Insanity Becomes You [Outlast fanfic Eddie Gluskin]

♡ Chapter Five ♡

"Pretty meat!"

"Fuck off, asshole!" I screamed, violently throwing a chair at him as I frantically searched for a way out of this mess. I was not going to die here, and I was certainly not a new menu item for this fucker to eat.

I finally laid my eyes on a ventilation shaft, which seemed it had been in need of repair. The hinges on the vent were loose, and I knew it wouldn't take much to pull it down and take hold of my freedom.

Frank Manera howled from behind me, pissed as hell that I had thrown the chair. I lunged forward to grab at the shaft, and my hands barely caught it in time. I scrambled up into the shaft, and thanked my lucky stars that I was small enough to even fit in it. I didn't dare turn to see how close Manera was to me, but I could hear him giggling excitedly as his finger tips barely grazed my feet.

"Get back here! I will have you! You're mine, pretty meat! Mine, mine, MINE!" I'd really done it now, Frank was hopping mad after I'd escaped him. The sound of his voice reminded me a child throwing a temper tantrum. Cry all you want, but you are not gonna have a bite of Meade meat today, motherfucker.

I sighed and sat in the vent for a moment, when I was far enough from his reach. I leaned my sweaty head back against the shaft, which was oddly cool and let myself calm down. I sent a silent prayer to the God that I wasn't sure existed, asking that he get me the hell out of here. And to have mercy on the poor guard and doctor I'd left behind.

I collected my wits, and turned on my hands and knees. I was unsure of which way I was going, since I was completely unfamiliar of the lay out of the lower level of the asylum. I could barely even see, and the only thing I could hear were the screams of the men below me.

As I crawled through the vents, it began to finally sink in that my boss and my mentor had tried to have me killed.

Because I was a liability. I'll tell you one damn thing, if they had let me get out of here alive I wouldn't tell a fucking soul what happened here. I'd just be happy that I was alive and well.

But how much better was it going to look when someone found my body? Torn to shreds by a crazed cannibal? Unless, he planned on taking my body and disposing it. Probably would've made it look like an accident.

"Fell over the railing on the upper floor of cell block D, where they were taking a seemingly calm inmate to his cell(who was not restrained)- and apparently the inmate was hungry. We're so sorry for your loss. Will this be enough to compensate?" I could already see the smug bastard waving around an expensive check to my parents as he explained my "death".

The fucker.

And then the doctor... what of him? I knew that at this moment he was probably getting eaten up... how would they explain his death?

But that wasn't for me to worry about.

It seemed as if Jeremy Blaire was pretty sure of himself enough to think that he'd even get the chance to cover up his employees' deaths. I had to wonder what kind of damage control he was going to bring in, and how effective it would be.

I shook my head, and reminded myself that that was not my worry. I had to get out of this shaft, and I had to find a way out of the asylum. But what then? I didn't drive here - I took a bus with a few other staff members to save on gas. My car was at least a hundred miles away. So I had to find transportation, too. There had to be a staff lot, or something, I knew that not everyone lived here.

"The elevator isn't working!" I heard someone cry out beneath me. I was above the elevator gate, maybe?

"The stairs, then, maybe? Or are the variants crowding them? C'mon!"