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Another day, another hell in this place
Honestly, John has been sick of it by now. Always having to do this job against his will, especially whenever it comes to his wife. He doesn’t like to kill, he doesn’t like the sight of blood. He has no other option.
He hated it all, but whenever it was over, all his memories were wiped once again, making his mind a blank sheet of paper. Although, his memories often came back when Jane came for a visit, which she did quite often and he absolutely loved it.
He loved spending time with his wife, even if that sometimes was a struggle due to his unexpected behaviour
But not everyone was satisfied with that.
The spectre.
They were absolutely fuming. He hated how his tricks weren’t working, because he will always find a way to remember his wife again
So, what did he decide to do?
Do the extreme.
…
John woke up feeling quite worse than usual. He felt heavier, his head hurt quite a lot and his vision seemed quite blurry. Luckily, it wasn’t his turn to be the killer this week, so he hopes he can get some peace and rest.
He suddenly retched and threw up, some black plasma landing on the ground. It was very similar to the material used in his spikes. He stared at it in confusion before laying back down, not really bothering to think about it much.
The doors to his dorm suddenly opened, and a tall female peeked in. She seemed quite familiar, but he couldn’t exactly place his finger on who it was. She held a bouquet of flowers in her hands, and her face was slightly blurred. Maybe his vision was still a bit dizzy.
“Good morning, my love! How are y- oh..."
Her voice faded when she noticed the vomits on the ground.
He couldn't help but feel ashamed because of that. He hid his face into his pillow, but raised it again when he felt the weight shift on the bed. The woman carefully placed her hand on top of his head and scratched his head.
"Are you sick, darling? I'll help you get over it..." She muttered and gently placed a soft kiss on top of his head.
He just smiled when he finally remembered who it was. It was his wife, Jane.
He sat up, hugging her tightly with one arm. She hugged him back and lightly rubbed his back.
"Don't strain yourself much today, okay? I'll take care of you."
He smiled wider at that and snuggled his face into her neck, while she tried to pull away.
"Can you let me go, please? I want to clean up the mess first."
"Noooo..." His voice sounded worse than before
"I'll be quick with it?"
He released his grip on her at that, and she quickly left to get the supplies to clean up the mess. He laid back down and curled up as much as he could, growling quietly.
He just wanted his... wait, who was that again?
...
Whatever...
The same woman came back and his face lit up immediately. He doesn't know why, but every time he sees her, he feels happy.
She began to clean the mess for him, while he watched her every move, a small smile on his face.
He frowned when she left, but the smile returned when she came back, and as soon as she approached, he hugged her tightly.
"Must've missed me a lot, hm?" She teased while rubbing his head gently.
For the rest of the day, they spent snuggling with each other, mostly since he refused to let her go. He did feel better afterwards after being with her for some time.
The next few mornings weren't as bright as the others, each one worse.
Each morning he felt absolutely terrible, waking up with bad headaches, often throwing up the same black goo, his body feeling heavier, causing a lot of body pain in general.
He knew something was up, he just couldn't tell what.
-
Soon enough, it was his turn as the killer, but for a strange reason, he was stronger. Like, really stronger.
He also noticed a change in the survivors behaviour, with them being more nervous and having less confidence nowadays. Was he just getting very good at it?
Jane would notice this behaviour as well.
She remembered he usually would glance at people for a split second before walking away, but now he just tores them apart and runs away.
And even when it's her, he'd usually hug her and run away. She remembers that clearly. But now? He throws her against a wall.
She knew something was wrong, especially since the corruption began to spread all across his body.
She decided to check up on him after the rounds.
-
John stared at himself in the mirror. He couldn't recognize himself at this point.
His both arms were a hazard now, his chest mostly covered in it by now, and he noticed it also started covering his eye. It felt good but also bad at the same time.
Once again, he got interrupted by the strange woman. When he gazed at her, his eyesight began to become more blurry and had to close his eyes to make it stop.
"John, are you alright?!" She called out while walking up to him, her hands on his cheeks.
He couldn't help but just nod, trying to make the headache go away.
She gently kissed his forehead, and he smiled at that. Ah, he remembers now. It's his wife, Jane.
He grinned and snuggled his head into her neck, barely able to raise his other arm without it shaking like a jello.
Instead of hugging him, she gently pushed him away. When he opened his eyes to look at her, her expression seemed concerned.
She had a good reason too. He was turning into a monster.
"Oh, John, what are they doing to you..." She muttered quietly and lightly stroked his cheek.
"Heeelp...." He managed to speak up, but it was barely audible.
"I wish I could help, really..." She whispered, gently pecking his lips.
He frowned and closed his eyes again, resting his chin on her shoulder.
...
She felt guilt.
Her husband of 8 years, the one who absolutely loved to talk about most random things, the one who would help her get through college and even throughout her lowest.
Now?
Slowly turning into a mindless bloodhungry monster.
And she can't do anything except watch it happen.
Everyday, she comes to visit him, making sure he was alright. But each day, it was harder, with the corruption now covering his face.
He looked... terrible.
But with even all that, she couldn't help but love him. After all, they've been through hell together.
She cried while doing a generator, her hands practically trembling as she knew who the killer was.
Her dearest husband.
She knew he didn't want to do it.
She knew deep inside he didn't.
Why did they do this to them? They've been nothing but just any other citizen in their city.
She finally managed to finish it, shakingly standing up.
She hasn't been able to see John for the past couple days, since he hasn't been in his cabin.
She just hoped he was gone to get treatment.
She sighed loudly and as soon as she took a step, she was attacked by spikes blocking her way
She stood there frozen in shock as she saw what has become of him.
A completely corrupted monster with his heart out. Eyes staring at her from every spike, just there to make her anxious.
The ground shook terribly at the digital footprint (is that what it's called?), almost making her fall to the ground.
She quickly used her axe to swing at him, managing to stun him to give her a few seconds escape.
He growled loudly in anger, and a few seconds later, he began to chase her.
She dodged, she yelled, she cried, but not even a single sign of recognition.
His face was fully covered after all, what did she expect?
She was suddenly stabbed, it piercing a large hole in her stomach, and then thrown harshly against a wall.
He doesn't remember her anymore. He won't even bother to glance and immediately go after others.
She sat down on the staircase in the lobby, curled up into a ball.
She felt absolutely terrible.
Her lovely husband, gone. Replaced with a bloodhungry monster.
She would give everything just to reverse it, even if it meant to be herself.
But she can't, can she?
Her heart ached at that, just wanting it to be like the good old times.
...
She knew she had to leave him, but she can't give up hope. She knew he was still in there.
She had to try after the rounds were over.
So she waited, closing her eyes, maybe napping for a little bit, she hoped. It didn't take long until other survivors were back in the lobby.
It was luckily the last round of the week, so they can finally rest peacefully.
But rest wasn't really an option for her.
She stood up and made her way out of the cabin and practically ran towards the killers cabins.
Her legs ached a lot when she arrived, her heart raced both due to the exercise and panic, and she could feel tears build up.
She just hoped he would be in there.
She knocked.
...
Again.
...
She opened the doors.
Inside, John stood by the mirror, staring at himself. He slowly turned his head, and just bore his eyes into her.
She smiled slightly, knowing hope was a good option for her.
She decided to carefully approach him, but the moment she took a step, he screamed and immediately began to attack her.
She started to run away, now completely stressed out because of him.
When she felt him gone, she finally decided to take a break from all the running. She laid down on the ground curled up, trying not to fall asleep on spot
She didn't know what to do. On one hand, she just wanted to give up. But she kept holding onto that tiny spark of hope as well.
So, she's going to keep trying.
Except, that doesn't go as well as planned.
She tries everyday, just to either be screamed at, attacked by, or both. It even happens before she can even take a step near his cabin.
He's been weird like that even to his co-workers, hell, even children. There hasn't been a single time where survivors haven't atleast bruised ever since the corruption took completely over him.
...
She cried the whole round this day, her hopes still high.
Until lms.
She stood up and just waited patiently for him to approach. As expected, he ran towards her. She held her breath when he paused.
")0N|/|, B4R/_1H@..."
He tilted his head for a moment. Something within him sparked.
But that quickly vanished when he got a terrible ache in his head and suddenly attacked her, brutally murdering her.
Ripping off her limbs one by one, and then letting a loud roar.
Back in the lobby, everyone gathered up and bandaging, Jane remained by the stairs, thinking deeply.
This wasn't John she knew anymore. Not even the slightest.
She missed him dearly. She just wanted to go back to the past.
She hated the future.
He's just but a monster now.
And she knew.
She had to let him go