The Nightmare

☬ Chapter Twenty-One: Good to Evil ☬

The photo to the right or above is of Chris Walker, scary mother fucker. >.>

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Ada digs the knife deep into her wrist and slashes them both quickly. Ada leans against the wall and slides to the floor. Looking down at her wrist she doesn't see any blood, shaking her head she giggles and closes her eyes.

"I've gotta try harder." Ada softly says to herself as she smiles. Opening her eyes she sees Robbie the Rabbit standing in front of her.

"What the hell do you want?" Ada ask's him as she slightly squints at him. Robbie walks away from her, Ada stands up and follows him down the hallway. "Where are you going?" She ask's him as she clings to the knife that's still in her hand. As she rounds the corner she sees Robbie already at the end of the hallway.

Ada groans in annoyance as she runs after him. "Slow down!"

"Gahh, son of a bitch." Miles groans in agony as he sit's up on his elbows. Looking down at his torn up shirt, he sees a few spots of blood staining his shirt. Lifting up his shirt he sees some of the stitches in his chest and stomach cut. He runs his fingers over the stitches, smearing blood along his skin. He looks around and sees the table he was laying on, upside down in the far corner. Looking around he sees pots, pans, stoves and pantries with canned food in them. He hear's something shuffle behind him, slowly turning around he sees someone sitting in a chair at the center of the room. Miles stands up and takes a few steps back and bumps into a wall, he feels a slight tug at his back.

He runs his hand up his back and feels a light switch, he flips it on. A low glow of yellow light flickers on over the man sitting in his chair, staring down at his feet hiding his face from the light. Miles sniffs the air, frowning in confusion he looks around the room, "Why does it smell like gas in here?" Miles ask's.

The man sitting in the chair slowly looks up, Miles gasps in fear when he sees the right half of the mans face burned to a crisp. "Oh my god." Miles begins sliding along the wall looking for the exit. Miles hears a match being lit, glancing at the man he sees him with a lit match in his hand. He flings it near his feet, suddenly the floor is consumed in a blaze of fire.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Miles shouts in fear as he covers his face from the burning heat.

"I have to burn it all! All of it! Murkoff took so much from us. Used us! Turned us into these things because nobody cares about a few forgotten lunatics. So let it burn. Burn the whole god damned thing down. Get out. If you want to live. You can go through the kitchen exit behind me." The man says as he lowers his head. Miles glances all around the kitchen, he sees a fire extinguisher in the corner to his right. He runs after it and yanks it from the wall, he immediately begins spraying the fire. The man sitting in his chair looks up in confusion.

"What are you doing?! This place needs to burn to the ground!" The man screams as he stands up from his chair and walks fast towards Miles, walking through the fire.

Miles sprays the man in the face and hits him in the face, knocking him out. Miles continues spraying the fire, avoiding getting burnt.

Heather sniffles as she wipes away her last tears. Laying on the ground she stares at the wall in front of her. "I killed my father. I don't see how that's possible, but I killed him. I hurt him. I caused him pain. How many people have I hurt?" Heather ask's her self as she sniffles some more, thinking to herself.

"I hurt Ada and Nereyda. I could of killed them. I nearly got Cybil and father killed when I was younger before I went to Silent Hill. I've hurt too many people, too many people have died for me and because of me. I can't believe it took me this long to realize all of it. This isn't how it should of been, I should be dead and everyone else should be alive! I can't do this! I just can't!" Heather sits up and punches the wall behind her. She begins to breathe heavily as she stares at the wall, a trickle of blood begins to slide down the wall.