I wandered for hours
Having finally escaped
I pondered what might be next for me?
This place gave me scars of all kinds
I bore the obvious physical scars
Deeper though were the ones I bore in my mind
Deepest were the ones in my soul
I’d done some sick things to get out of that place
That woman reminding me of the worst of my memories
The Clocktower had reset every hour and things shifted
Still, everything was quiet…too quiet I thought to myself
There was no haunting voices
No psycho trying to murder me
It was just endless wandering
I had too much time to reflect
What had I become in this place?
The Clocktower shifted and this time
There was a bridge that led to a platform
So I continued along my path
The moment I crossed the bridge
Like glass, it shattered behind me
The platform was circular
Below me lit up white flames inside a case
It was a clock I stood on
It read 12
It is time we learn your true motivations
The voice was dark but there was no one there
Perhaps it was The Clocktower itself
If so though…why was it not taunting me as before?
Are you proud of your actions thus far?
No, I said looking away
I did what I felt necessary…
The dial below my feet seemed to be keeping track of time
Perhaps until the next reset?
It read 12:05
The platform raised
Would you say you are a good soul?
I’m not sure I can judge such a thing
I’d like to think so…but then again
Do men of war see themselves as villains?
I believe they see themselves as hero’s
Even if they are evil at heart
The platform raised again before coming to a stop
The Kid you sent to eternal torment
Do you believe you did the right thing?
I’m not even sure how to answer that.
I obviously didn’t think it right
Then again, it was about survival right?
He seemed very eager to off me
Probably thinking about his own motivations
Not unlike myself…
I didn’t want it to end like that…
I meant well but you know how that goes…
The road to Hell is paved with good intentions…
I thought maybe there would be a way to move forward
Perhaps a way to release their souls in the end
I’d like to do so, should I survive this
Then again…I’m starting to think that won’t be something I can do…
The platform began its ascent again…this time it didn’t stop
If there was a way to escape…would you give up the other souls to do so?
I’d love to say I’d take their place…
But I’ve done some things as of late that make me question myself
Am I the soul I thought I was…or am I just another monster in this place?
There is definitely darkness inside of me
As with the Kid…it usually comes out when it becomes about survival
So, I have every intention of saying yes…I’d take there place
That is what I’d do
However, I won’t truly know unless I get to that point…
Do you enjoy inflicting suffering on others?
Not really…but I’m aware some part of me likes it
Some part of me enjoys inflicting suffering upon
Those who do the same to others
Still that is enjoyment in another’s suffering so if we are going
Straight yes or no…then yes
That’s hard to say, but I’m learning not to lie to myself anymore
I would hope my motivations would be considered…
If you had a chance at true vengeance with your Uncle
Freedom from this place…could you forgive him in order to ensure
I felt a flood of memories…
My blood boiled at the thought
I grit my teeth without even realizing it
WHAT HE DID IS UNFORGIVABLE!
I’LL NEVER FORGIVE HIM!
What if another’s freedom were on the line instead…
Say Sara’s or The Kid’s?
I felt myself gasp in shock
The question threw me off…
I’d like to say I would…but…no promises
Very well…continue your ascent
The platform raised and the voice faded
I was left with only my thoughts as the platform stopped
What had I become?
Was I truly a monster?
I continued across another bridge
A huge door stood before me
It had screaming faces etched into it
Above it read:
Seek help from beyond
I wasn’t sure what that meant but seeing as there was no way in
I turned and went up a staircase to the right of it
-The Clocktower: Reflection-