Outlast Whistleblower Fanfic [COMPLETED]

Chapter 8: Christmas Special

I straightened my Christmas hat as I stared into Half Face's eyes. They looked ALMOST comforting. They had the slightest glint of evil in them, and that's when I glanced away. 'They remind me of something. Or maybe someone.'

 
Half Face arrived in front of me and I slowly felt his piercing ice cold hand wrap around my waist. 'Don't...look...' I told myself, staring intently at the ground, as if that was going to save me. His other hand suddenly grasped my chin and pointed it upwards so my eyes were forced to stare at his torn up face. A smile made its way on his face. 

"Finally! A kind and fair woman was sent to me," he caressed my cheek carefully, like he was afraid I would break into pieces if he wasn't careful enough. I didn't show much of a reaction, my eyes flickering to where he had had run his knuckles along my cheek. I could have looked away, I could have turned on my heel and attempted an escape. Instead, I let him pick me up bridle style, and carry me down the hallway, all while whispering words to me. Something inside me, didn't let me move, didn't let me protest. My eyes just seemed to focused on his face. 'Get away you wuss. He's gonna murder you!' My consciousness screamed. The was he almost lovingly held onto me like I was precious made me hesitate. 'Maybe not...' My consciousness seemed to be annoyed at me at this point, pleading and begging to use my better judgement. 'He wants to rip out your insides!! Run!!'

 'But... Why?' The torn halves of my mind continued their argument as was carried swiftly down the hallway. My eyes finally looked away from him, and I looked around for a route of potential escape. When they landed on a window, my consciousness chimed in again.  'There. Escape'

 '..Why though? I like him holding me. It's the warmest welcome I've gotten from his place'

 'Are you serious?!?!?' 

'I don't know. I just don't wanna move... plus I need to let my foot heal.' 

We finally arrived in a room. I didn't even wanna look around as the smell entered my nose. I gagged and almost fell out of his arms, leaning over the side of him as if I was about to lose the little food that was in my stomach.

"Oh. I'm sorry, the smell isn't the most pleasant to you?" His soothing voice asked in a concerned whisper. I looked intently at my hands, refusing to look up, as I tried to identify the smell. There was cinnamon, just a hint. But I mostly smelled blood and rotten meat. Half Face chuckled when I didn't respond. He carried me over to some sort of table and sat me down on it. I didn't look up, but felt my surroundings a bit. The table was metal, cold, and dented. 

"W...w...what's your name?" I suddenly stuttered, to my own surprise. I could hear Half Face take a step, maybe closer, or farther away. Then the room went completely quiet. I think he was deciding whether he should tell me or not. He finally let out a chuckle.
"My name?..." He trailed off. I gave a short nod, pushing him on.
"My name is Eddie... Gluskin."