Eddie Gluskin was a very tall and muscular man dressed in just a pair of blue boxers. He appeared to be around his late 40s. His hair was jet black, slicked back, an undercutting hairstyle which is neatly combed down and he had piercing blue eyes. He smiled at Ella when she entered his cell and she sat down across from him at his cot.
"Darling! Hello."
"Good morning, Edward."
"You look absolutely stunning today, my dear Ella."
Ella smiled, cheeks turning a light pink, "Thank you, Edward."
Eddie's face lit up in a smile again and reached out to grasp her small soft hands with his large and rough ones, "Please call me Eddie, darling."
"Okay, Eddie."
Eddie seemed rather charming, but Ella knew the truth about him.
Edward "Eddie" Gluskin was a mentally unstable and murderous serial killer who was sexually abused by his father and uncle when he was younger. That abuse seemed to have a very large mental strain on the young Eddie and it caused him to become mentally unstable and during his adulthood, he began murdering countless women across the United States before he was caught and admitted into Mount Massive Asylum.
But Eddie was actually kind, much to her surprise. She had been assigned to watch over him as a "special project" about two months ago. Since then she had developed a close friendship with the insane murderer if that even makes sense and they grew somewhat close despite what a Murkoff employee had told her before.
"Don't allow yourself to get too comfortable around Mr. Gluskin. He's a heartless killer and he'll probably use his charming nature to get close to you, then you could end up like his other "darlings"
They stared into each other's eyes and held hands for a while making idle conversation, before two Murkoff security guards came in, both holding electric batons which crackled with electricity. Eddie's smile faded into a terrified look as he realized what was happening, "No! No! No! You won't take me! You can't make me go into that machine!"
The head security guard grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him up from his cot and dragged him away. As he was being dragged away, he looked frantically at Ella, "Ella! Ella, darling please, don't let them take me!"
Ella just stared sadly as he was taken, "I'm sorry, Eddie. I can't."
Eddie's face went from scared to rage as he screamed at her, "YOU ARE JUST LIKE THE REST OF THEM! YOU'RE A WHORE! AN UNGRATEFUL SLUT! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU, YOU HEAR ME!"
Then they rounded the corner and Eddie was gone.
X X X Meanwhile. . . X X X
Waylon headed straight into the underground lab servers rooms as soon as he got off the elevator and went into the back of it, behind several large machines with various buttons and switches. He sat down at a desk and opened up his laptop, accessing his email and began to type an email.
"You don't know me. Have to make this quick. They might be monitoring.
I did 2 weeks of software consult at Murkoff Psychiatric Systems' facilities in Mount Massive. All sorts of NDA's I am very much breaking right now but seriously, fuck those guys.
Terrible things happening there. Don't understand it. Don't believe half the things I saw. Doctors talking about dream therapy going too deep, finding something that had been waiting for them in the mountain. People are being hurt and Murkoff is making money.
It needs to be exposed."
Waylon sat back in his chair, looking at the words typed on the email and reread the message at least two more times before he sighed, "I hope this Miles guy gets this or this will all be for nothing."
Waylon was about to just press enter when he heard a voice at the entrance of the room, "Waylon Park? Are you in here? They've paged for you three times already."
Waylon panicked at hearing the voice and pressed the enter key on his laptop repeatedly, hoping it would send as he shut the computer and got out of his chair, walking to the front of the server room.
"Sorry. The connection was working, so I had to restart the system manually and-"
The man looked like another Murkoff security guard and he grumbled, annoyed, "Nevermind that! Why weren't you answering the page? I'll tell them you're incoming."
Waylon rushed past him and made his way to the Morphogenic Engie's control room, passing the receptionist desk hearing the guard stationed there grumbled, "Finally, Park's here!", and pushed open the double doors and made his way to the control room and heard Steve, a scientist exclaimed as he entered.
"Ah, for fuck's sake. They got Gluskin out of his cell. Page him again, we need this guy in here now. Tell him he's got fifteen seconds to keep his job. Christ. . ."
Waylon quickly walked up to Steve and sat down in front of the several computers and terminals, "I'm here, Steve. Don't worry!"
"Mr. Park. Finally. Where have you been? The Functional Imaging interface isn't talking to the ASL. We've got a patient thirty seconds out and we're blind inside his head."
Waylon went to work, typing in codes and checking several things to see if they were working. He sighed in frustration as it read loaded slowly.
A fellow colleague seemed to notice his annoyance and asked nervously, "I can call into the chamber. Ask them to delay?
"No. I don't need another performance evaluation. Mr. Park here is going to have us up and running before we even know it. Right, Mr. Park?"
That's when they brought in Eddie Gluskin.
He was fighting the guards as they dragged him to one of the engine's pods, yelling and thrashing, "I knew it was coming. You filthy fucking machines! You fucking machines! No! No, not again. No! No! Jack-booted fucks, I know what you've been doing to me. I know what you've been. . . Help! Help me! Help me, they're going to rape me! Rape! Rape!"
Suddenly as they were about to push Eddie into the pod, he broke free and rushed the glass, frightening Waylon as he banged against it, "Help me! Don't let them do this! Don't let them! You!", Eddie stared at Waylon, eyes full of fear and panic, "I know you can stop this! You have to help me! You have to. . ."
Eddie was pulled from the glass and pulled back down to the pods. He desperately yelled at Waylon, "Help me! Don't let them do this! Don't let them! You! I know you can stop this! You have to help me! You have to. . .", but it was useless as he was shoved into the pod and the engine began to work.
Waylon got out of his chair and he turned to Steve and the other man smiled, "You're finished, Mr. Waylon Park. You can leave. Don't expect anything but honesty in my review of your performance. "
Waylon then made his way back to the server room, he stopped just as he got to the door. It was slightly ajar and Waylon could have sworn he had closed it but dismissed his thoughts as he entered the room, going right into the back again to retrieve his laptop.
That's when everything went to hell.
As he rounded the corner to where his laptop was, he stopped as he saw someone sitting at the desk, Waylon's computer in his hands. It was Jeremy Blaire, and he looked up when he saw Waylon enter, "Somebody's been telling stories outside of class, Mr. Park."
Waylon's eyes widen as he turned swiftly around to escape, only to be shoved back into the room by a security guard and he was surrounded by others. Jeremy Blaire stood up, Waylon's laptop crashed to the floor as he did so,
"Mr. Waylon Park, consulting contract 8208. Software engineer with a level 3 security clearance. Graduated cum laude from Berkley, but still somehow not smart enough to realize that the last thing a fly ought to do in a spider's web is wiggle."
Waylon began to speak, "But this isn't what it looks like! I-"
The rest of his sentence was cut off as he was kicked the ribs by a guard and Blaire continued, "Somehow dumb enough to think that a borrowed laptop, onion router, and firewall patch would be enough to fool the world's leading supplier of biometric security.
"Stupid, Mr. Park. More than stupid-"
"Yes, really stupid" Waylon nodded, feeling like agreeing would be the best course of action.
"In fact, that was crazy. I'm afraid that we're going to have you committed. Mr. Park, will you willingly submit to forced confinement?"
Waylon didn't answer as he couldn't realize what was happening. He was going to be forcefully locked away like those crazed inmates of Mount Massive. They wouldn't do that! They couldn't do that!
But they could and they would.
"Did you hear that, agent?" smiled Blaire
The guard grinned, "He said yes, Mr. Blaire"
"Great. Oh! And did I just hear Mr. Waylon Park volunteer for the Morphogenic Engine program?
The security guard replied again, the grin on his face had no mercy, "That's what I heard, Mr. Blaire."
"That was brave, indeed, Waylon. The Murkoff Corporation and the onward march of science both appreciate your bravery and sacrifice. Maybe you could administer Mr. Park here a light anesthetic?"
Security Guard cruel smile went wide as he stepped close to Waylon, "Gladly.", shoving him to the ground, he kicked him in the face as hard as he could muster.
And it was lights out for Mister Waylon Park.
