Resident Evil: Catalyst

6

"No, Lucas! kill me!" Scott said as he struggled in his chair, Clyde started to swear and beg for Lucas not to kill him and that he needed to get home to his little sister. The homemade saw that hung from the ceiling, made up of kitchen knives, of various sizes, slowly made its way over to Clyde. Slowly but surely it began to spin as it prepared to tear into Clyde and leave nothing but blood and bones its wake.

"LUCAS!", Scott cried out as he tried to get out of his restraints. But the belts holding him to the chair wouldn't budge. He didn't want to have to watch this innocent man die again. "Lucas! kill me!", Scott begged at the top of his lungs. "I forfeited! Kill me instead", Scott cried out.

"That can be arranged", a distorted scratchy voice replied. It wasn't Scott's brother Lucas, who forced him through this when he was younger. Suddenly hands grabbed Scott's hands, arms, shoulders, legs and his feet. Replacing the belts that had him trapped to the chair. Preventing him from moving at all. Soon hands grabbed Scott's head and forced his head up to look at the saw and nothing else.

'This isn't how it happened', Scott frantically thought as panic began to settle in.

The blackjack table that had sat in front of him when he played his brothers bloody game all those years ago, suddenly disappear into dust before his eyes. The outline of Clyde's body that was sitting on the other side of the saw, vanished in a cloud of smoke as the saw blade stopped where it was and began to change direction. "This isn't what happened!", Scott shouted as the saw began its agonisingly slow crawl towards him, still spinning away in mid-air. The hands on him seemed to increase in number the closer the saw got.

"This isn't right!", Scott screamed again as he tried to move out of the path of the approaching wheel of knives. Scott felt more hands snake up, this time covering his mouth. "Stop!", Scott screamed desperately against the hands, only for it to sound muffled. He tried to shake the hands off his head but to no avail. Scott tried to scream and shout through the multiple hands that covered his mouth and prevented him from making a sound.

As the saw got so close it was only an arm's length away from Scott, he closed his eyes and could feel tears roll down his face. "A broken memory, form your past, hidden away in your messed-up mind", the voice tormented.

"Please... STOP!", Scott desperately wanted to shout out to the voice as the hands covered his eyes. All he could hear was the spinning of the saw as it got closer to him, ready to tear him apart.

"You hid this memory away, so face it head on", the voice laughed at him.

A sharp shredding pain slashed constantly across Scott's chest. Making him scream bloody murder as the knives cut through his rib cage, hollowing out his chest and tearing apart his flesh.

"STOP!", Scott screamed at the top of his lungs as he sat bolt upright and scrambled away from where he had been laying. Falling onto the floor with a thud. He crawled along the floor heading towards the corner. "Whoa, mate", Jacks said as he raced towards Scott. "Hey, hey!... calm down", Jacks said as he approached. Scott was breathing heavily and trying to prevent himself from frantically looking around the apartment they were in, to try and see the owner of that voice and the hands that had been pinning him down moments ago.

"Take deep breaths", Jacks told him as he crouched next to him, "in, out. In, out. You've got to calm down", Jacks instructed. Scott did what he said and took deep breaths as he gave in to his fears and looked around the room frantically. "Don't look over there, look at me", Jacks ordered, "whatever your looking for isn't here, look at me and calm down".

Scott turned and looked up at the light brown eyes of Jacks. "There you go. Keep breathing", Jacks told him, "everything's ok, it was just a bad dream".