The path of a Proxy

Chapter Three

"I'll kill you!!!" The sideburned man nearly screamed out, tears staining his eyes as he stood to his feet. Jay's corpse sat lifelessly behind him, Tim balling his hands up into fists as he stared up at the hooded man in complete anger. The hooded man took one more glance at the other, before turning around and running out. He heard Tim's footsteps behind him, that only making his speed increase.

The hooded man ran out the door, which Tim ran through seconds later. In a blink of an eye they were both teleported to the abandoned hospital, by the faceless monster of course. However, the man didn't even stop as his surroundings changed, there was no time for that. Tim had been constantly chasing him at this point, his motives were obvious, he wanted to find out who his hooded stalker really was. However, the hooded man didn't want him to know, it would ruin everything.

  At one point Tim did know who he was. However, all of those memories had been wiped, so he no longer did.  He knew that Tim would look at him in shock and disgust if he found out, and he couldn't bare to see that without his cloth mask to shield his face, shielding the face of Brian Thomas.

  He had acted like he liked watching Tim suffer, had acted like he was nothing to him. Sure, he felt betrayed, but he never wanted to hurt his old best friend.

Tim had been infected by the faceless monster from a very young age, but never spoke of it. Brian always knew that Tim struggled with his mind, and had to seek help and medication to fix his problems, but he didn't know the source of it. His best friend just brushed it off and described his illness as 'minor' and that he was almost cured. Brian of course believed him, wanting to believe that he actually was getting better. However, he found the truth out years later...

  From when he and the others were in college, he was in Tim's company a lot. However, he started to feel different as the months went by. He would have abnormal coughing fits to the point he would cough up blood, he became more paranoid and started to see and hear things that weren't actually there, along with having sleepless nights. He feared for his mental health, but never thought of the exact source of it. Little did he know, it was Tim's 'sickness' that was spreading and he was one that caught it.

It was only years later that he found out, when he had been searching through the abandon hospital, and found Tim's old medical files. It was only then that he had felt betrayal take over him.

He had been away from Tim for a while, having to flee after Alex attempted to kill him when he found out that the sickness spread to him. He remembered some events from the night like it was yesterday, but others were all a buzz to him. That night, him and Tim got into an argument about something he just couldn't remember.

He and Tim had worked together at one point to fight against Alex and the slender creature. He thought that they had told each other all of their secrets, and that they had each others backs. But this discovery, made Brian forget about all of that. Not only did Tim leave their group and get his memory wiped of their alliance, he lied to Brian about his illness.

  Brian continued to sprint through the hall, making a sharp turn as the hallway continued on the right side. Tim was about to make that same turn, before Brian grabbed him by his red flannel and balled his right hand into a fist

I'm sorry that I have to do this to you Tim... He thought to himself before punching him right across the face.

An instant later they were transported to the abandoned university, Brian letting go of him as Tim stumbled back a few steps from the hard blow. The hooded man looked around at his surroundings, and realized that there was no other way out expect for a wide open window. He looked back at his old best friend quickly, before turning back to the window and throwing his one leg over the ledge.

It's only a one story drop, it'll be fine to climb down... Brian thought to himself as he threw his other leg over.

He tried to act calm about what he was doing, but knew he had to rush to get out. He heard Tim rushing towards him as he got himself over, pipe in hand. In panic, Brian tried to climb over faster as he saw Tim rushing towards him, the hooded man only hanging on from the ledge of the window. The sideburned man drew the pipe up, everything then went into slow motion. Brian knew his old best friend was about to swing that pipe in an attempt to kill him, but he couldn't bare Tim knowing that he killed him. Brian looked up at him one last time, seeing the angered expression on his face as he saw him swing the pipe.

  He closed his eyes tightly as he let go of the ledge, feeling himself falling from the window...

  Though he felt himself falling, it felt like everything was in slow motion, as if his life was flashing before his eyes. He opened his eyes one more time to look up at Tim standing at the window, his old best friend.

Goodbye Tim I'll miss you, I really will, I'm sorry for everything...

Brian had thought to himself, before he felt himself hit the floor, everything going all black...

  The dirt blonde man pushed a few bushes out of the way, walking through the over grown trail. He huffed as he pulled his cloth mask up, it now revealing his face. It was hard to see through, especially at night. He let his blue eyes, with a hint of hazel adjust to
the darkness surrounding him.

Ever since he was chosen as a candidate in the 'Proxy Trials', he'd become more and more paranoid. His whole memory of his past life was erased, never to be found again. However, he knew that something in the past had lead him up to this point, but he didn't know what.

Snap!

  The mans eyes widened, as he started to hear twigs snapping close to him, he wasn't the only one walking through the trail. He pulled back down his black cloth mask, it having a red frowning face painted on it. He reached over his shoulder and grabbed his riffle attacked to leather strap around his shoulder. He had stollen the riffle from a hunter that was dumb enough to hunt in these woods, but he couldn't complain, at least he had a weapon to fight against the other freaks that occupied these woods.

He heard more of the footsteps crunching the leaves beneath the persons shoes, going towards his direction. He gulped as he held his riffle, waiting for them to pop out or attack him. However, instead he saw something extremely unexpected...

The person walked into his view, mask in hand. However, the mans appearance was all to familiar to the hooded man. The shorter mans parted, dark hair, dark brown eyes, facial features and sideburns had the taller man instant feel like he knew him...

The shorter mans eyes also widen in shock, his jaw dropping slightly as he stared back in shock.

"Tim? Is that-- is that really you?..."

"I was just about to ask the same thing, Brian..."