Darkness flooded my senses once more, my face cringing each time the step down decided to make a plea for help from my weight. But all was pleasantly silent which both calmed me down and also made me extremely paranoid. Who waited for me here... or maybe more appropriately... what?After a little bit of walking into who knows what, I began to hear rather pleasant music. For the first time since getting here, it brought a slight smile to my face. Maybe it's not a completely crazy madman and is just a man who ended up here a little while ago too. "I want a girl juuust like the girl that married deeear old daaad! She was a pearl..." I heard it playing and as I got closer, the more nervous my stomach got. There was a white cloth blocking the path way. I kept trying to tell myself that this is the least of my worries, there is absolutely nothing to fear here. I was so very very wrong.

Vomit involuntarily splashed onto the floor. What the Hell is that?! I hated it, whatever it was, but I couldn't stop looking at it. The longer I stared in horror, the more I realized just how messed up it was. At first, I thought it was actually a woman - made to look like she was giving birth. But in fact she happened to be a he. It was a male with his head covered by a small sack and flesh had been sewn onto the man's chest to resemble breasts. And good lord the blood... the 'husband's' head who's body stood beside the mutilated male had been cut off and was probably the one being 'birthed' out of the man made... geez this guy was a psychopath. I quickly kept walking, completely eager to get the fuck out of that room - that happy music turning so hauntingly disgusting and bittersweet.

I found myself wandering the rooms silently, now seeing a flood of tables and sewing machines. I was actually relatively surprised to see sewing machines since... well... would anyone really want a bunch of crazies being anywhere around needles? I shrugged it off and continued to recorded with the camcorder; thank God for the batteries that the game had spawned for her. I then came to a room that was much darker than the rest, probably didn't help that there were no windows to let in what little light there was to allow into the rooms. Eagerly, I approached a set of doors and at once began to tug on them. Of course... they were locked. I quickly sighed out of frustration and looked up. "Darling!"

I jumped back, my own heart catching in my throat. Geez, I was really just surprised I hadn't screamed in sheer shock of that... of that smile. Half his face seemed mildly deformed, red and sore looking which made me want to itch my own side of my face. I didn't get a good look at his eyes but they seemed to be blue with a grave amount of red taking over the whites. I didn't quite catch what he was wearing either but I very much noticed the bow tie and what seemed to be a blue vest. Worst... or maybe best of all... was that voice. It seemed to be a very lovely voice but the way he used it and the way he said darling made my heart speed with a sickly feeling of anxiety. Was this... was this Gluskin? I watched as he left the window. Oh God, was he coming this way? I tried my best not to hyperventilate and ducked beneath one of the sewing tables.

"Did I frighten you? I am awfully sorry, I didn't mean to," he began, his voice sounding almost amused. He seemed to know his way around because he took his time. I hated horror characters that took their time because that meant they knew where they were going - and they probably didn't mind playing cat and mouse.

"You're not very familiar. Have you moved into the neighborhood quite recently?" the groom asked nonchalantly. Neighborhood? What the fricken frack was he talking about?

I glanced around the room quickly and saw his legs entering the room. And if I knew anything about anatomy, there was probably a body attached to those legs. I held the camcorder close to my face, the night vision being extremely helpful where my own eyes failed to see. This man had a powerfully beautiful voice, so charming, but his intent was pretty clear - he was here to fuck shit up. I couldn't close my eyes, as much as I wanted too. Oh if only I could wish it all away but if I didn't look, I wouldn't know where to run. I heard his footsteps gather in closer, much to close for comfort; even if he was one hundred miles away he'd still be too close.

"Come on out darling, you don't have to be afraid. There's no need for hiding," he continued, his voice trying to lull me out of my place. I would stay here all night if I could but I absolutely refused - he would find me sooner or later and he'll probably kill me and I certainly didn't want to know how he does that. "You can't hide forever. Eventually, you'll run out of places."

"You're going to make me work for you, aren't you? Little minx," Gluskin chuckled. Shit, was he looking for me? The snazzy dressed man was right, she couldn't hide forever. I'd have to make a run for it. I shifted ever so slightly, in order to make the quickest effort to leave. I looked around and my jaw dropped. Where was he? He had been quiet for a while and I had lost where he was. I turned around - another mistake. I saw his grinning face and he pulled me out of my spot. "Darling," he purred affectionately with a grin then his face suddenly flashed into anger and a knife appeared in his hand. No, I can't go like this!

"Wait, wait, wait! I had a surprise for you!" I squeaked, his large hands barely letting me speak with the lack of oxygen I now received. The very tall groom paused, the knife dwindling by his side.

"Is that true, darling?" he asked, his voice balancing it's charm and some how still being very threatening.

"Yes, yes, of course!" I gasped. Slowly, he put me down but did not let me go but instead loosened his grip so I may breathe. I took a good few moments to take in as much breath as I could, my hands resting on his. My two hands were barely close to the size of only one of his hands. They were huge and.. well he was really tall - especially for only a 5 foot 7 inch 26 year old. He was at least 6 feet tall... probably around 4 or 5 inches too. I would never in a million years imagine beating this guy in a match of physical strength. Maybe I could be faster than him.

"Tell me, darling, what is the surprise?" the groom asked, his voice acting patently although his tightening grip told me otherwise.

"Ah... I can't tell you yet! That would ruin the surprise," I said, trying to sound as honest as I could. What the hell was I even talking about? I had no surprise to give him, the fact I was alive this long just showed me that maybe I could slip by without him noticing me. I somehow managed to turn us around so that my back was to the exit. What the hell was I going to do.

"Of course darling, you'll have to show me - now," he growled, his voice wearing thin on it's charms. I nodded and looked around the room quickly. Shit. I still only had one option - RUN! I used the loose grip to my advantage and pushed him back. But this seemed to only catch him off guard before he roared something slanderous and ran after me. My heart pounded in my ears; I wasn't even faster than him! Each foot step matched my own and his legs were longer and stronger than mine. I was just barely able too keep out of his reach when I found the elevator and made a jump for it. My lungs burst into flames as I was about to scream - I hate heights. To make matters worse, the latter began to collapse under me. I shrieked out as I fell and gasped when my leg flew through the board that was the ceiling of the actual elevator.

Tears ran fiercely down my face as I gasped again, pulling out the piece of wood from my leg. "Oh my God! Are you okay? Tell me you're okay! I'd hate to think of you suffering without me," I heard Gluskin's voice above me. All I could do was hold my leg tightly as it bled out onto my clothes. I clenched my teeth heavily but I soon looked up - he was waiting for me to say something. "Help," I whimpered.

Gluskin wasted no time and the elevator began to move up. I saw a way to escape, I could have easily crawled into it but... I couldn't. The main character of the game probably could have but I wasn't him. I wasn't even the Alice that the game said I was. The pain turned numb as I tried to comfort my leg, holding just above it tightly as if it would help. Finally, it stopped and Gluskin stood there with a worried look on his face. Maybe I could use this to get my leg help... and then get the fuck out of here. He picked me up bridal style and I let him, I small squeak escaping my as my leg moved. My arms wrapped around his neck and I found myself burring my face into his dirty vest which smelled strongly of death. My instincts were still running high and I needed to make sure that he wouldn't kill me at least in the next five minuets with this stupid leg that would probably have me limping for my life. Limping didn't sound like a great way for me to survive.

"I am sorry, I shouldn't have ran," I whimpered as he seemed to be carrying me some place.

"I forgive you, darling," he began, "but you gave me quite the scare."

If my leg hadn't made me on the edge of screaming in agony, I might have actually laughed. I gave him a scare? What a joke. I clung onto him tightly, I didn't know what he would do and if he would even help me but I had a strong instinct that whatever I do - I can't upset him. "I am sorry... em.. dear... I never caught your name," I said between clenched teeth as my mind was still on my painful leg.

"Of course, darling, excuse my forgetfulness. I am Eddie," he purred gently. Eddie Gluskin, huh? Well, I hope he isn't as bad as he seems. What am I thinking, he's much worse that I could possibly imagine. How was I possibly going to out run him now? I couldn't hide in every nook and cranny. And geez, look at that, I am running low on batteries for my camcorder.

"We're going to be beautiful, darling. Our family," he began to muse. I smiled half way, how charm- wait what? Did he say something about... our family? Shit. What have I gotten myself into this time?


Author's note: Thank you guys for waiting patently for this chapter. But really, just before I started writing this chapter, I needed to get ready for a wedding. Yeah, that's right, I started writing about the groom before I had to an actual wedding. Pretty messed up, huh? Anyways, hope you guys enjoy - I'll try to be updating every day and tell me what you guys would like to see happen with poor Alice! I'll probably take up your suggestions. And yes, Chris and Frank will be showing up eventually.