The Evil Within-The Final Showdown

Break Free

I sat, strapped into a chair as Dr. Avers and his team bustled around me. A bright light hung over my head, illuminating my face. To my left was a silver tray with a range of sharp, imposing tools lined up with perfect precision. Sweat slid down my back as I tried to overhear the hushed voices of my caretakers. Finally, Dr. Avers turned and carefully picked up a silver tool complete with a small, sharp hook on the end. He turned to face me, his face set in a crude smile. I struggled against my restraints, the hooked tool bringing out my fear. I shut my eyes in refusal, not wanting to see what the tool would do to me.

"Now, open your eyes, Sebastian," Dr. Avers warned, gruffly. "You're making my job harder."

I slowly opened my eyes and saw the look of annoyance on Dr. Avers' face. He seemed to straighten up and slowly raise a hand to his face. To my utter horror, he clawed at the skin on his face, peeling large sections of skin. I screamed in terror, my struggling encouraged. Dr. Avers' hand dropped limply to his side and his face............Ruvik. Ruvik now stood in front of me instead, smiling at me with satisfaction. I gave a final scream as he moved the tool close to my eye. Just as it was about to enter my eye, I woke up with a jolt. Another nightmare.

It was Wednesday morning. The day of my lobotomy. Dr. Avers had made himself busy orchestrating the necessary preparations. The man seemed to have an aura of excitement with the hint of a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his lips as if he was glad that I was going to be rendered vulnerable. I was required to stay put in my room until the clock rolled over to 10am. Everything was going according to plan. But what they weren't aware of was that I wasn't planning on sticking around. I had made the effort the day before to identify possible exits and take note of the guards shifts. I had received a surprise visit from Steven yesterday. While he had made a point of just checking to see how I was, he made a departing comment.

"You know, the Minor Cases ward is the least guarded ward in the entire hospital,"  Steven had said, rather nervously. "It's expected. But what would stop a patient from leaving via the ventilation system in there?"

It was obvious Steven was giving me advice that would aid my escape. How he knew I was going to escape was a mystery. I guess my nature warranted such a drastic action. I lay on my bed in my room, awaiting Earl The Creep to lumber through the door. My wrists twitched against the leather straps that bound me. Any interaction with Earl should be kept to a preferable minimum. The past two days had consisted of him visiting me more than he should have. At times, he would sit next to me and start stroking my hair. Steven had suggested it was because he had a small attraction to me. Whatever it was, I wasn't going to stand for it. However, I wanted him to enter my room as it would help further my plan. At long last, he finally stumbled in the dark room. The stench of alcohol wafted from him, mingling with the usual filth my room had been left in. I was willing to bet the sheets I was laying on hadn't been washed since I was a baby.

"Hello sweetheart," Earl drawled, his speech obviously slurred.

Definitely had been drinking. Rumour had it that he kept a secret stash in his locker. I shouldn't be too judgemental though. I had drank myself to incoherency too many times to count.

"What?" Earl continued drawling. "Aren't you going to talk to me? Are you mad at me, sweetheart?"

"Call me sweetheart again and I will be," I pouted.

 "Oh come on. Don't be like that," Earl started his usual routine of stroking my hair.

"I'll tell you what," I approached the opportunity carefully. "I'll change my attitude if you do me a favour."

"And what's that?" he sputtered, spraying my face with saliva.

"If you undo these restraints. They're not necessary," I added carefully.