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there is a house way down in new orleans
they call the rising sun
and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
and god I know I'm one
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  THE WORLD WAS DARK and full of terrors. Whether it be in the sky or beneath the Earth, it was inescapable. Doctor Angelica Wilson knew this all too well. In her years of practicing medicine, she had seen horrors most wouldn't be able to comprehend and had to deal with a level of grief many couldn't handle. She was a stubborn woman, refusing to back down from a challenge, even if it led to undesirable consequences. The day she oversaw her brother's operation was one of those times.

  A corporal in the army, Sean Wilson had seen his fair share of battle. It was supposed to be a routine sweep, but someone had missed a concealed gun. Sean was caught in the crossfire. He had been evacuated to the nearest hospital, the one his sister happened to be stationed at. Angelica was the best doctor they had. Sean had already lost a lot of blood, shrapnel had hit his heart and a major artery. He died on the operating table and Angelica blamed herself.

  She had thought she had seen grief before, but nothing like this. She attempted to take her own life. To those who knew her, it was a shock. Angelica Wilson was unbreakable, a rock. But the death of her brother had broken her. She was just about to ask for an honourable discharge when an old friend of hers requested her help.

  Eric King knew Angelica Wilson was smart. He needed her if he were to perfect Caelus. He had expected some push back, but Angelica dived head-first into the project. She used it as a distraction from Sean's death, allowing it to consume her mind to keep the thoughts of her brother at bay.

  When Angelica meets the team at Camp Slayer, she is a shell of her former self. The light behind her eyes has long been snuffed out. But when the mission to find the underground weapons silo goes horribly, horribly wrong, Angelica must face her fears to come out alive, or risk being swallowed by the darkness that lurks below.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO MEGAN / FIREESTAR: I do not own House of Ashes, those rights belong to Supermassive Games, this is merely a fanfiction and an interpretation of said work. I do own my original characters, plot, and dialogue.
PLAGIARISM WILL NOT BE TOLERATED!

WARNING: Mature content, including strong language, violence, death, mentions of suicide and gore.

DEDICATIONS: darthvvderr @astrxids @ewgender @-wildkats @hazzawckd 

NOTE: The chokehold this game AND Jason has on me is CRAZY. Even though I knew about it when it came out, I only recently got around to playing it, along with the other Dark Pictures games. But man, House of Ashes is just something else, it got its hooks into me. The plot I have cooked up for this is probably one of my best. But this is also gonna be pretty violent, just to give you guys a warning. As mentioned above, there will be mentions of suicide, so if you're not comfortable, I suggest skipping this fic. But to those who do continue reading, I hope you enjoy!
(opening gif by darthvvderr )