Disclaimer: I own non of the characters or places relating to Outlast or Outlast: Whistleblower. Only Taylor and Jace are mine so don't pinch them.
Notice -Finished both Outlast and Whistleblower dlc, I thought I'd express my love for the game and how well Red Barrels made people shat themselves while playing this psychological horror game. In this story we follow the story of a psychiatrist by the Name of Taylor Winterbourne, she landed herself a job at the Murkoff Asylum three years prior to the Whistleblower and Outlast timeline. Truly she is the only one willing to help the patients get better, but the Murkoff corp are having none of it. By joining Taylor and her bodyguard (and briefly Waylon) you are embarking on a journey to explore Mount Massive Asylum and get to know some of the characters a bit better, you might enjoy it you might not but no matter what, thanks for reading.
Dark and quiet. All round creepy, a massive asylum stood looming in the distance surrounded by a forrest. One road lead up to this mountain asylum, it was a one being currently traversed by a four by four. The man driving was a one Waylon Park, a software engineer who was nearing the end of his two week contract. He was unable to tell anyone anything that happened there. The drive was ominous and when he drove into the parking lot, for what he knew was his second last day, he smiled at the fact he wouldn't have to see this place ever again after tomorrow. The asylum was massive and to his knowledge it was shut down in the 70's but it was reopened in 2009.
When he walked into the main building he thought the place could use a lick of paint, but then again this place wasn't going to be open for long. Park had unearthed some very unusual happenings in the asylum, as it was run by the Murkoff Corporation he wasn't the only one who wasn't allowed to contact his family. He paced further into the lobby and towards the elevator, and after being checked over by the security guards he took the elevator down to the main lab. He wasn't allowed access to it of course, he only had level three access, he slowly walked to the server room and opened his laptop. Going onto his email, he had caught the attention of a reporter called Miles Upshur, with all of these experiments happening he had to get it out, it was against human rights, these patients should be treated but helped, not strapped to a chair to watch morphogenic art, it just drives them more insane, Waylon thought.
"Mr. Park?" A knock came at the server room door, he instinctively closed the laptop and made sure it was switched off just so no one decided to go snooping. Waylon popped his head round a server and looked at the security guard who nocked. "Mr. Blaire requests your presence in his office" the guard gestured to Jeremy's office up the hall.
Waylon nodded, he got up from his chair and closed the wire door protecting the servers before proceeding to close the server room door. The surroundings of the underground lab were like that of an ice berg, all white with occasional lights and a cool temperature circulating around. Waylon continued down the hall and saw various guards moving backwards and forwards, it was unusually busy today he thought. Waylon took the elevator up to Blaire's office on the ground floor, when he reached Mr. Blaire's office on the ground floor he walked in and seen his secretary holding a phone to her ear.
"No, I'm sorry but he can't see you now, he's busy..." The secretary held the phone away from her ear a bit, the person she talked to, or rather the person who was shouting down the phone sounded pissed. The secretary gestured to Mr. Blaire's office, she put the phone down "Mr. Blaire will see you now" she said softly.
Waylon walked into his boss' office, the older man sat back in his chair holding a file, he immediately placed it in the draw of his desk and looked at Waylon. "Ah, Mr. Park" Blaire extended his hand and Waylon took it and shook lightly before sitting down in a chair opposite Blaire, "It is a pleasure to finally meet you..." He smiled "anyways, I believe this is your second last day with us here. Tomorrow you will be in the main lab, helping us with the more serious computer glitches we've been having lately" Blaire continued as he brushed his black hair back with is hand.
Then a loud bang came from the secretaries office next door, Waylon turned his head in confusion, shouting came from the secretary "I'm sorry but Mr. Blaire is busy at the moment, you'll have to come back later!" The secretary commanded.
Then another woman shouted back "I don't give a shit if he's got the goddamn president in there I'm talking to him now!" The door knob twisted and a blonde woman walked in. She was in a heavily used unbuttoned lab coat, jeggins and a black tank top. She was also holding files, she didn't seem to have the right build to be a scientist of any sort. Waylon thought, look at her, yeah she's a bit small but hell you don't see women scientists of that stature.
"Blaire!" She shouted slamming her files on his desk, Blaire looked calm "What's that shit you've gave me, hum?" She pointed to the files on his desk. Her blonde hair flailed in anger as she stood impatiently.
"Can't you see I'm in the middle of something Winterbourne? This can wait, seriously" Blaire gestured at Waylon
"Oh, well I'm sorry I interrupted you're little conversation. But can you tell me why the fuck you've got Gluskin down for tommorow?!" Winterbourne hollered
"Lets not talk about this now Winterbourne, I have another matter which is more important" Blaire raised his voice angrily.
"What? This guy not have clearance to listen to a few words?" Winterbourne continued, she picked up a few files and splayed them out across the desk "I don't care if he's no one. What I care about is my patients. You could have chosen from loads and yet you always pick on him" she added as she held a piece of paper in her hands, "A few more years in here Blaire and you're gonna be the one on the other side of the glass" she sneered
"Gluskin was an obvious choice among... The others we could have chosen" Blaire replied. Waylon didn't know what to do, sit here and continue to go deeper into this newly opened can of worms or get up and walk out.
"You could've had, Walker, one of the twins, Manera or any other high class patient. Why pick on him most of the time" Winterbourne sighed
"You feel sorry for him? And I thought Trager was the sick fuck. Gluskin reacts the best beside you know who. So it's an obvious choice" Blaire got up from his chair and walked over to Winterbourne "everyones been scared by this place, you're not the only one" Blaire said softly.
Waylon took a quick glance at the documents, there we a few picture and most of the guys looked mental, it had a few lists of victims of the person and psych profiles. Winterbourne came back over and picked up here files, she took a quick glance at Waylon then back at Blaire, she sighed and shook her head.
"I'll be in the male ward if you need me Blaire" she sighed and walked out, she apologised to the secretary and shut the door, then it was just Blaire and Waylon.
"I apologise for that Mr. Park, that is all." Blaire gestured to the door, but before Waylon could get up Blaire talked again "oh, Mr. Park, would you mind dropping this off at Miss Winterbourne's office please" Blaire walked over to Waylon and placed a file in his hand, it had on it 'morphogenic engine', whatever the hell that meant he didn't know. He nodded in response.
Walking out of the room he looked at the secretary who was visibly shaken by Winterbourne raising her voice, and was glad to get out. Guess this can of worms was deeper than he thought.
He'd never been to the containment part of the asylum before, it was going to be quite the adventure. He went to the elevator and was stopped by a guard in black SWAT armour. "Waylon Park, right?" He said, Waylon nodded "I'm Jace. I'm Winterbourne's guard. She was supposed to be here but I think she's went up to see Gluskin" Jace breathed through his mask.
"Uh-hu" Waylon agreed, the elevator opened and they stepped in, Jace looked at the file Waylon held.
"You're just a tech right? I mean, you've probably never set foot in the wards... Winterbourne practically lives in her office, she just pisses people off because she helps the patients a lot more than the other doctors do" Jace added
"Yeah? So who's this 'Gluskin' guy?" Waylon said as he began flitting through the document folder
"You'll see, man. I don't even wanna tell you what he's done in his life... Bro you shouldn't be looking at that, way above your pay grade" Jace shuddered. Waylon shrugged, there's nothing they can really do to him on his second last day. The elevator stopped and they got out, the ward was really run down, the paint was pealing off the walls, floorboards were ripped up, gurneys placed agains the walls. Oh and the stench, something had definitely died a million times over, no wonder Jace had a gas mask, Waylon placed his hand over his nose to try and stop the smell, but it was futile and he didn't bother.
"This way" Jace gestured round the corner, they walked along a corridor and there were just cells "this is were we keep the more docile patients" he continued to walk and stopped at a cell and opened it "go right on in, thats Winterbourne's office" Jace gestured. Waylon entered slowly and seen a number of things, Jace came in a few moments after "hard to believe she was in the British army" he said looking at the commendations hung up on the wall. Waylon placed the file on Winterbourne's desk and looked around her office, various newspaper clippings hung in frames on the wall, somethings about 'being under siege' and saving a ton of people. Waylon was quite impressed by the height she'd fell and landed herself a job here as compared to being a sergeant in the military. Her office was clean and he suspected through the other door lead to her living quarters, a small room he thought and right next to the lunatics.
"Impressive" Waylon vocalised as he once again eyed the many commendations on the wall, he looked at her desk and seen lots of other similar files, some had the CIA symbol on them, and that meant it would all be linked to the classified MKUltra, otherwise known as the CIA's mind control programme. Crazy.
"You ignore those files now Mr Park, I don't want to get fired for letting you have a peek" Jace said, he walked out of Winterbourne's office and Waylon followed. The security gates they went through were heavily outdated as compared to the ones they had down in the lab. They creaked open and closed, it was eerie and the lights were completely dimmed along this corridor. "You see these rooms, they're just consultation rooms or when the docs need to have a one on one with a patient... some patients need a look over, we sedate them and bring them over, and do whatever we need" Jace slowly spun round with his arms extended, it was laughable because seeing a big guy in black SWAT gear do a move from the sound of music was just a bit weird.
Waylon looked into the rooms "two way glass?" He said, Jace turned to face him and nodded.
"C'mon, she's usually up here on the end. Don't say anything though, Gluskin Isn't used to many people" Jace warned and stood looking into the lit room. Waylon peered in and seen Winterbourne checking up on that Gluskin guy, his t-shirt was off and she was using her stethoscope, she stepped away towards the window and spoke to Gluskin, you could see she was the type of woman who talks with her hands.
Jace pressed the intercom "Hey doc, got someone here to see you" he spoke, the speakers on the inside of the room must've buzzed and made Gluskin jump off the table in fright. Winterbourne turned around to Gluskin and put her hands out to calm him down. She stepped towards the intercom and pressed the button, having her back completely turned to Gluskin.
"Jace, what have I told you about using the intercom when I'm in session?" She spoke, Gluskin cocked his head and came behind Winterbourne, he placed his hands around her waist and nuzzled his face into her neck, shocked she turned around to face her patient leaving the intercom on. "Eddie, no. Not happening. Seriously" she pointed a finger at him.
"But, darling..." Gluskin pleaded as he stepped back scolded
"Jace open the door please" she requested, still keeping her eyes on Gluskin, the door clicked open and Jace stood back "Eddie, can we go back now?" She asked politely gesturing towards the door.
"Of course, anything for my darling" Gluskin smiled, he waltzed out the door humming, when she came out the room she seen Waylon.
"You?" She said confusingly "Drop off my file did you? I left it on Blaire's desk, didn't I" she smiled, but she was interrupted by Gluskin shouting.
"Leaver her alone you slut!" He shouted in Waylon's general direction
Winterbourne pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed "don't suppose you want to see the rest of the crew?", she walked towards Gluskin "stay behind him Jace will you?"
"Yes ma'am" Jace replied
"You too, you whore!" Gluskin hollered at Jace
"Enough Eddie. They're just friends" Winterbourne said calmly as she opened the security gate and continued through the gate, the halls were a little lighter but there were no windows, the walls looked no better and there was no change to the stench either. There were screams, shouts and all sorts of noises travelling from the main cells, Winterbourne traversed the corners slowly and calmly and this showed Waylon that she knew the place quite well. They went back to Gluskin's cell when Waylon went back there the mass of cell doors became more real, there were lots of nutters, this was just one corridor, hate to imagine what the rest of the place is like Waylon thought.
"An, home is where the heart is, isn't it dear?" Gluskin said happily as he walked in between Jace and Winterbourne.
"Indeed it is Eddie" Winterbourne replied reluctantly, then came Gluskin's cell, padded like the others, single bed and toilet. Most luxurious a asylum will get. Winterbourne opened the cell door, Gluskin dropped his head like that of a scorned child "In you get Eddie" she gestured into the cell, he pondered in and sat on his bed "and don't forget about what I said Eddie, struggle and it'll hurt, relax and it'll all be fine" Winterbourne reassured the patient.
"A lot like something else" Gluskin chuckled to Winterbourne "you will be there tomorrow, wont you my love?" He smiled at her, his voice sent a chill down Waylon's spine, I don't think I could put up with a mentally ill patient hitting on me he thought.
"Course I will, I'm always there aren't I?" Winterbourne replied, she slowly closed the door and shut it properly, before walking back towards the consultation corridors gate, then from there they went through another gate which looked like it would take them deeper into the asylum. She stopped and leant against the wall.
"That's like the seventh time he's tried it on with you Winterbourne" Jace spoke, she looked at him and smiled
"More than that mate. And remember it's Taylor, when I'm not in front of the XO's" she added "You must be Waylon. Can I call you that? or do you prefer Mr. Park?" She asked nicely
"Waylon, please." He said matching her tone
"Right. On with the tour" she laughed sarcastically "we'll be entering the medium wing, this is where we keep our prisoners who have a medium psyche. These guys have murdered, raped, committed arson, et cetera" she gestured to a billboard outside the wing with names of patients and current status.
"Yeah but none of them are interesting, I don't even understand why Gluskin isn't in with the maxers?" Jace said as he pointed to his head and circled his finger and whistled
"He's not that bad Jace. You know it." Taylor fiddled with the keys to the next gate
"Well fine for you. But not fine to men in general. He scares the shit out of me" Jace spoke, Waylon saw him physically shudder. "Waylon wants to know what he did to get in here" he continued
"No I didn't, but he seems to have quite an interesting personality" Waylon joined the conversation.
"Well he's got a knack for cutting up men to look like women, he's a misogynist you see" Taylor said as she found the key "It doesn't make sense, mentally. His victims were numerous, he's been trying to find a perfect bride" She opened the door
"He hates women but he likes you, that makes no sense" Jace added
"I know, might just be cause I'm a tomboy. Y'know" Taylor smiled as they walked to the max wing.
"Or... it could just be the fact you're too good lookin' to pass up" Jace replied, Taylor shot him a glance "what!?" She shook her head obviously embarrassed "so a mental patient is allowed to hit on you and I'm not?" Jace stopped and Taylor continued walking round a corner "what'd I say?" He stood while Waylon caught up.
"If at first you don't succeed..." Waylon said trying to cheer Jace up
"Then don't try again" Jace said quietly "aww I was only kidding Taylor!" He walked after her quickly and was closely followed by Waylon. They got to the next gate and seen Taylor swinging the keys around her finger on the other side of the gate. She smirked. "Aw shit"
"Don't hit on your commanding officer, Jace. This is a get back. The only way you get to max is through the atrium. Good luck with that" Taylor saluted and walked off to maximum.
Waylon looked at Jace, "well you know your way around this place" he stated
"Okay then, stairwell, down this way" Jace walked down and around alongside Waylon "this area is open to the prisoners, I don't think they'll like us around them. As long as their playing a game I don't thing they'll mind" Waylon nodded in response.
On the way to the atrium they seen many prisoners out their cells and they managed to walk past most of them, the atrium itself was another challenge, Jace opened the door and pointed to another on the far side of the atrium "there's the door to the max wing, it'll be open and Taylor will be waiting for us at the top of the staircase... Or at least she better be" he said quietly.
"C'mon then" Waylon took point and took over from Jace, when they entered the atrium all eyes were on them, whispers began and a patient with the basketball bounced it to a beat, slowly getting faster and faster. Waylon and Jace got to about the middle of the atrium when, prisoners came off the walls and off benches to see who they were.
"It's the sergeants friends" one whispered
"Keep away from them" another answered
"Friends of Walker's girl" another joined in, the prisoners drifted away from the men when they neared the max door, then the game continued, just like nothing had happened.
"I swear to God she is going to pay for this" Jace breathed heavily, probably the aftershock of being in the same room with about fifty vagrants.
"She said she was getting you back. Technically you're even" Waylon replied as they climbed up the stairs. The surroundings in this area of the prison were worse, everything was more run down than in the medium wing, the doors look rusted to hell. Waylon shook on the gates hoping to make enough noise so Taylor could hear.
"She should be here" Jace said putting his face up to the bars
"But she's not" a old looking man in a surgical outfit seemingly appeared out of nowhere making both the men jump "You're talking about Winterbourne arn't you Jace?" The man spoke
"Yeah, I am, Trager, where is she?" Jace banged on the rusting metal gate
"Oh, look, the Lone Wolf herself" Trager pointed down the corridor out of view of the two men "Winterbourne to what do I owe the pleasure?" He did a mock bow
"I'm helping these guys grow some balls before I show them round your guys" she smiled unlocking the doors, and smiling at the men before locking it. Taking a closer look at Trager he had a surgeons mask around his neck and magnifying glasses on his forehead, his grey hair was very thin and he seemed as jittery as the patients he had seen in the atrium.
"Anyways my fellow doctor, when you leave I suggest you see Walker, he's been some what...er... Possessive of you" Trager shook his head and left in the opposite direction, Waylon shrugged as Taylor glanced at him.
"Tell me honestly why did you do that to us?" Jace asked, physically prodding a finger in her face "That's not like you, at all"
"Tell you the truth Jace, those docile patients have got a bit batty lately, more than usual. I think it's got something to do with Billy, came to the conclusion they'd attack you if I was right" Taylor spoke
"So you risked our lives?" Jace said sadly
"Nothing as bad as that, you've seen the auto defences that Trager set up in the atrium haven't you?, it would've killed them if they tried to attack you" Taylor's tone hardened
"Okay then, if it's alright to ask, I want to get out of here thank you very much" Waylon said
"Fine then. Jace, get it, I fucked up kay. You know all this shit happens for a reason, I need some time by myself in this place. Just me." Taylor spurted out her sentence sporadically, practically breaking down, but she must've realised and retained herself.
"If this is about Kurt, y'know you can talk to me 'bout it" Jace smiled, realising he'd upset her to some degree
"Nope. Some things are best left buried" Taylor said sadly as they continued into the max wing "Is Walker still in the same cell? 'Cause they have been moving him around a lot lately" she added, Taylor seemed to take these corners a lot more slowly, maybe because it was the max wing or something else that scared her.
"I think they put him next to the twins. Whats with Trager?" Jace questioned as he checked his weapon
"Remember he's as crazy as the guys we've got in the wards, but he's important to the programme, I don't think Murkoff will want to get rid of their senior executive" Taylor continued walking and checking the corners
"Even if he walks around calling himself a 'experimenting surgeon'..." Jace speech marks with his fingers "... What you being so cautious around corners for Taylor? It's not like you" Jace said confusingly.
"Well I don't know if you heard, but a couple of days ago Trager let the Twins out for a walk. Unsupervised." Taylor replied
"You're kidding me?" Jace said shockingly as he stopped, Taylor turned to face him "I am not going any further" he stood his ground
"Okay then, Waylon, c'mon" Taylor gestured to the blonde man, Waylon complied and walked along side her, Taylor looked back at Jace, and she pointed behind him. Jace turned around to face Trager who was inches behind him.
"MOTHER FUCKER!" Jace yelled in fright as he nearly stumbled over, he dropped his weapon on the ground and braced his hands on this legs unable to get his breath.
"Didn't scare you that much did I buddy?" Trager laughed jabbing his scalpel at him jokily, Jace was scared out of his skin, he hastily picked up his rifle and backed away from Trager. "Thought I might join you guys, after all I'm gonna put these boys back in their cells" Trager smiled a wicked smile and indicated to the two rather tall men behind him, "out for a little stroll y'know" Trager continued
"Holy shit" Jace spoke as he raised his rifle to one of the men behind Trager. Waylon looked at the men standing behind Trager
"Whoa whoa whoa. All mates here Jace, there not attacking anyone" Taylor walked in front of Jace's rife, he almost swore he caught a glimpse of Trager licking his lips hungrily at her. "Anyway, we better be going, Waylon probably wasn't even supposed to see this part of the facility" Taylor grabbed the end of Jace's rifle and pushed it down, then pointed to the gate and handed him the keys. "Open the gate and wait at Walker's cell for me, I'm gonna have a chat to Trager" she smiled
"Fine. But be careful." Jace nodded and took the keys, Waylon followed and looked back, he didn't like the looks of that Trager guy or his compatriots.
"Trager why do you have them out of their cells?" Taylor asked angrily while she heard the metal gate shut behind her.
"They need some fresh air Taylor. Y'know? Can't keep 'em locked up here for eternity" Trager turned around and looked at the brothers "even you like to help your patients" he smiled
"I'm not convinced" Taylor folded her arms and leaned agains a nearby filthy wall.
"Everyones a little crazy, but some more than others. Look at you, you're the only female staff member who works here besides Jeremy's secretary" Trager began to walk towards the gate and the two men followed him as Taylor paced beside him. "They need something to do, getting outside and looking at reality, kinda different. And to think none of these patients will see another woman again..." Trager sighed as he got out his own set of keys to pass through the gate Waylon and Jace just went through "...its heart breaking" Trager held his hand where his heart should be.
"Yeah i'm special get over it" Taylor walked through the gate which Trager held gentlemanly, for a guy in his late 40's he looks after himself even if does have that daft low grey ponytail.
"Yep, the energy that the morphogenic engine produces doesn't seem to effect you. You're in the right place for your uniqueness" Trager guided Taylor to the cells of which the twins belong to and opened one of the cells.
"Jace, hoy me keys over please will you" Taylor raised her voice and Jace popped round the corner and complied, the keys flew through the air and she caught them, Taylor shook her hand, the impact of the keys stung, she opened the adjacent cell.
"Go on then boys" Trager said to the twins, they reluctantly walked in, and stood. Stared. "Aww. Another couple admirers to your books Miss Winterbourne" Trager smirked
"More than likely..." the small twin spoke in a calm and light tone staring at Taylor through the bars, win a sadistic smile.
"Look at her..." The taller twin matched his brothers tone and gestured at Taylor
"Smooth...soft..." The small twin said whilst still grinning
"Fragile and formidable" the taller one said gradually "I want to be inside her brother... to feel her warm moistness..." he said, by this time Taylor had backed away a little, even through the bars she felt the groping, wanting, hands of the two men, she shuddered at the thought, it reminded her too much of what Kurt did to her. She backed off a bit and looked at Trager, he shrugged.
"I want her too... To hear her pathetic cries and groans" the smaller one said "take turns?..." He turned to look at his brother
"No... I believe we can share" the taller brother smirked at Taylor as he backed off further
"Mmmm... Enjoyable and eccentric" the smaller brother smiled. Taylor shuddered and walked towards the corner of the corridor still feeling the eyes of the twins on her body, she took the corner quick.
"Nice to know you'll say bye Taylor!" Trager shouted down the corridor, Taylor seen Waylon and Jace and forced a smile.
"What's up Doc? You look like you're gonna puke" Jace slung his weapon round to his back and put a hand on Taylor's shoulder.
"It's just the depth the twins were going into when taking about me" Taylor forced a smile again but dry retched, it wasn't the sight of the dry blood on the walls, it wasn't the sick experiments they were doing on the patients, but it was the fact that two psychopaths wanted to rape her. She caught her breath and tried to stop shaking, when she did she spoke "I'm okay, I'm okay" she shook her head fast like a dog discharging water off its fur.
"Tell me about Kurt Taylor, tell me what he did to you" Jace held her against a wall as she slid down it futilely, he settled her down lightly and knelt down opposite her as Waylon stood over them.
"I was in a patient room. Examining. He nocked me out..." Taylor trailed off "He... He..." she tutted at her own uselessness.
"Hey" Jace grasped his mask and took it off and placed it on the floor "look at me..." She slowly looked up at him "you've been through shit in this place, so have I... It ain't any worse than what happened to you... In fact its nothin' compared to it..." Jace brushed his brown hair back and looked at Taylor. His face was covered in scars like he'd been mauled by a tiger, stitches could still be seen embedded in his face. "Talk... Taylor... Go on..." Jace smiled Waylon could see Taylor was visibly upset not just her glassy bright blue eyes but she was shaking.
"You get the idea... I... I was out... Kurt and a prisoner...good job he was sacked... The bastard" Taylor spoke quietly, Jace stood up and helped Taylor get back to her feet.
"You're better than him Taylor. Ain't she Waylon?" Jace smiled
"Yeah... Definitely" he said hesitantly, understanding absolutely nothing about what just happened "so are we still seeing Walker?" He asked
"Yeah, best to get it over with" Taylor spoke slowly as she stood up slowly, she seemed to quickly recover when she talked again "your scars suit you Jace, you should leave your mask off more often. I know it's not the nicest thing to be proud of, but you survived" she smiled as they approached Walker's cell.
"I don't know why you haven't left this place, I mean why stay here and not go for another job?" Jace asked. He soon answered his question by remembering what Taylor previously said about Trager, even though she's no senior XO Trager was right that the morphogenic engines energy hasn't affected her. "Ah yeah, you're special, and you enjoy your job" he answered as he cradled his rifle
"How you feeling, Taylor?" Waylon asked
"Better now. At least I have connections with my patients, and now a much better personal security guard" Taylor said in a happier tone "guess I do have someone to tell my war stories to other than Chris" she smiled as they cleared the last corner to see a single security door, it was a three stage door, there was a combination lock and handprint scanner as well as a key lock in which two members of staff will have to turn keys at the opposite side of the door simultaneously.
"This stuff looks high tech" Waylon said as he eyed the key pad "this guy must be pretty mental" he continued
"Meh. He's not all that bad... Minus the size, the non existing lips, nose and parts of his forehead then he'll be as normal as any of us" Taylor spoke nicely as keyed in the code she then placed her hand on the biometric scanner.
"The only way they'd get past this is if they rip an executives hand off" Jace joked as he got his set of keys out "hey, why do I only have a set of keys for the elevator and this security gate?" He said confusingly
"Probably because you'll loose them. You realise you have gave me the other keys you think you'd lose" Taylor replied as they turned the key at the same time. The door edged open with a creak and it was a large room and you could see the was the light caught the metal bars that held Chris Walker and kept him from his freedom.
The room was larger than Waylon had expected, the smell was a little better than the outside. There were few lockers next to the wall, then there was just a wall of bars stretching at least 22 feet. Jace reached for the light switch.
"No. Jace, remember where in his house now, we do what he wants" Taylor whispered loudly
"I still don't think the bars'll hold him. Seriously" Jace replied in a threatened tone
"Thats was when Blaire was pissing him off though" she replied "Blaire was mentioning more experiments... I don't think Chris needs any more done to him"
"Sergeant" a low voice grumbled in the darkness "nice of you to drop by" he said
"How are you feeling Chris?" Taylor said softly as she approached the cell bars
"Much better now I've seen you" Chris Walker emerged from his darkened corner and stood opposite Taylor and he held one of the bars leaning against it, his pale blue eye danced wildly all over Taylor's body. He then shifted and grabbed the bars with both hands "come a little closer" he smiled
"I'm fine here Chris" Taylor spoke as she shifted her weight to her left leg and placed her left hand on her hip almost promiscuously "Trager tells me you've been possessive of me" She approached the bars slowly, if Walker wanted to he could easily grab her and kill her.
"Taylor..." Jace said slowly and quietly warning her to step back, she ignored him and looked up to Chris, she's quite a small woman for her age, 5'01 at 29 and well Chris was a 36 year old 6'8 killing machine. Jace didn't know how she could stand anywhere near the creep.
"course I have, we've been in the ass end of the world getting shot at. We have plenty in common" Walker growled softly as he reached out of his cell and held Taylor's arm, he pulled her slightly closer
"Off. Walker" Jace raised his voice and weapon scared for Taylor's safety, Waylon slumped down the wall and looked like he was catching up on some sleep.
"If I wanted to do worse I could" Walker said as he pulled Taylor so she was completely pushed up against the bars. "You're scent is beautiful" he ran his hands through her long blonde hair and down her back he had quite soft touch for a guy of his size. But then he withdrew.
"Want to talk about anything Chris?" Taylor asked pushing herself away from the cell bars acting completely normal, as she got out her note pad and studied Walker's behaviour, he paced backwards and forwards muttering incoherently, his attitude completely flipped.
"Bad, bad, place... The Walrider is coming..." He muttered. Then he stopped and rushed to the bars making Taylor swiftly jolt back "he must be stopped at any cost" Walker continued, his pale blue eyes glinted angrily.
"Be careful Chris, you don't want to hurt yourself anymore" Taylor said softly finishing off a sentence in her not pad and placing it back in her lab coat.
"I will try sergeant" Chris spoke in an almost human voice "i'll try" he added
"I think it's time for us to go Taylor" Jace stated as he still threateningly aimed his rifle at Walker.
"Jealous are you, Scars?" Walker spoke slowly as he looked past Taylor to Jace, his eyes piercing into him
"No" Jace replied as he looked down to Waylon who seemed to be asleep
"You should be afraid of me more than you are of Manera" Walker talked as he he shifted on his feet, he moved and sat on the edge of his bed and clasped his hand together staring at Jace.
"Just cause he did this to me doesn't mean i'm not afraid of a big guy like you" Jace pointed a finger at the scars on his face furiously, they ran from his left eye to his chin and he had a few on his forehead diagonally scratching down to his right eye and a large gash on his right cheek
"Pathetic little pig" Walker laughed as he unclasped his hands and stood back up, he was rather unsettled.
"Yeah? Well at least I'm not going to be incarcerated for the rest of my life" Jace replied slyly
"Enough, you's two" Taylor said angrily "I was going to leave anyway. Got boat loads of paperwork to get through" she went for the door and nudged Waylon to get up.
"Well guess this is bye, big guy" Jace waved sarcastically and waited for Waylon to go through the door. Jace couldn't help but stare at Walker, he couldn't think how horrible it be to be experimented on and not be allowed back into the real world.
"When I get out... I'm gonna find you... Little pig" Walker spoke at Jace as he stared back, Walker could smell his fear.
"Yeah. Whatever" Jace and Taylor shut the door and caught up with waylon who was walking ahead of Taylor. "You okay bro?" He asked
"I'll manage" Waylon tried to smile as they reached the elevator, he looked back at Taylor who had her hands behind her back and pacing somewhat faster. "I think I can find my way back now"
"I'm coming man" Taylor spoke as she was a few strides away from them "can't believe he did that..." she spoke as they waited for the lift.
"Yeah he seems as bad as Gluskin" Jace said while slinging his rifle on his back and putting his mask back on "what am I saying he's worse. Hey Taylor would you rather..." Jace continued.
"Neither. Gave up fraternising once I left the military" Taylor replied as they stepped into the elevator.
"Bullshit" Jace spoke as he faced her and pressed the button to the ground floor.
"Listen. Have you seen the scientists here? There youngest is like 38, I'm fucking 29, I don't want to screw no goddamn scientists who is friggin nine years older than me... Haven't you realised that I'm a little bit messed up Jace?" Taylor's raised voice caught the attention of Waylon who was watching the pair argue.
"Whoa, hostility much" Jace replied holding his hands up on a mock surrender.
"Continue Jace, choose your next few words carefully" Taylor threatened him and pointed a finger, she held the pose for a few seconds "... Nah just kidding. You can say anything" she smiled. The elevator doors opened and when they stepped out they were faced by Blaire who had two Murkoff security officers next to him in similar attire to Jace's outfit.
"Well if I..." Jace started but the elevator door opened and Taylor walked out with Waylon
"Miss Winterbourne, I was unaware I gave you and your squad mate permission to take Mr. Park here on guided tour" Blaire smiled sarcastically
"We only escorted him to a elevator sir, we didn't want to leave him by himself" Jace stepped up next to Taylor
"Mr. Park my men will escort you to your car... And as for you two, I'm docking your pay for today. I'll have no unauthorised personnel snooping about the lower levels. Is that clear?" Blaire commanded as Waylon walked off with the two guards.
"Yes sir" both Jace and Taylor replied
"Good. dismissed" Blaire said as he walked off
"Great, now how am I gonna pay my rent" Jace sighed
"Get a place here, it's much more better than it looks" Taylor said as she tried to cheer Jace up
"I'm fine thanks. And I've got M.E. guard duty in three hours, this shit just keeps getting better and better" Jace continued sadly.
The ground floor was now quiet for 18:00 only the night security guards were walking around. The darkness began to engulf the asylum, this was when people who work here got scared, the screams and shouts of those incarcerated shot through you like a bullet through a thin wall. You really had to question the security of the place, was all of this place securely locked down or would Trager just open some cells and be done with it.
"C'mon Jace" Taylor walked back to the lift
"Where we going?" Jace caught the elevator as the doors were about to close
"My place" Taylor smiled as she leaned against the elevator.
"Oh" Jace said in a surprised tone.
"Nar, not for what you were thinking." Taylor smirked "anyway what were you going to say before Blaire interrupted us... And take you goddamn mask off I can't understand a bloody thing you say half the time" she gestured to his mask, she really wanted him to ditch it, she liked a man with scars.
"You're bullshitting about fraternising right?" Jace said and Taylor shook her head "So if I kissed you now, you wouldn't kiss back?" Jace spoke seriously
"You're like what? 29? You are..." Taylor couldn't get her words out of her mouth.
"Answer the question. Well three hours is a lot of time" Jace shrugged
"Apart from it being sexual harassment..." Taylor tilted her head and her fringe fell sideways. The elevator doors opened and she laughed as she walked to her office "If you want a kiss I would give you one. All you had to do was ask" she smiled at Jace who was still stunned in the lift.
"Seriously?" Jace said confusingly as he walked towards Taylor who was holding her door open, he walked in and unslung his rifle on the table. Taylor walked passed him and sat in her chair facing her desk, she pulled a draw open and placed a few files on her desk and began flitting through them. Jace coughed.
"Yeah, I know you're there. I just need to sort this out" Taylor still fixed her eyes on a piece of paper.
"What you reading?" Jace asked politely
"Garett's consultation of Gluskin, kind of interesting..." Taylor leant her hand against her face reading the piece of paper, she placed it on the desk, got up and opened a adjacent door "c'mon in" she gestured, they walked into her somewhat living room, Jace whistled.
"Nice place" he added, he never realised that the place would be so big, it had a massive open fire which was burning. He looked around it had two large arm chairs facing the fire and tucked away in the corner there was a single bed with a desk, computer and chair right next to it.
"Make yourself at home, Jace" Taylor said nicely as she threw her tattered lab coat on her bed and paced in front of Jace "you can take our armour off y'know, I wont bite" she smiled as she folded her arms and looked at Jace.
"Two and half hours is a long time for a kiss" Jace smirked as he began unclipping his leg armour.
"I'm not going all the way with you if that't what you mean" Taylor said harshly as she shifted her weight to her left leg.
"God no. I'm not a type of guy that takes too much advantage" Jace spoke as he threw his leg armour on a nearby chair.
"Ha. Too much?" Taylor laughed as she walked behind Jace to help him with his black kevlar vest "As long as we can still be good friends. No strings attached?" She asked as she helped lift Jace's vest off him.
"Yeah. One off. I mean I can probably leave this place for another job. You're stuck here, better make the time we have now right" Jace proceeded to take the rest of his armour off when Taylor walked back around him and then gave him a light long hug.
"Guess I could live with that, kinda be annoying without you nagging me though" Taylor mumbled into his chest.
"Yeah. Whatever" Jace smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her back "good friends never let each other go" he added as he let her go and looked at her face.
"What?" Taylor said as she looked at Jace's scarred face "oh" she smiled. Taylor tip toed and tilted her head upward.
"You are tiny" Jace smiled as he pushed Taylor down so her feet were flat, Jace leant down and planted a kiss on Taylor's lips, he pulled away and looked down at her, Taylor's cheeks were beetroot with embarrassment.
"Okay then" Taylor breathed deeply as she placed her hands round behind Jace's neck and pulled her face into his. This kiss became more heated, tongues were brought into play, by the end of it one and a half hours of both kissing and talking, later both adults were still, thankfully, fully clothed. Taylor sat on Jace's lap while he was facing her sitting on the chair in front of the fire.
"Comfortable?" Jace asked as he placed his arms on Taylor's waist.
"Suppose so" Taylor said as she leaned forward and placed her forehead on Jace's, she leaned back and placed her hand on Jace's scarred face "I'm not going to pretend I don't like guys with scars" she smiled and stroked his face before getting up and going to her desk.
"I was comfortable" Jace groaned as he stretched, got up and walked to Taylor and hugged her from behind. "I know i'm pushing my luck. But I think I can manage to see you as a good friend" Jace spoke as he withdrew from her and sat down on her bed, she turned round holding another piece of paper and leaning against her desk.
"Don't tempt me" Taylor looked past the paper she was holding and once again placed it on her desk before sitting down next to Jace.
"Tempt you? I only wanted a kiss" Jace shrugged as he looked Taylor in the eye, his green eyes glinted, he checked his watch "we've got more or less an hour before i'm off" he looked back at Taylor.
"C'mere" Taylor opened her arms and Jace leaned heavily on her forcing her to lean back on her bed, she shifted a little and they were both lying facing each other on the bed. Taylor smiled and began to laugh making Jace laugh with her.
"What's so funny?" Jace giggled
"You're the first guy that's managed to get in bed with me... Well here anyway" Taylor shifted on her side and her blonde hair fell in front of her face, she brushed it behind her head. "I make it two years since I've been this...hmm... Active with someone" she smiled.
"Way more for me. No one wants a security guard who's got no decent place to live" Jace sighed "I live in a fucking block for god sake, complete shit hole" he continued as he lay on his back.
"You'll find the right lass mate. Who knows, she might be like me and care about personality rather than anything else" Taylor moved towards Jace and placed her hand on his chest and nestled comfortably in his arms.
"I suppose so Taylor" Jace said quietly "but as long as I've got you as a friend I'm fine" he smiled.
"Can you get up please, I need to check something" Taylor playfully pushed Jace off the bed and stood looking back at her computer screen.
"Well I hope she doesn't beat me up the way you do" Jace joked. He walked over to his armour and began putting it back on while Taylor sat typing at her desk.
"Na, I only go easy on you" Taylor said as she continued typing, she looked back at Jace who had the majority of his armour on "don't you at least have a side arm?" She asked as she swung around to face him
"No, rifle's all I need" Jace gestured to Taylor's office to where his weapon was.
"You need a pistol or a knife at least" Taylor lifted her boot up onto her desk and unsheathed a commando knife.
"Didn't know you had that" Jace said shockingly, Taylor put it back into her boot and walked to her office door and picked up Jace's rifle. "Do you clean this thing? It's mankey!" Taylor examined the rifle "you should know how to look after your stuff Jace" she continued handing the rifle back to her friend.
"Anything else you want to criticise?" Jace said sarcastically as he snatched the rifle off Taylor
"No" Taylor replied quietly as she sat at her desk
"Well I'm going to leave you now" Jace slung his weapon onto his back "enjoy your night" he smiled as he exited Taylor's quarters.
Taylor sighed as she stretched and looked at the paperwork about Gluskin on her desk. She began reading Garret's consultation again, she never thought of showing Gluskin a picture if his real childhood. Taylor thought that she best didn't, she didn't like the idea of hurting Eddie anymore that he already was. Gluskin was alright with Taylor, even though he was unwilling to talk about his father and uncle, he spoke often about his victims and how he was only trying to make them fitting for him. Taylor felt sorry for him, even though she had no idea what it was like to be thrown in a room and experimented on, she still felt the same alienation, being in a place you didn't really belong. It made her think of what Trager said to her earlier 'You're in the right place for your uniqueness' there were no other female staff members who worked down in the main lab mainly because the morphogenic engine produces energy that well putting it lightly... confuses the female sexual organs... So yeah... But as far as she knew she wasn't confused.
Later in the Morphogenic Engine room...
Jace stood leaning on the railings overlooking the morphogenic engine, he wondered how much it cost to build, then he overheard the laughing of Dr. Garret Snow's personal guards, two cock sure guys, who were only in it for the pay check. They wore the same armour as him the only difference was there was a white stripe around their left arm showing they were Snow's men.
"Where's your girlfriend Jacey boy" one of the guards laughed "finish with her, cause i'd sure like to have a go at her" he continued
Jace ignored the two guards and looked over to engine, Taylor had told him that the energy produced by the engine allowed the patients to get into a lucid dreaming state and see The Walrider. They had a mini one in the main lab, a crazy head scientist wanted to test it on her but she refused and said, she wouldn't want to be trapped inside one of her worse dreams. Whatever that meant.
"Aww is Jacey boy dealing with rejection?" The other guard said sarcastically.
"Find some one else to annoy" Jace snapped as he eyed the two older guards.
"Nah, kinda enjoying pestering you" one said as they both paced near him. "Wanna say anything else Jacey boy?" The guard sneered.
"First off Winterbourne's not my girlfriend and second I haven't made an advance on her" Jace said angrily as he pushed himself away from the bars and walked down the steps towards the engine.
"Is there a 'yet' at the end of that sentence Jacey boy?" The other guard said slyly
"No! And fucking stop calling me 'Jacey boy'!" Jace shouted up at the guards.
"Guess he doesn't like the nickname" the guard said to his friend. Jace walked off and began checking rooms like he was paid to do. With no scientists around it was very quiet, all you could here was the electronics buzzing. No one was allowed in the chambers without the say-so of Blaire or another executive, top secret, proper illegal stuff. Jace thought how the hell Taylor could've worked here for three years, he would've went crazy if he was in her line of work, well she is half way there, you gotta be able to understand the mental if you want to treat the mental.
"We heard you had a run in with Trager, Jace" said one of the guards leant over the railings above him "he reckons the twins have got it in for her when they get out" he continued.
"Yeah well it won't come to that" Jace spoke back up as he examined the control panel and decided to leave the two dick heads to their own devices. His footsteps hollowed out down the hallway and dwindled like the life light of the asylum, slowly flickering...
Right so, you enjoy it? Well... Anyway, read some stuff about Outlast but if some of it's wrong it's wrong, this is just my view of things. To be treated with kindness is to be brought into the light, some people exploit it and others just take it for what it is.