Outlast Whistleblower Fanfic [COMPLETED]

Chapter 5: New encounters

I slowly hobble down the hallway, ever so often looking behind me to make sure no big beast or crazy doctor was following me. I stumble across a two way cross road. Left or right. So, left. I look to the left. Or right. I look to the right. The eyes look back at me. It seems that they've been guiding me. Not that I would disagree with their intention, they seemed like the only peace in this hellscape. These eyes, they give me a great deal of comfort in a place like this, even if they have just lead me into deeper trouble. So right it is. I turn my crutches to the right. I follow the eyes down the hallway, they even seem to wait for me when I need to adjust my grip. How nice. Finally, like always, they disappear behind a gap. I peek through the cap. The eyes are gone, of course. I throw my crutches through the gap. Just as I'm about to squeeze through it a hand grabs my shoulder, and a small jolt of surprise passes through me.
"Your future is certain. I'm certain you're traveling the right path, but first, I must ask you to come with me." a figure says in a preachy tone. I guess it's sounds saint-like, if that's a word you wanna use for that. I expect him to knock me out or something but he a waits patiently for me to turn around instead, even though his hand still has an iron grip on my shoulder. So I slowly turn to face him. 

I'm looking into the eyes of a bald man. He seems to look quite alright, no blood, no gore. The only thing that slightly disturbs me is the cross hanging from his neck and bouncing against his chest with every step he takes towards me. Maybe he might be a priest? 

"Come my child," he turns around and expects me to follow him. 

"But my crutches-" I start.

"If you believe in him then God will assist you," he says back, like its a simple everyday thing to say to an inquired person. 'Huh? God will assist me if I believe? Bullshit.' I look after him then sigh. I grip on to the wall and follow after him. The way he patiently glanced back at me told me that even if I tried to make a break for it, my foot wouldn't get me very far. I don't know why, and I don't know where, but following him was a better option than trying to run. I try and shift all my weight to one foot as I walk. It almost seems to ease my pain, but I'm truly relived when he arrive at a room. He stops and looks at me with a smile.
"You know you remind me of someone that was here a long long time ago," his smile grew bigger and my eagerness to go and sit down grew smaller.
"I've been told that a lot recently," I say, which is nothing but the truth. I don't really see the point in lying. He motioned for me to enter the  spacious room. My eyes slowly wander to the top of the door. 'Chapel,' it says. 'Oh boy, I'm surprised that I haven't burst into flames yet, standing so close to a church,' I think grimly before I'm forced to enter. The door slams shut behind us, leaving me trapped yet again.