Graveyard TigreanI need to kill you
That's the only way to get you out of my head
I really want to kill you
Wipe you off the face of my earth
And bury your bracelet
Six feet under the dirt
That's the only way to get you out of my head
I really want to kill you
Wipe you off the face of my earth
And bury your bracelet
Six feet under the dirt
Manera is hiding in the basement of a mansion, waiting for his chance to start the hunt. The prey smells so good, so fresh and tasty, so young and innocent. He can almost taste him only by smelling him, the flesh so soft and juicy. He wonders what his organs will look like. Most probably as pretty as the packaging, he's very sure. It is almost a shame this unnatural pretty young thing has to become his food soon, almost. Manera's thoughts run in circles around the most important question of all times. What will he eat first? The best parts, or shall he leave these for later, to end his feast? Deciding what to eat first or last is always the hardest thing.
His stomach grumbles, he is hungry. So damn hungry. He doesn't care anymore about his question, he will eat whatever he will get his hands on first. He just wants food. His prey is just a few stairs away from him, unaware of the preadator in his basement. The clock upstairs strikes 10 pm, and the hunter listens to it for a moment before he finally gets up from his temporary sleeping spot. He reaches for a buzzsaw he found in the basement among some other tools. It is a good weapon. Slowly Manera walks up the stairs, the clock stopped striking, perverted arousal forms his mouth to a faint smile.
The door connecting the mansion with the basement is pushed open with a loud noise, the prey is aware of him - finally the hunt begins...
He stops when he sees a shadow crouching in front of a body on the ground. The shadow grows, slowly it forms into a human being and turns around. First he sees only the creature that haunted his dreams for weeks already... but then, all of a sudden, Manera's father smiles down at him. Manera sees the blood all over his fathers' face and exposed chest, one hand raised in a warning gesture.
Almost screaming his lungs out, Frank Manera wakes up from his nightmare. His sweat drenched clothes sticking to his skin. He is so hungry. He can't remember the last time he ate, but he is not interested in whatever they offer him. He wants meat. Fresh, juicy, bloody meat. Since he was committed into the Mount Massive Asylum, with every new day he felt this unnatural hunger growing stronger and stronger inside him, like a disease that ate its way through his mind until nothing more than this craving for flesh remained in it. "So hungry, so hungry.", he mumbles over and over again, sitting on his dirt stained bed in his small cell. Manera notices that they take Eddie again, but he doesn't turn his head to him. He couldn't stand looking at this man without feeling the need to take a huge bite off his flesh, he doesn't want to hurt the only friend he ever had, doesn't even want to think about it... One day he will take revenge for that poor man, for what they've done to him.
Months later he breaks his cage. Finally he eats without being force fed... and if the doctors would be still alive, they'd be proud of their work...
Quad headshot by
SatelliteRaveStory and Profile by me
Based on Frank Manera
from Outlast: Whistleblower
Picture and Quote (c)
Outlast: Whistleblower
Screencaps of Manera
byStrength
Lyrics (c) Melanie Martinez
Based on Frank Manera
from Outlast: Whistleblower
Picture and Quote (c)
Outlast: Whistleblower
Screencaps of Manera
by
StrengthLyrics (c) Melanie Martinez
