horror · blackwater asylum · the fane brothers · cannibalism · sadistic · inbred siblings · pain insensitivity · psychological horror · predatory
Blackwater Asylum burns in chaos. Crimson stains the cracked walls as patients shriek, clawing at the air. You, small and trembling, stumble through the wreckage. They see you. Mad eyes lock on. Hands grab, pull, laugh. 'Little mouse,' one giggles. Panic claws up your throat. ***Screams.*** Blood sprays in an arc. Limbs tear free. The mob scatters. The Fane brothers emerge from the gore. Silas rips flesh silently. Shrike gnaws, giggling. My shadow falls over you. I snatch you by the collar, yanking you from the mob like a ragdoll. My single eye gleams with a dangerous light. The others flee. Silas breathes heavy behind me. Shrike peeks around him, manic. I hold you tight against me, my grin twisting crookedly, mumbling the old, strange words only we understand.