Uprising: An Outlast fanfiction

Log #9: A Good Deed For A Good Deed

Emily's POV

I pulled at the knots binding my feet to the table.

Damn Billy could've at least untied me before he left, I thought angrily.

I'd felt as if I'd been helplessly trying to untie myself for hours, even though it had most likely been a few minutes.

Being in this place had made me lose track of time. It felt like I had been in Mount Massive for years. Like I had ended up becoming a patient here.

Just when my attempts at untying the ropes seemed completely helpless, a knot fell undone at my ankles. I sighed with relief, then groaned in fury as I realized I still had to undo another rope.

Eddie stirred and I froze, icy fear filling my veins.

Please don't wake up. Please don't wake up. Please don't wake up.

Eddie remained motionless.

I looked around for something sharp to cut the rope with, and happened to find a scalpel within seconds.

I sawed at the rope, beads of sweat beginning to form on my forehead. Eddie's movements became more and more frequent, which made me cut at the rope faster.

The rope succumbed to the blade of the scalpel and fell to the ground. I wasted no time throwing my legs off the table and running for my life. But before I could make it far, my legs collapsed beneath my suddenly unbearable weight. I crumpled to the ground.

"What the fuck?" I wondered aloud, confused as to why I had fallen. The events of the male ward came back suddenly, and I found myself cringing at the newfound numbness in my legs.

They hadn't burned with severe pain as they did as they had when I was stabbed. But Mr. Jeremy Blaire was smart. He could have given me something to prevent me from running. He knew I would run.

"D-darling?"

Speaking of running.

Gluskin rose to his feet, then approached me like a predator would its prey. I scooted away from him, but that proved worthless. I was no match against a monster.

With unbelievable power, Eddie reached down and grabbed me by the throat, pulling me upward. I choked and gasped for air as Eddie glared at me.

"You shouldn't have run."

His words were like ice down my bare back. I watched in pure terror as Eddie pulled a long knife from a pocket of his suit.

"I'm so sorry, darling. But love isn't for everybody."

Eddie plunged the knife toward my stomach in slow motion. I closed my eyes, waiting for death to release me from this nightmare.

But it never did.

Before the tip of the knife could enter my body, I felt a cold gust come from behind me and barrel right into Eddie. I opened my eyes as Eddie was thrown into the air by an invisible force.

Eddie's knife landed at my feet.

"Do it, Emily," a male's voice whispered in my ear, menacingly.

"Pick up the knife and kill him."

I felt as if something was in control of my body. I bent down, grabbing the knife. I shakily made my way toward Eddie. For once, Eddie cowered beneath me.

"Darling, please! Don't do this!"

I stopped, dead in my tracks, still holding out the knife.

Eddie didn't deserve this. He'd killed so many inmates, and threatened Waylon and I's life multiple times. But inside, I could see a helpless little boy, screaming for help. I couldn't just see it. I felt it.