There was a<span style="font-style: italic">â€˜whoooooshâ€™</span>sound followed by a click as the double doors slammed behind Nick after he had been running through the hallway for while. He paused looked behind him to see that through the window of the door there was a silhouette wearing nurse attire, just standing there watching him with a demonic grin on her shadowy face. Shaking his head he decided to just focus on finding where that figure had gone. That was all that mattered to him at the moment. When he found nothing frustration began to sink in and he punched the wall, unsure of what was coming over him, he had to find herâ€¦ There was something drawing him to her and he had to know what it was. He would only be satisfied once he figured everything out, when he rescued both her and his angel from this place, freeing them from this nightmare, he would feel at peace.<br/><br/>He noticed something head into a large room, wasting no time he followed as quickly as his legs would carry him. From all the running he did hi insides felt like they were about to explode and he was beginning to cough up whatever remained of the mysterious liquid that had been put into his system. It was unhealthy, no doubt, but he didnâ€™t let it hold him back from reaching his goal. He had come too far now. The same determination that struck him when he thought of escaping this place was driving him to search for that figure. The room he had entered was large and reminded him of a day room or possibly a meeting room that had been cleared out. In the center there was a chair, to that chair the figure he had been chasing down was bound, head lowered, seemingly muttering things under its breath that he couldnâ€™t make out.<br/><br/>The lights flickered on for just a moment. Nick swallowed hard when he noticed how dark the crimson that stained the walls was; blood, and lots of it, the floor was covered as well. There were bodies everywhere in the room that he assumed belonged to the doctors.<br/><br/>Everything went dark again as quickly as it lit up that it barely gave him a chance to get a good look not that he wanted one. A shiver crawled up Nickâ€™s spine that made his entire body tremble. He felt dizzy again. A light came on, hanging above the figure in the chair. The figure lifted its head to look at him; it had hollow eyes that appeared as though they had been gouged out with some sort of tool and blood was oozing from both sockets. When the figure opened its mouth a horrible scream filled the room. Nick closed his eyes and covered his ears, backing towards the nearest wall.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œNick!â€</span>A femaleâ€™s voice seemed to force its way into his head,<span style="font-style: italic">â€œNick, you son of a bitch, why did you do it? Whyâ€¦ whyâ€¦â€</span>Over and over the words repeated, sounding worse than a broken record.<span style="font-style: italic">â€Whyâ€¦ whyâ€¦</span>One by the bodies seemed to stand up and begin surrounding him, coming closer, closer, until they backed him into a corner. If their spiteful gazes were enough enough they began to speak as well, uttering the same words in a dull whisper. He was beginning to regret coming in here. For some reason this all seemed too familiar but he wasnâ€™t able to place a finger on it. Was it not always like that? Situations where people were unable to find the answers they wanted? This was worse than some corny horror movie or a situation where it happened all the time, this was some kind of reality, it just seemed way too real.<br/><br/>He felt hands grabbing for him. Their touches were barely noticeable but it was still enough to make the hair on the back of his neck stand up. When his back pressed against it, Nick slid down the wall, still covering his ears to drown out that horrible banshee scream.