3...Let go of reality...
Nothing ever goes as planned in this accursed world. The longer you live promotes nothing but the persistence of death as those who continue to pursue you endlessly show no means to discontinue. The faster you run would inevitably take its toll, leaving nothing but an endless gasping for air as you struggle in the clutches of those you flee - pleading for your meaningless and miserable life. The alliances you forge, the promises you make... they are yours, forsaken. The deeper you venture, the more you will realize that sanctuary is but an illusion, and the vanquished is all that remains - hidden in the shadows that surrounds you. When this - darkness - finally finds you, pent in this little nightmare you enclosed yourself in... you will face it, alone.
...just as I have...
Left to wallow in stupidity - allowing myself to be put into such a pitiful and vulnerable state. I sit here, regretting my generosity. The kindness I exhibited, was betrayed. ...and I am to do nothing, but sit here... contemplating my actions...
Where did it all go wrong?
A melodic tune is all that binds me whole. Its sweet and lonesome carol, hums endlessly between my parted lips. The tune that lured me to her. Its harmonic melody, sealed my fate... but how could I ignore such alluring music? Peaking through the cracks of a wooden door, I couldn't believe what lied beyond. A dirtied and lonesome girl, isolated from the rest of the world as she is left to fiddle, awaiting a most gruesome demise. Despite her appearance, she was remarkably... beautiful, but lonely, and I didn't like that. She gave me a sense of direction... a sense, of connection. Because of her, I was able find purpose where such fabrications did not exist. Battered and confused since I first awoken in the middle of a forest, I wandered aimlessly with no objective nor ambition. No rights, or wrongs. No meaning, or destiny. It was just me, us... and now... her.
...I should have left you...
Freeing you from imprisonment came at a price. My own liberty. I should have left you. Now the walls forever remain, watching - listening - judging. Nothing escapes the eyes of this entity. Escape is just a fantasy now. All I can do is dissemble the horrendous flesh surrounding me with an illusion. A projection of what calms me most... silence, and solitude. No more running, no more hiding, no more... fighting. Just pure, endless silence. This is all I've ever wanted. A moments rest to collect my thoughts, and rehabilitate all of the atrocities I endured. A moments rest to reflect upon the behaviors of not only myself, but hers.
...You never appreciated me...
Your selfish intent in wanting to survive blinded you from a life of significance. Of stability. You never appreciated what I did for you. Perhaps, you have at one point earlier in time. But none of that mattered as I clung helplessly to the hand that temporarily bounded us. Above me, the beginnings of salvation... of trust, and purpose. Beneath me, a dark and lonesome eternity. A ludicrous classification I once thought. There was no darkness, no abandonment... but betrayal. Looking into the eyes that your hair mostly concealed, an unwelcoming uncertainty settled on my shoulders... and by then, I already knew the truth.
I... was deceived...
Betrayed for the first, and final time. A new journey will eventually begin. As for now... I sit, and wait... subjugated to the will of this entity. Left to rot in this cell that restrains me. Though, if I am personally unable to free myself from its grasp, then perhaps... I... can. After all, to survive in such a barbarous world, is to endure and prosper. And I... have most certainly, survived. Your intentions have been clear since our severed union all those years ago. Your morals, your values... your deception. It's funny really, how such animosity is able to thrive among the faces of others. In a way, I pity you. Knowing, that you'll continue this route of endless deception, and isolation. It's lonesome, and torturous as it is. Regardless, these harbored feelings of love and companionship I've held has since been squashed... and now, after years of isolation - freed by a past resemblance of my younger self... finally, I have returned.
Six...
...I hate you...
So, hungry...
Every day that is spent, the agitation to repent lurks deep within the bowels of my thoughts. How did it come to this? Minds and bodies tainted... dreams of opportunities abolished. Personalities corrupted beyond discrete conscience. Hell is no place to describe this realm. This is a place of torment... an endless purgatory that entraps the souls of the innocents into sadistic monsters. To survive, you must thrive... and adapt quickly, by any means necessary. I lived by this code for as long as I could remember. At one point, I wasn't able to adhere to this rule. The price for such failure was the imprisonment in a house I held no attachment too - awaiting what I was certain to be my inevitable death.
The anxiety was intoxicating, as was the silence. The anticipation of hearing the Hunters boots clump down the stairs sent shivers down my spine, and I could do nothing but wait... that is, until the soothing and desolate sound of a music box began to settle my worries. For but a moment, all of my troubles vanished as if they were but hallucinations. For but a moment... I found an appeasing sense of enlightenment, and solitude... and everything couldn't be more perfect. For but a moment...
...until you came...
Freeing me from my imprisonment, you took away the only sense of security that gave me pleasure. The darkness is merciless now. Still... regardless of your actions, I thank you. You became my savior, but I still did not trust you - could not trust you. To put my trust and life into the hands of a stranger is suicidal itself. Instead, I observed you... tested you, and attempted to uncover the truth of who you really were, but...
...You saved me...
Our alliance, forged through the nightmares that haunts this realm, grew into something more. Something I never thought I'd appreciate. Separated by the bullies in the school, by sheer will you fought your way to me. Once more freeing me from the shackles of death.
You saved me.
If such roles were reversed, I'm ashamed to admit that I wouldn't have come for you... yet still. Since then, I began to trust you. Our silent journey through the city had been something I oddly enjoyed, and for the times where we found ourselves separated due to an unforeseen obstacle, I couldn't help but worry for your safety. You became something that violated my rules of survival. Your trust in me, became my trust in you... and united, we were but lost souls struggling to find clarity in these forsaken lands... together. The challenges we faced, the choices we make... some of them I still can't fathom as to why you did it. The Doctor had been idiotic in his desperate chase. Trying to capture us, he put himself in a predicament that left his fate in our hands. I figured you would've finish the job - burning him until he no longer breathed.
...but you didn't...
You spared him, despite the obvious fact that he would not spare us... why? I could not understand you, or your reasons. To survive, you must fight... yet, presented with the opportunity... you showed him mercy when I wouldn't. You still cared. In a world where nothing would've given you the same amount of kindness... you still cared. Who are you? Your constant hallucination under the broadcasting of the TV, worried me greatly. Each time, I had to pull you away so that you'd snap back into reality as we know it. Yet, this time... there was something more... something, wrong. I could hear it... I could feel it. This abnormally, thin man, glaring as he approached us through the TV... towards me.
...and I feared it...
For the first time, I never felt so helpless. I just wanted run, and run, and never stop. But you hadn't recovered - struggling to stabilize your footing beneath you. I couldn't leave you, I was worried... but what could I do? Fleeing out of the room in hopes of saving my skin, I suddenly came to an abrupt halt... and realized... I abandoned you. When you'd never done such a thing, I abandoned you. I could not muster the cowardice behavior I had emitted. That is until your emergence from the room I fled broke my shock. Once more, we fled from a foe that possessed imminent danger. You shortly behind, ensuring that I escaped first, just as you always had. But there was nowhere to go, we were trapped. Hastily crouching under the table, I watched as you ran past me and hid beneath the bed. Immediately, I regretted my poor choice in hiding. Trying to relocate myself to you, I stumbled between my footing, falling onto my stomach. I tried to get up, but... it was already too late.
I could feel him, glaring at me... right at the doorway. Glancing over my shoulder, I could not comprehend the gruesome fate that awaited me. The hate - the anger - the malicious intent. He scared me. Stretching my hand, I feared for my life, but more importantly... I feared for the possibility that we would never see each other again. And so, with a terrified scream, I was taken - From you - Swiped from our own reality. Forced into another, I endured his constant torment... my endless suffering. I attempted to escape, and you were there, just as I knew you would... but, he was stronger. And I was once more taken from you. By then, all I remember is hearing the sweet and gentle tune of the music box that brought me peace. I didn't want to leave its gentle rhythm behind. Not after abandoning it for a life of constant fear. The box eased my tired soul... but I wasn't complete. Under its manipulative and mesmerizing tune, I found myself longing for your presence. Your voice called to me, piercing these ears out of its gentle tune that bounded me to its cell.
...you came for me...
I abandoned you... and yet, you came for me. The illusion I was forced to live, unwilling to let go of its sanctum, had been released. Its foundation - cleansed - by you, nonetheless. A rush of joyful emotions overwhelmed my very soul, emotions I could not recall experiencing. It was new, and abnormal. I wanted to express these emotions to you... to show you that I am thankful, and I cared... but, such tender moments could not come to exist. As once more, we find ourselves running for our lives. The walls, they live. Its structure manifests and enclose around us. All we could do was run. No amount of power could stop its pursuit. No obstacle, nor concealment.
The ceiling began to collapse, and the stone walkway that I found myself on crumbled as well. Leaping to safety, I skidded and turn, realizing that you had yet to make the jump. I see you, fear luminous in your eyes. You couldn't make the jump, and you knew that... not by yourself. I stretched my hand, offering my help. Without another moments hesitation, you jumped. I always admired that about you, how trusting you are of others. Though, such faith is also dangerous. Our fingers interlocked, securing our grasps around the other. I did not show it, but I was delighted beyond understanding... we made it. We made it!
*growl*
Pain strikes, and I glance towards my stomach with an uncomfortable gaze. I knew what that meant. More importantly, I knew the outcome to its temptation. You don't seem to notice, as your eyes remain looking down into the abyss below, thankful that you hadn't plunged into the mercy of the tower. No, you wouldn't be at its mercy... but at mine. I refused to be responsible for such a heinous act. Though it troubles me, I knew what had to be done. By this time, you looked at me... wondering as to why I wasn't pulling you up yet. Your eyes faltered, and by then - suddenly, you realized...
Yanking my hand away, I watched as you plummet into the mercy of the tower. Our journey together had been short, but meaningful. You became something more. An acquaintance, a companion... a friend. I can not comprehend what you may be thinking. The betrayal you surely feel. The pain, seeping through your veins. If you survive, I hope we could be able to meet again. Losing you to these cravings I am unable to control would bring more misery to me, than it would losing you to this tower. I wish there was some kind of alternative... but for now, this is all I can do. This hurts me, more than you'll ever realize...
Mono...
...I'm sorry...
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Personally, I like to think that this "hunger" has been a part of six for quite some time now, or has most certainly been implanted after her abduction by Thin Man(Mono). Regardless, I'd like to believe that Six didn't betray Mono in cold blood. Her interactions with him seem to grow more and more friendly throughout the game, even when Thin Man emerges from the television. She seemed genuinely concerned for his well being before taking off.
Also, due to the achievement you receive by not killing the Doctor in the furnace, I'd like to believe that this was canon rather than burning him... which is what I'm sure 99% of us did during our first play through.
Well, lets hope a 3rd game will release revolving this amazing franchise. That'll probably take a few years, but until then we can only make due with what we know. Thank you for reading this short story, I appreciate any feedback or discussions about this stunning game.
Ciao!
~TheLivingMyth