Alive

Chapter 19

She walked up the cramped stairs to the attic with a bad feeling.
She didn't take herself very seriously because she always had a bad feeling walking up these stairs. The place was fucking creepy. So she continued up the stairs until something made her stop dead in her tracks, second step to the last.
There was a red glow emanating from inside the room. Not blue.
And it was a shade of red that she had never seen before, just like the blue. It gave her chills, though, where the blue gave her happy feelings.
What did it mean?
Could it be he was low on battery? ...
Under that suspicion she ran up to the attic, yelling "sam!"
There was no answer, and she was certain that this was the case.
She began walking toward where she could see the red light the best. But something changed. The red light was now a dark shade of purple.
"You may want to stay away from me," Sam's voice croaked out, but Cyn didn't react.
"Are you hurt?" She asked, panicked.
The purple grew a little more red, and the voice growl/screamed "STAY AWAY!!!"
She stopped moving.
".... Sam?"
There was no reply.
Then, as if in a split second, the light was red and Sam stood up, staring at her from the corner of the cramped attic.
But by his posture, she could well figure out it wasn't him.
"Instinct." She whispered his name, backing up and knocking over a box full of something that made a large clanking racket.
Instinct smiled sinisterly and began walking toward her faster than she'd ever seen anyone move.
She ran, nearly falling down the stairs, but making it. She tried to find a weapon, something she could hit him with or make noise to distract him. She picked up the heavy metal coatrack but as she felt it in her hands, she realized that she didn't want to hurt Sam. He was still in there, and probably living a nightmare.
So she picked up instead a vase, and prepared to throw it and then run.
Instinct took his sweet time down the stairs, making sure to create every unnerving noise and effect that he could. When he killed the woman, he'd be rid of the original RCA, forever.
He felt the RCA grow sad and he asked, "what is it?"
"Please, you can do what you like with me, but... Don't kill her. Don't harm her, please."
"I wouldn't but.... I really want to..." He laughed as he felt RCA swell with frustration and then sorrow, and then anger.
"Please... No..."
"You don't tell me what to do anymore, I tell you. So shut up and watch your little girlfriend die, you useless piece of space metal."
RCA whimpered and then toughened up.
"I swear, if you lay a single hand on her..."
"What? What can you do? You're stuck here. Forever. Well, at least until I find out how to exterminate you."
"I'll... I'll..."
"That's right. You're powerless. And your body is about to kill Cynthia."
This went on in cycles, constantly, so Instinct eventually just allowed his subconscious to argue with RCA while he dealed with being rid of Cynthia.
Instinct reached the bottom of the stairwell, growling and searching all of his resources for a sign of her.
Then he saw the coatrack, toppled over and scuff marks on the tile floor.
Maybe it wasn't going to be as difficult as he thought.
"STOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPP!" The RCA screamed and struggled for control back, but Instinct didn't so much as flinch.
A lopsided grin formed in his face and he continued about what he was doing, feeling nothing but fury and pleasure.