murkoffceo

[murkoffceo]

Black shoes shuffled against the ground, trying his best to gain some sort of distance between him and his former co-worker. The other variants were fairly slow, and could quickly be outsmarted, but, Rick, Rick was clever, and quick. He was cunning and smart, just like he had been before. 

His vision blurred almost immediately, pain flooding throughout his entire body, nearly doubling over, trying his best to cope with the pain; trying to get away, trying to be free. 

“R-Rick, c’mon... please,” he pleaded, begged, how quickly the tables had turned, how the food chain was quickly being rearranged.  How quickly Jeremy Blaire had just tumbled down a peg; Richard Trager taking place as the new top leader. 

Hands frantically tried, moving quickly, trying to stop the bleeding; the once blinding white dress shirt now soaked a dark crimson, hands coated with blood.

“Buddy... Rick...” he panted, body throwing itself into overdrive, trying to desperately save itself. Non-essential organs were quickly shutting down, either on their own, or, at the force of the trauma they were suffering from the shears that were now a part of him. “Please...” he pleaded yet again, eyes full of nothing but suffering and pain, he had never been on the receiving end, never the one on the other end of the stick. He was the one fucking people over, not the other way around. 

He didn’t want to go like this, on this damn mountain, during a damn riot. He’d rather go in a car accident; his fancy car losing traction on the road, or something else. Anything but this, at the hands of Richard Trager.

murkoffceo:

It was honestly a miracle how put together the executive still looked, after running around nonstop, being chased around by patients, and by his own staff. The white of his dress shirt was still as pristine as ever, not a drop of blood on it. His hair was a bit disheveled from constantly running his hands through it.

He jerked, blood running cold like liquid nitrogen through his body at the sound of the familiar voice. 

“Rick?” He whipped around, nearly losing his balance in a puddle of blood, shoe sole leaving a wide smear across the tile. 

The man took a few steps back; it didn’t look like Rick, no, not at all, but, it sure as hell sounded like him, spoke like him too. Blaire didn’t want to believe it, didn’t want to stomach the thoughts that this is what happened to him, this is what the other man had been reduced to.

“Been too long,” he admitted, he should have done something, he knew he should have, Rick didn’t truly belong with them, with the other patients, in the program, he was a business man. But, in the end, business was business, and it had to be done, especially after the stunt with Pauline, he wasn’t there, but, he heard plenty about it, watching as they wheeled Rick away, strapped down, wrapped up.

“Not to see rude, but, I’d rather reschedule that appointment Doc, feeling just fine to be quite honest with you,” he added, another step back. 

What’s done is done. There is nothing that can rectify what was done to him, but cutting his former boss into pieces was definitely a step in the right direction as far as Rick was concerned. Wouldn’t even give him the pleasure of dedication, of slow, painful, suffering. Only a person he had familiar ties with was rewarded with long tortures. Blaire, for as quickly as he back-stabbed Rick, was going to be destroyed just as quickly.

For each step Blaire took backwards, Trager took two steps forward, brandishing his weapon.        “ No, no. Not so fast    ! “ Without flinching, Trager drove the pointed blade of the shears closed up through Blaire’s abdomen, skewering him to his weapon. The variant pressed onward, his blade all slick with guts and blood spilling forth.        “ Ohhh… Hnn… Lots of blood. You’re a real bleeder, boss. I’m impressssed…. Hahahaha…! “ Lifting Blaire off the ground, up into the air by his impaled guts, Trager studies the pain in his face. Basking in it. If Trager were able to, he’d feel himself erect seeing his former boss in such great pain.

[murkoffceo]

The executive turned and glanced down at the pistol he had dropped.

"Where's the fun in that? Then it's visible," he chuckled, scooping the weapon up and inspecting it for any damage, before gently slipping it back into the waist band of his pants.

"Tell anyone I'm carrying, and I'll unload an entire clip between your eyes," he threatened.

@murkoffceo “Hey you dropped your- oh! That’s… that’s a gun. Shouldn’t you have a holster or something?”

[murkoffceo]

It was honestly a miracle how put together the executive still looked, after running around nonstop, being chased around by patients, and by his own staff. The white of his dress shirt was still as pristine as ever, not a drop of blood on it. His hair was a bit disheveled from constantly running his hands through it.

He jerked, blood running cold like liquid nitrogen through his body at the sound of the familiar voice. 

“Rick?” He whipped around, nearly losing his balance in a puddle of blood, shoe sole leaving a wide smear across the tile. 

The man took a few steps back; it didn’t look like Rick, no, not at all, but, it sure as hell sounded like him, spoke like him too. Blaire didn’t want to believe it, didn’t want to stomach the thoughts that this is what happened to him, this is what the other man had been reduced to.

“Been too long,” he admitted, he should have done something, he knew he should have, Rick didn’t truly belong with them, with the other patients, in the program, he was a business man. But, in the end, business was business, and it had to be done, especially after the stunt with Pauline, he wasn’t there, but, he heard plenty about it, watching as they wheeled Rick away, strapped down, wrapped up.

“Not to see rude, but, I’d rather reschedule that appointment Doc, feeling just fine to be quite honest with you,” he added, another step back. 

murkoffceo:

Blaire panted heavily, glancing over his shoulder as he skidded around a corner; designer black shows smearing blood as he lost a bit of traction.

This is not how this was to end up, this couldn’t be happening. This was a bad trip; that’s all it was. He’d wake up in shortly. Yeah, it would all be fine. Bad coke, a bit too much of it. Too many martinis, this wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.

The more he told himself that, the more he knew he was lying to himself. This was real, this was hell. It all went South real quick, he didn’t even have Rick to go to for help here. Poor bastard was probably stuck in the middle of this all, or dead in his cell wherever he was. 

He hadn’t used his gun just yet,there was no point in using it. Everyone he had encountered he could deal with at close range.

He tugged a gurney behind him as he ran past it, the sound of it clanking against the corroded flooring beneath him echoed loudly behind him. The variant that was in pursuit decided he apparently wasn’t worth the length chase and energy to be expended and gave up.

He was tired, and he’d kill for a bottle of water right about now. He didn’t trust half the pipes around this asylum. The thought of tap water was usually off-putting, but, in this situation, he truly did not have a choice. Perhaps later.

He wanted to rest, but, he knew there were still others running around here, that could possibly escape and spread the word of what had truly been going on in the Asylum on the side of the large mountain. 

He trudged forward, trying his best to stop his panting and quiet his breathing down a little bit. 

There was a distinct difference in the shuffling of bare feet and someone with shoes. Trager was hyper-aware of all that was happening around him and his plane of existence. Nearby, someone with shoes was moving around. No one else fully clothed was still alive, the guards were quickly done away with when the patients were let loose. Something Trager wanted to investigate further.

For a moment he’s not sure he’s seeing what he’s seeing; That maybe his one good eye was betraying him; Jeremy Fucking Blaire. The grande backstabber himself. Rick knew the guy was a snake and was sure to keep him at arm’s length. The man was terrible at golf, it was a wonder how he kept Murkoff together this long. Guy couldn’t even keep his hair from receding or grow a proper mustache like a big boy, and yet… Maybe it made sense why everything just suddenly fell apart.

          “ Mister Blaire. Boss-man. Been a while, hasn’t it! “                     He’s sure he must recognize the voice.           “ I mean, “ He starts, laughing, “ Call me crazy, but I have an appointment set with one Jeremy Blaire. That’s you, right? Tell me that’s not you – small world! It just so happens the doctor is ready to see you now! “

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eyexofxnight

“I don’t really care about any of that,” she told him. “It doesn’t matter to me how big the town is, the church has everything I could need.”

She was grateful that the hotel wasn’t too far away. She didn’t know how to make conversation.

“If you’re into that kind of thing,” he shrugged, bag behind him, cigarette firm between his lips, occasionally pulling it out to take a few breaths of fresh air. “But, home is where the heart is, or at least, that’s what I’ve always been told,” the executive shrugged once again, obviously he hadn’t truly found home yet, he hated it up on that damn mountain. 

He was sure he was overdressed, in comparison. He sure as hell didn’t look like a tourist, more like a man who merely got lost on his way to an important business meeting, designer shoes that cost as much as most people’s monthly rent. But, price tags never mattered to him, he never needed to look at them. He could afford anything in life he truly wanted. 

“You should at least get out for a bit, y’know, mission trip stuff, or at least go to other churches, see what they look like.” He couldn’t imagine being cooped up in one small town ones whole life. 

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eyexofxnight

“I’ve never been anywhere else.” She admitted. “I’ve been in the church my whole life; I don’t even think I’ve ever left the town.”

“You’re missing a hell of a world then,” he huffed, hands pulling a small box out of his pocket, grabbing a cigarette and popping it between his lips, slipping the box back into his pocket and grabbing a deep black lighter, the Murkoff logo engraved into the side of it.

He lit it and took a step away, not wanting to force the other to inhale the fumes from the cigarette. 

“Lots of cool stuff out there, sandy beaches, large oceans, towns that make this nonexistent in size too,” he shrugged, glancing off into the distance, enjoying his cigarette. He tried to cut back, but, when he did so, his coke and alcohol consumption just increased. 

He had thankfully packed light, one small suitcase. Half of it was cash, drugs, and alcohol. Only a few changes of clothes; all suits, of course. He didn’t really wear anything besides them, being an executive and all, there were no such things as casual fridays, unless he was out on the greens practicing some golf.

[murkoffceo]

fatherxvincent

“There’s plenty of liquor, but if you have very specific tastes it wouldn’t hurt to bring your own. Speaking of specific tastes, I know you said you preferred blondes but, well, it’s hard to find a reliable Sister on short notice. I think Sister Delphine’s a brunette. Hard to tell.”

“I’ll bring a bottle or two of something fancy,” he shrugged, having no problems with it at all. Not like he would be taking a regular plane anyways, using Murkoff’s private jet; flying from Denver into a larger town in Maine, and taking a smaller plane likely to another smaller town, and drive the rest of the way. 

“Eh, I’m not overly picky,” Jeremy chuckled softly, “Silent Hill got a bank? Or does your church prefer cash donations only?” He sneered. He preferred to do cash anyways, plus, it was a publicity thing for him anyway, going to a small resort town, donating a shit load of money to their church. Good publicity for him, and for Murkoff Corporation.

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eyexofxnight

“I can imagine.” She replied, pulling her coat shut against the wind as well as his eyes. “We have an asylum here in town, but it’s not a large operation.”

“Can’t say I’ve ever been here, I’ve been to New York, but, never to Maine before,” he admitted, glancing around, cozy as ever in his jacket. This wasn’t truly a vacation, he had simply shifted from one cold ass place to a lesser cold ass place. The elevation of Mount Massive was over 14,400 feet, Maine was nothing compared to the higher elevations of the mountains. The air was different, not near as thin. When one is on the mountains for long enough, it isn’t truly noticeable at that point in time. But Blaire could always tell a difference, he felt he had more energy when away from the mountain, but, that could just bee the daunting aura emitting from the asylum.

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eyexofxnight

She nodded. “He’s more friendly than much of the priesthood here. It’s a troubling business, I understand…” She trailed off and stared at her boots. “As is yours, it seems. That sounds to me like a ghastly business to be in.”

“He seems like it, pretty friendly too,” he hummed, glancing her over a bit. 

“Troubling, kinda. Worth it? Definitely. Keeping creeps and criminals off the streets, keeping towns safer. Dangerous business as well,” he said, despite rarely even seeing the patients at all. He was far above that, although he did take a peek at Chris Walker or into Eddie Gluskin’s files every once in a while. And observe Billy Hope from time to time. 

[murkoffceo]

He chuckled softly at that. “Silent Hill got plenty of liquor? Or do I need to bring some of the good stuff with me?” He questioned, having no problem with supplying his own spirits, not like it was putting him in any problems, going out and hitting up a few liquor stores. 

“I’ll treat her right, promise, can’t be going out to somewhere I’m not familiar with and getting into a shit load of trouble, that’s my buddy’s job.”

fatherxvincent

“It’s been less busy in the more recent years, but some people have summer homes by the lake still. It’s been better, though. So, I have work to do some of the time,  but I’ll assign someone to keep you company in my absence.”

“Can’t say I haven’t heard it mentioned once or twice possibly, but, to be quite honest, Barbados and the Caribbean is much more fun. Girls down there are hot as well,” he said, tapping his fingers on the desk, craving either another line or a cigarette, but, it was still early in the afternoon, he’d hold of until later. 

“That’s fine, gotta make sure I don’t get lonely huh?” He snickered. 

Or to make sure I’m staying put or not wandering off. 

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eyexofxnight

“Father Vincent has instructed me to accommodate any request you may have, at least to the best of my abilities. First, I’m to show you to your reserved room at the hotel.” She was at least grateful for the opportunity to get out of the chapel for a while and explore parts of the town she had never been to. At least this was an excuse to do so.

“What is it you do on the mountain?”

“I appreciate him, he seems like a great guy,” he said, not minding at all, he had no clue where he was going. And, although he would find his way around, it’s better to have someone local with a lay of the land. 

“I run a non-profit charitable organization, Mount Massive Asylum for the Criminally Insane. We have just about everything inside of it you can possibly imagine, vast library, chapel, theater room, outdoor gym area. Other asylums send us their patients when they’re a bit too much, serial killers, especially,” he explained. “It’s a lot of work, but, it’s well worth it in the end.”

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fatherxvincent

“It’s been less busy in the more recent years, but some people have summer homes by the lake still. It’s been better, though. So, I have work to do some of the time,  but I’ll assign someone to keep you company in my absence.”

“Can’t say I haven’t heard it mentioned once or twice possibly, but, to be quite honest, Barbados and the Caribbean is much more fun. Girls down there are hot as well,” he said, tapping his fingers on the desk, craving either another line or a cigarette, but, it was still early in the afternoon, he’d hold of until later. 

“That’s fine, gotta make sure I don’t get lonely huh?” He snickered. 

Or to make sure I’m staying put or not wandering off. 

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eyexofxnight

“Likewise.” She said, not returning the smile. She didn’t know what “doing lines” meant, but it sounded phony to her. “I hope you enjoy our town. I’m sure it isn’t impressive to someone of your status, but it can be enjoyable.”

“Haven’t taken a vacation in a while, trust me, anything is a great time at this point when you’re literally stranded on a mountain all the time. At least I can get out and play golf sometimes,” he shrugged, stuffing his hands into his long black coat, thermal insulated- a gift from another executive on the mountain. “I’m sure I’ll have a great time,” Jeremy assured her.

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fatherxvincent

“Only in your case.” He replied with a scoff. “You won’t see me doing this for the summer tourists.”

“Aww, I guess that makes me pretty damn special huh?” He laughed, wide grin spread across his face, “I assume it gets busy down there in the summer time?” He enjoyed vacations, but, he loathed tourists. He would rather sit on a beach or in a bar somewhere and get lost in it all than just sit and watch people.

[murkoffceo]

“He may have, and I may or may not have been doing lines at the time,” he admitted, “Either way, it is nice to meet you,” he flashed her a toothy grin, something he didn’t truly do too often; it was something he had to practice, having a genuine smile, most of the time it was able to fool others, especially during business meetings. He was a fantastic liar, always had been, always will be.

eyexofxnight

“I’m pleased to hear it.” She nodded, hardly seeming pleased at all. “But I refer to my superiors by their titles. Always.”

“Whatever floats your boat, I’m not too picky. If you want to be formal, all is well. I don’t believe you have properly introduced yourself, though,” he was quick to point out, glancing down at the other.

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[murkoffceo]

eyexofxnight

“I’m pleased to hear it.” She nodded, hardly seeming pleased at all. “But I refer to my superiors by their titles. Always.”

“Whatever floats your boat, I’m not too picky. If you want to be formal, all is well. I don’t believe you have properly introduced yourself, though,” he was quick to point out, glancing down at the other.

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[murkoffceo]

“Perhaps you’ll show me around, sounds like you’d make a great tour guide,” he joked, shoes back up on his desk. He already knew he was going to get along well with this guy.

fatherxvincent

“The twenty first it is.” He made a note on his calendar. “I’ll make a reservation for you at the Lakeview. In my opinion, if one is going to be coked out of one’s mind, one ought to do it in style. Don’t worry, I won’t deprive you of Silent Hill’s best slumming experiences.”

“I will gladly see you then,” he said, a smile spread across his face as he leaned back in the custom made leather chair. 

“Trust me, I’m not the tourist kinda guy, I prefer to stick to one place, chat, have some drinks and some coke, and just enjoy myself.”

[murkoffceo]

"Mr. Blaire? I was asked to receive you."

“Ah, thank you. But please, call me Jeremy; last name is for work, and as far as I’m concerned, I’m on vacation,” he chuckled a bit, running a hand through his black hair.