"Darling, what are you doing?"
Eddie's voice sent chills down Waylon's spine as he whirled around, the golden locket still clutched in his hands, but the note had been dropped. He began to shake in fear at seeing Eddie's large frame blocking the doorway, most likely he resembled a deer in the headlights. Although every fiber in his body was telling him to run. he found himself glued to the spot with contrasting emotions.
He didn't respond, hoping that maybe he could turn invisible if he just willed himself to do so.
Eddie moved slightly, barely even stepping forward before Waylon flipped his shit and screamed, trying to run although he had nowhere to go. So ultimately freaking out was useless, as Waylon just backed himself up into a corner, staring at Eddie, his heart pounding at 100 miles an hour. Eddie immediately halted in his movement, but his attention was not on Waylon, for the moment. Rather it was focused on the mysterious locket Waylon had found among Eddie's things. Eddie seemed to be furious and desperate.
"Give me the locket." He commanded, startling Waylon enough to make him jump. When Waylon did not do so, Eddie became agitated even more.
"Please." He ground out, a growl. Waylon glanced at the locket, then back to Eddie. Obviously the girl, who's picture was in the locket, meant a great deal to Eddie. Waylon realized if he controlled the locket, he controlled Eddie.
"If you promise not to kill me, I'll give you back the locket." Waylon said, as firmly as he could with his quivering voice. Eddie roared in rage, Waylon flinching.
"Fine! I promise! Give it back NOW!" Eddie yelled, his patience gone. Waylon gulped. He had to be sure, for his own safety. He couldn't trust a damn madman.
"Swear on the grave of this girl that you will not harm me in any way." Waylon demanded bravely. This was the last straw for Eddie, as he charged Waylon. Waylon stretched the locket out.
"I'LL BREAK IT!" He threatened, and as suspected, or hoped, the tank stopped in his tracks.
"Darling-"
"SWEAR!" Waylon commanded again, much to Eddie's displeasure.
"I swear upon her grave...that i will not hurt you." Eddie spoke angrily, and the sad edge to his voice did not escape Waylon. He wondered why Eddie didn't say her name, or maybe he forgot. Waylon felt guilty for putting Eddie through that as he hesitantly gave Eddie his locket back, Eddie grabbing his violently and slipping it around his neck, tucking it inside his shirt. Waylon waited for the stabbing to occur, but nothing happened. Eddie seemed to almost worship that locket, and Waylon wondered what had actually happened.
"Eddie..." Waylon muttered, staring at him. Eddie looked at him, somewhat at a loss of what to do. If he hadn't sworn upon her grave, Eddie would have killed Waylon on the spot, but now he had no idea of what to do.
Waylon licked his cracking lips.
"Eddie I'm escaping from this place." He spoke bluntly, wondering what the hell he was doing. Or going to do. Inviting a deranged serial killer on an attempt to escape hell, only to be released to the outside world? Maybe Eddie could get some form of help outside, from REAL doctors, not those Murkoff fuckers. Maybe Waylon could get help outside. Perhaps they would actually make it out alive, that is, IF Eddie agreed to go with him, which there was a very slim chance of that happening. Waylon had to try anyway, even if he didn't understand why.
"And i was wondering...if you might come with me. We could get out, together."
Eddie gave no response.
"We could expose Murkoff, all of this shit that they've done here, in the Asylum."
Eddie faced Waylon with ice cold Blue eyes, frowning. "Out?"
A cheshire grin spread over Eddie's features, reminding Waylon of the shark Bruce from Finding Nemo.
"Alright, Darling."
What the hell had he just done?