Outlast Whistleblower Fanfic [COMPLETED]

Chapter 12: Almost eaten alive

"Luke said I'm emotionless." I said as I  jumped onto the counter, letting my legs swing. I looked around the old record shop, blowing a flake off dust off the desk.
"Oh really? Well you sound pretty sad to me right about now." A girl with dreadlocks popped up from behind the counter, holding two wires.
I quietly frowned. 'But I don't FEEL sad.' I quickly jumped off the counter and began looking through the records. "Should I be sad?"
"Well I don't know. If My childhood buddy would pop up at my door at 3 am and tell me I'm emotionless.. maybe." The girl admitted, her delicate hands moving the wires closer together as if she was afraid of the reaction.
I frowned, before grabbing a record that felt familiar upon touch. My hands drifted over the cover as I looked down at the cover. 'Micheal Jackson...' I slowly hugged it closer. 'What do I know about sadness?' With that, I let myself wander over to the record player and put the Record in it, letting it play a minute later.
I turned back to the girl, now slightly smiling. "When was the last time you heard such quality music?"
"Yesterday." The girl said as she wiped down the counter.
I gave her a suspicious look and she looked up to look at me. "Because you came in here yesterday and played the same record."
I suddenly seemed to remember and made a little noise that sounded like "oh."
"Listen why don't you go do something thrilling?" The girl suddenly offered, throwing me her dirty rag she had wiped the table with.
"Like What, Magnolia?"
Magnolia shrugged, adjusting her trashcan. "Go ask Luke. He ALWAYS has something fun-"
"Something dangerous." I cut her in, wrapping the rag around my finger.
Magnolia shot me a glare that is consider dangerous without a doubt. "Do it or drop it I don't care. Say why don't you ask him about that old asylum?"
"The one on the hill?"
Just as Magnolia was about to respond, the door swung open a customer wandered inside. 'Ask Luke about the asylum on the hill. Easy enough.' With a small wave I slipped out of the shop, the bell giving a little jingle to announce me leaving.

I came to a tired stop, leaning against the wall as I tried to catch my breath. The blood trail has ended some time ago and had left me running aimlessly about the place. I slowly sunk into a chair that was standing abandoned in a corner. 'Great. Now I can't find him anymore.' I didn't bother asking myself WHY I was actually looking for him. It just seemed like the right thing to do. I let my head hang for a moment, my eyes letting themselves close. Pain from the last couple of days still coursed through my body as an aching mess. I wanted nothing more than to sleep. But that thought stopped short as I heard light and ragged breathing in my ear. My head shot up and before I could say another word, a withered looking hand grabbed me by my throat, making me come face to face with a malnourished man with green eyes.
"Meat delivery!" He laughed, and shook me, making my neck jump into a flurry of pain as well as slowly cutting off my air supply.
I stared back at him with big eyes. 'Oh for fucks sake.' I looked more tired than scared at the moment before realizing I really wasn't ready to die yet. I heard the sound of a small buzz, followed by what sounded like the revving of a saw.
The man giggled strangely and lifted exactly what I heard, a small buzzing electric saw. "I can't wait to love you, meat!" With a happy yell, his saw came down on me. I didn't have a plan on what to do now, so I improvised. My foot found his stomach and I kicked him backwards. He tried dragging me with him by my neck but I made him loose grip by biting down on his skin. His skin was disgusting and old, and I almost thought I could feel his bones underneath the raw hide. My feet found the ground as soon as he let go of me and I bolted down the hallway without a care where I would go, as long as it was away from here.