Killing Chris

Revelation

If you recall I previously stated that my family had little importance in the story and if and when they became important I would tell you the information. I told one single line about a member of my family earlier in the story and the value of that information skyrockets right at this moment... the moment when I come face to face with the maskless killer. To understand the motive of the killer we're gonna have to go back many years to when I was a child.

You see, when I was a child I had a sibling...Hughie. Earlier in the story, I discussed Hughie's fate but not the exact details of that day. When Hughie and I woke at the cabin up north that fine day, excitement coursed through us like electricity.  It felt like Christmas morning when you were awake before your parents and all you wanted to do was rip the wrapping paper off and receive your gifts. All Hughie and I wanted to do was go swimming, we had only the best intentions in mind.

The pond behind the cabin was so close to the cabin the fear fell away, the proximity of our parents cast a net of safety around us but it was only an illusion. As I screamed for my parents to help Hughie's body drifted down toward the dark and cold bottom of the pond. his body never recovered. lost for all eternity and condemned to that still pond. It never made sense to my parents... How even the scuba teams they hired never found a body. But it all made sense to me even though I kept quiet. 

It's well known that the bond between twins can sometimes cause a bleed of emotion or revelations to the other. When Hughie drowned in the pond I felt like part of my body just turned off...powered down. The absence of Hughie in my parent's life left craters in my parent's souls. That was my first brush with death, but what exactly happened between the time when we got in the pond and the time Hughie's time ran out...I hope I never have to tell you.

I stood in the hallway face to face with a body that shared my face, and my hair, and my eyes. All the anger in my heart turned to fear and sorrow. The killer's motive was never random, The killer...Hughie was on a path of vengeance. Hughie wanted revenge for the events that unfolded in the pond. 

"Hughie... how could you do this to your own family?" I asked 

"Don't call me that" He responded emotionless

The hallways were filled with everything but silence. As the cynical laughing echoed down the hall the freaks continued to progress towards the main exit. They may have been crazy but they all understood one major factor in this place...That they wanted to leave. 

"Chris!" Clarke called out behind me wedging her way in between patients fighting to get to me. When I turned back the killer was gone. When Clarke reached me she was panting hard.

"Did you see him... the killers in the building" I said in a panic 

Clarke stared at Diegs body on the floor and looked back at me 

"I'm sorry Chris I missed him, he must've left before I saw him."

"Chris we need to leave now, you cant get your justice if you're locked up" She looked at me nodding

I stared down the hallway where I imagined the killer went and I replied "No...Ya, your right." 

Derek stood quietly behind Clarke and I realized how thankful I was I ran into the killer when I did. When we got our chance to escape I was going to make sure Derek stayed locked inside after he got a taste of freedom. Clarke stuck to the original plan and led the trio to the main doors of the asylum but they were stone cold locked. 

We stood hopeless by the gated entrance when the smoke started to fall from the vents. The asylum's insurance policy I figured. They let them all out to stop consistent movement through the hallways and then they knock all the patients out with sleep gas. Without a key card, there was no way of getting out of here. As the smoke dispersed throughout the room Clarke took off down the hallway racing against the smoke to retrieve the key card from Skippy.

In a matter of minutes, she was back, Derek and I had gotten on the floor to avoid and breathed into our clothes to try and delay the effects of the gas. When she rounded the hallway to us she was stumbling down the hallway like she was a fifth deep in a strong vodka. The world around me started to blur, the walls seemingly bent as they got further from me. I forced my eyes open forced myself onto my feet. Clarke barely reached us collapsing on the ground in front of the door. 

With the swipe of the key...Freedom. I stumbled across the hallway and shook Derek bringing him back to the land of the living. Derek grabbed Clarke's shoulders and I stared down the hallway my eyes half-closed. There he stood, the killer stood in the hallway taunting me. I took a look out the main doors and saw Derek and Clarke on the ground, on the free side of the brick wall.

I took a step toward the door but my body was drawn to the killer like a strong magnet. Without thought, my feet changed directions and I was headed for the killer. he was as close as he was ever gonna be, this was the time. As I subconsciously chose that revenge was more important than freedom I ran toward him. As the last bit of energy I had burnt out I faded collapsing onto the ground surrounded by white smog. 

My time in the asylum didn't end that night. As I joined the roster of my captured comrades we rejoiced for the ones who got away. As the bodies in the asylum were scooped off the ground they were dropped back off in their rooms as nothing happened. All the bodies that could be 'resurrected' anyway. Dieg wasn't so lucky, instead, his body went down to the morgue where he was cremated. 

This time though. An addition to the list of killer victims didn't bother me. Dieg was a bad person. I guess my thoughts on death changed ever since I was forced to grow up with it. As Hughie traversed his way out of the asylum...I once again started the cycle over. Was I destined to die here or would I get my shot at escaping? Did I want to escape? Did I belong in here? I deserved everything Hughie did to me. I couldn't stop thinking of the words he said to me before he disappeared.

Don't call me that. the sentence replayed over and over in my head. I guess to understand the weight of the words you'll need to know what he was talking about. He wasn't upset that I called him family...No...He was upset I called him Hughie. Hughie wasn't the name he was given at birth. You are, however, familiar with his real name...Chris.

Chris Logged Off