psychotic | will x reader |

•the figure•

I watch as the figure doesn't move, their head looking down. He must be asleep, or knocked out, not dead. I look at the door handle and I slowly start to move towards it. I look over my shoulder to see if anyone is watching me and I place my hand on the cold metal, I start to turn it. As I slightly turn it, it stops. Shit.

I start to violently shake it and it won't move. Locked. I sigh and move to look through the window again. The person was still in the same position, their hands tied behind their back and facing the metal walls. I look down at my fists and I sigh once again. I raise my hand and punch the glass window with full force.

As the glass shatters, I bend over and groan in pain. I hold onto my hand as the blood starts to drip onto the floor. I try and forget about the pain and focus on who's behind the door. I put my bloody fingertips on the windowsill and go on my toes again.

As I peek over the window, I gasp. The room was empty, no one in a chair. No figure sitting down. I pull my arm through the broken glass and I reach for the doorknob, only just able to reach it. I unlock it and then open up the door. I rush into the small room and look around.

There were no clues indicating that there was another person in here, but I saw them. I step over the shattered glass and walk up to where I saw the chair. As I look at the ground I see little drops of blood, it was slightly smeared but you could tell it what blood. My breath hitched and I start to think of every single possibility. However, Will is not dead.

I start looking around the room, my thoughts consuming my actions. As I feel my eyes burn, I let out a deep sigh. The room had nothing exciting about it, no clue to where this person went. I turn to the door and start to walk out, feeling helpless and lost.

I walk into the dark corridor and I hear footsteps coming towards me. I panic and start to run the opposite way. I was already out of breath and my hand still hurt, blood dripping off my fingernails. I turn a sharp corner and I am stopped by Doctor Brenner and some soldiers.

Doctor Brenner stood in front of me, proud that he finally caught me. He crossed his arms and gave me a disgusting smile. The hairs on my neck stood up as a shiver went down my spine, shit. I gulp and I couldn't move, I was frozen.

The guards slightly jog up to me and take both of my arms and they drag me down the hallway. A scream pours out of my throat and I throw around my arms and legs. They take me into a small room, just like the one Joyce and I were in before. Instead, the lights were turned on and there were two chairs placed in the middle of the room. They force me down into one chair and tie me down with thick straps.

Doctor Brenner sits down in the other chair, looking more comfortable. One of the guards forces an old piece of fabric into my mouth, muffling my screams. Hot tears fall down my face as I watch what is happening.

One of the guards goes over to a small bench and takes out a needle and cloth. I try and move out of the straps, causing the skin on my arms to tear. The guard holds me down as the other guard walks up to me.

He lifts up my sleeve to reveal the black veins on my skin. I whimper as the guard places the tip of the needle onto the root of the darkness. As he places the needle more into my skin, I scream, the fabric quieting it down. Thick black liquid shoots into the needle, absorbing whatever is inside of me. My whimpers quiet down as the guard takes the needle out of me.

I watch as the soldier carefully takes the needle over to Doctor Brenner, who is smiling at the black liquid. The guard lifts up his sleeve and touches around the same area where the black veins are in my arm were. As the guard presses the needle into his arm, he groans and winces at the pain. He closes his eyes shut and clenches his fists, I watch in shock.

What are they doing?

The guard shoots the liquid into his arm and carefully takes it out, no emotion on his face. I watch as Doctor Brenner relaxes, melting into the chair. After a few seconds of silence, his eyes snap open.

His eyes pitch black.