She will take you with the Devil’s speed; you’ll never get outta here. You’ll never be free.

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Who: Alessa Gillespie and Franken Stein
When: Friday evening
Where: Stein's room, 13C
Summary: Stein cut up Darc. Darc is Alessa's friend. Stein is screwed.
Rating: PG13 - R
Warnings: Silent Hill mind fucks, possible language, violence, vicious little Antichrists.

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He could feel the heat radiating through his bedroom even in his sleep, but it wasn't until he felt that - was it madness? It certainly felt similar - that he realized something was wrong and snapped awake.

Never in his life did he think a little girl could look so utterly menacing. Even in the dim light, Stein could tell that she had a rather angry look on her face and there was something very wrong with the state of her soul.

But maybe he was just imagining that look of rust and grime around her, and he sighed, hoping that he could keep himself calm and keep the twinge of fear out of his voice. "Alessa, if this is about Darc, I can guarantee he's fine."

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"Fuck!" He hit the ground hard, trying to scratch whatever the hell had grabbed hold of his arm with his other hand. Stein didn't even bother trying to attack its soul with his own; after all, he couldn't see the thing's soul, so it more than likely didn't even have one.

But at the same time, he wasn't about to go out without a fight and let this thing eat him or tear him apart or whatever the hell, and he did what he could to attack it despite the obvious handicap of his lack of vision.

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Its general abdomen area was cold but slimy, reeking of blood, and the rest of it was sticky, but it generally seemed to be around the size of a relatively young human.

It kept groaning, some of the moans getting choked off by sobs of pain. Then there were more groans, coming from all around him.

Freezing hands grasped everywhere, clenching his clothes in their fists and trying to drag him deeper in the darkness.

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Fear gripped him as those hands did and he started getting dragged away from the stairs and the relative safety of the light he could still see at the top of them. But at the same time, curiosity, damnable curiosity, kept him from fighting back too hard. Stein wanted to see where the darkness led, where they were taking him, what the hell these things were.

He barely put up a fight, instead deciding he could - and would - attack when he learned more about these things. They didn't seem to be particularly aggressive for the moment, at least. They almost seemed more like they were interested in taking him somewhere more than they were just trying to scare him.

And damn if he was going to let some little girl scare him like this. Stein halfheartedly dug his heels into the floor to slow them down.

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The hands, now that they had a good grip on him, pulled him in so deep that there wasn't light left, and then whatever owned the hands started dragging themselves on top of him, cold dead flesh forcing itself to shift in ragged stiff motions, and something drove its teeth into his shoulder.

Scrabbling hands, trying to tear him apart. Teeth. Bites. They were either trying to rip him open or eat him.

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Once he realized they weren't just going to stop at dragging him around, Stein started to struggle. And as soon as he felt those teeth sinking into his shoulder, he started making it very clear to these things that he was not a meal using elbows, knees, really anything he could do to get those things the hell off of him.

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They whispered softly in between groans of pain, their rubbery cold flesh decaying right under his fingers.

"Professor..."

"Professor..."

"Professor..."

All of them. One by one. Whispering with familiar voices.

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Stein's features darkened into a scowl. He didn't believe it, wouldn't believe it. He saw these kids upstairs and there was no chance these things were actually his students. No chance, no chance...

He kept fighting back, ignoring those pitiful whispers of theirs, telling himself over and over and over again that this was just someone fucking with him. Another experiment, or maybe just Alessa's idea of payback. He didn't know, and he didn't care, he just knew it couldn't be real.

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So many. Their whispers hissed in his ears even when some were far away from his face.

"Professor..."

There was a glimmer of something sharp in the darkness.

That something sharp went right for his gut.

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Stein gasped in pain, clutching at his new stab wound to try and stop the bleeding. It had been a while since he's been injured in any sort of serious way in a very long time and he had almost forgotten how painful this sort of thing was. He could feel the warmth of the fresh blood on his hand as he pressed harder to avoid bleeding out, while he still attempted to strike out blindly with the occasional kick every time anything seemed to get too close. Though he was fairly certain that things seemed close to him more often then they actually were.

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The floor hissed when the blood touched it, getting hot under his body, and if he looked, it was like the blood was burning through it, leaving red glowing borders that grew. The floor was about to catch fire. And by the light of the growing embers?

He could see his attackers. His dead students, some of them with their entrails still hanging out of their separate dissections.

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Stein scowled, taken aback by his attackers' appearances. They sure looked like they were his students. His eyes blurred momentarily before he shook himself out of it, kicking the closest one in the face before he quickly scrambled to his feet.

He could still feel the heat on his back and he spared the ground a moment's glance before going back to defending himself, still clutching the wound on his chest. He was not dying here, no chance.

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"Professor..."

While the other students were grappling with his clothes and body, trying to pull him to the smoldering ground, one female student, her face in shadow, took a gasping breath, her visible lung inflating jerkily, but she had to try over and over before she could inhale enough to breathe out, "Why...?"

She couldn't say anything else. Her lung convulsed, a violent coughing fit rattling her dead ribcage, so hard that she fell to her knees, but the students still pulling him finished her statement for her.

"Why did you do this to us?"

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"Shut up," he hissed. He didn't need this guilt trip for something he hadn't done from a hallucination. Because that's all this was, right? Just a figment of his imagination and nothing more.

Right?

Even still, he couldn't help but reach out to the first girl, trying to help her back up despite being dragged around. "I didn't mean to," Stein whispered, trying to ignore the way his voice cracked. "I'm sure I didn't..."

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Grabbing hands, twisting in his clothes, pulling him down. The embers were spreading, lighting up the room, as though a thousand fireflies were standing on every surface.

But the girl, her movements jerky and weak, grabbed his hands in a vice grip, her legs trembling as she began to stand again. The coughs subsided for a moment, leaving her taking painfully raw breaths, and she pulled his hand to her stomach, letting his fingers rest against the gaping dissection wounds and the cold blood that leaked sluggishly forth.

"Didn't mean to do..."

Her lung convulsed. She started coughing again. More blood sprinkled his sleeve.

"THIS?"

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Stein felt his hand getting covered in blood, and for once it actually felt sickening rather than comforting. "No, I didn't..." He glanced around slightly nervously at the flames slowly spreading around the room, starting to gingerly try to move his hand away from her wounds.

He really needed to get the hell out of here.

"You kids... You mean the world to me. I wouldn't do his to you purposefully. I swear it," Stein murmured softly, not paying all that much attention to the way his eyes were welling up with tears at this point.