Insanity Becomes You [Outlast fanfic Eddie Gluskin]

♡ Chapter Sixteen ♡

Christ Almighty... why did I decide to do this? Why did I think this was a good idea?

I'd never attempted to fight off a person before, and I'd never exactly been the one to fight anyone... At all. So as Eddie swung at me with his knife, crusty with blood, I was completely at a loss as for what to do. He'd nicked me once or twice, on my arm and on my shoulder, but it was nothing serious. I kept having to dodge him every single time, and it was hard to take a swing at him with the pipe.

Why hadn't I taken self defense classes like my mother had told me to?

I half expected that insane voice of mine to pipe up once more, telling me that it was too late now, and that I was going to lose. But I think that my will to survive had finally shut it up, and I was slowly, but surely regaining my sanity.

I wouldn't die here.

"Darling, please. Stand still. You're going to hurt yourself." Eddie chastised me as he quickly swung at me with his knife. Eddie did not seem angry... he seemed more irritated than anything. All he wanted was for his wife to be compliant and not stray from him. He wanted me to return back to the female ward with him.

That was not going to happen.

His arm once again swung at full force, the edge of his weapon so close I could see my reflection in the dim light. I took two steps back, and dodged. I brought my arms back, with the pipe clenched tightly, and drove it as hard as I could, and it connected with his knee.

Eddie crumpled to the floor, and dropped his blade. He grabbed at his wounded appendage and cursed at me through his teeth. "Darling, you've done it now. You little bitch, I'm going to have a lot of fun slicing off your skin while you watch."

I kept the pipe firmly in my grasp, and took another step back to look at him. There was no question now that I truly deluded myself into thinking I could have real affections for this psychopath. Sure, he had at one time made my heart flutter with his love, and sensual touch. But he was nothing more than a bloodthirsty, sick man. And it was me who was sick now, for letting him break me the way he did.

"Victoria, please." His demeanor changed in an instant, and it was not angry Eddie's eyes that looked up at me now, but soft baby blues that drew me in. "I'm... I can't go. I can't live this life without you. You're the sun, darling." God dammit, I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream, and throw things, and curse at the God that I was pretty sure now enjoyed torturing me.

How could I think that this man had no hold on my heart when he looked at me with such emotion? How inhuman of me would it be to just leave him here... I shook my head. I knew that within the hour he would just return to a state of anger, and take it out on me. With that pointy knife.

"I'm sorry, Eddie. But I'm not staying here. I'm getting out. With, or without you." Trepidation had left my system, and I knew I was in control now. His sad, blue eyes glared up at me with betrayal. I considered the pipe in my hand, and then him. ...It wouldn't be anything for me to kill him here and now. One less maniac running around to harm an innocent person.

No. I couldn't kill him. Not only was it wrong in my moral book, but the twisted love I felt for him would never allow me to end his life. But I could stop him from following me.

"Goodbye, darling." I swung the pipe back, and cracked it against his skull, just hard enough that it would knock him out. Blood pelted me as it connected with his head, and he dropped, completely unconscious.

It was a mix of emotions that washed over me now, parts of me were relieved that I was going to be free of Eddie, and free of this place. But there was another piece of me that felt guilty for doing Eddie dirty like this. He was just going to be left here, to rot. I knew that he'd never attempt to leave the Asylum, and it wouldn't be long before this place was blown to smithereens or he was killed by the hired militia.