The Evil Within-The Final Showdown

Twisted and Tortured

My body was shaking in the aftermath of the painful electric shocks that had riddled it. The substance that had been injected into my arm turned out to be anti-hallucinatory medication that Beacon Mental Hospital had agreed to trial. What they didn't know is that it actually induced hallucinations. In me, anyway. I had been on my knees in my room, head to the floor as my environment swirled with splashes of blood and screams of the dead. I had actually tried to fight the terrors but to no avail. Demonic hands shot out of the floor and would wrap their slender fingers around me. Pools of blood would threaten to swallow me and cast me into a dark abyss. But most terrifying was the figure of Ruvik, mouth set in a cruel smile as he mutilated me with the simplest of hand movements. Eventually, I had crawled to the corner, vulnerable, as the numerous figures and elements of horror continued their plague. After what felt like several hours, the effects of the substance had finally subsided. I still refused to move though of fear that any movement would summon them again. I allowed myself to be a trembling, whimpering mess. As long as nobody saw me in my weakness, I was fine with it. I immediately stopped whimpering when the door to my room slowly creaked open.

"Sebastian?" Steven stood in the doorway. "Are you okay?"

Instead of resorting to my untruthful "I'm fine", I shook my head. Steven seemed to scan the hallway for any incoming people and slipped into my room. He scurried over to me and helped me to my feet. Trying to repair my strong demeanour, I failed miserably and burst into tears. Steven instantly hugged me and I cried on his shoulder. I decided I trusted him. He seemed to be the only person in the entire hospital that meant no harm to me.

"W-why are t-they doing t-this to me?" I cried, my voice muffled.

"I don't know," Steven admitted. "They are rather cruel in their practices. The things I've seen haunt my nightmares."

"But you still work with them," I pointed out, straightening up and feebly wiping my tears away.

"I have a family to feed," Steven answered. "I don't agree with this as much as you do but it's the only way to earn a little money."

"To be honest, you'd make a better doctor than them," I looked down at the floor.

Steven didn't say anything but gave a gentle smile. A noise at the door forced my head up.

"Steven!" the guard at the door barked. "What are you doing? You were supposed to bring Mr. Castellanos to Dr. Avers! What the hell are you waiting for?"

"I don't think Sebastian is up to seeing Dr. Avers at the moment," Steven chose his words carefully.

"Since when is that supposed to be a reason?" the guard snapped. He walked into the room and grabbed my arm roughly. "I'll do it if you're so incapable."

He dragged me out of the room, letting my shoulder hit the doorframe hard. I stifled any cry of pain I was tempted to make. This guard's bad temperament would only be aggravated by even the most innocent sound. I cast my eyes to the floor again.

"Dr. Avers is not pleased with you," the guard suddenly said as he dragged me down the hallway.

I didn't answer and continued to stare at the cold tiles.

"Hey, are you listening?" the guard slapped me over the head. "I said, Dr. Avers is not pleased with you."

"And I'm supposed to care?" I questioned, bitterly.

The guard roughly pulled me to a stop. "Are you using attitude with me? Do you want a beating?"

"Why not?" I didn't care anymore. I was sick of their poor treatment of me and the abuse I saw unleashed on the patients. If I was still a detective, I would have the authority to help in shutting this place down. "It's how you deal with any unruly patient, isn't it? Too pathetic to actually enforce any sort of order."