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Waylon was replacing his bandages as Eddie showered. He felt so alive right now, being free and not being alone. He ate a few chips from a bag he grabbed. He was still worried for the future. They couldn't hide away in the motel forever.

"Maybe Eddie will know where to go from here." Waylon thought, taping down a bandage. He also wanted to get new clothes somehow. His clothes were washed and dried by Eddie, except his shirt. His shirt was beyond any help of repair, so he had to go shirtless.

He ate a few more chips as Eddie came out of the bathroom. He was smoothing out his clothes, trying to cover up the stitches near his wrists. Waylon thought that was odd. There was no point to cover them…unless.

"What are you doing?" Waylon asked, fearing the answer.

"Getting ready to go out." Eddie said.

"You can't go out! And where would you even go?!" Waylon questioned.

"I'll be fine. And I am going to the small shops nearby." Eddie said.

"You can't do that! What if they ask about the blood stains?" Waylon questioned.

"What blood stains? This is just stains from a red drink I spilled." Eddie answered.

"What about your injuries?" Waylon questioned again.

"People get work injuries all the time." Eddie answered.

"What job do you have?" Waylon questioned with a doubtful face.

"That's none of their damn business." Eddie smiled.

"Are you going to steal everything?" Waylon asked.

"No, the broken vending machine had money." Eddie said. Waylon huffed, rolling his eyes as Eddie left.

He didn't like Eddie going out, but he trusted him. He thought of Eddie being like how he was in the asylum. Knowing where to go and what to do, just needing some trust. It was still early in the morning to, so most people wouldn't be out yet. He sighed to keep himself calm, grabbing another bag of chips to eat.

An hour passed before Eddie returned, carrying a few bags in. He dropped a newspaper next to Waylon and gave him a bag with some new clothes. Only three outfits and a new pair of shoes. They needed to keep light on their travels. Eddie started to change into his new clothes. Waylon turned away to change into his, wanting to be rid of the cadaver clothes Eddie originally got him.

After his clothes were on, he looked at Eddie in his new outfit. He kept to his old look, a white buttoned shirt, black pants, and he kept that battered stitched vest. Waylon liked that he kept the vest, it would be just too odd without it. He wasn't used to seeing Eddie in perfectly clean and unstained clothes.

"You look nice." Waylon complemented.

"Thank you. Do your clothes fit?" Eddie asked. Waylon nodded, tying the new shoes on.

"Want to follow me and buy food?" Eddie asked.

"You're going out again?" Waylon asked, paranoia acting up. He wanted to stay locked inside and avoid people. His idea wasn't a very good one though, they needed supplies.

"Yes, we need food." Eddie said, straightening out his clothes.

"Where will we go?" Waylon asked.

"A small market a little away from here." Eddie said, starting to straighten out Waylon's clothes.

"Won't they ask questions? Both of us do look like victims of domestic violence when together." Waylon said, watching him.

"This is a small run down market. If you keep to the small rundown places, they don't ask. They want money and want no trouble involving police." Eddie said. Waylon nodded, agreeing to follow. Eddie opened the door for him, letting Waylon carefully walk out.

Waylon stayed close as he felt sick being out. The engine buzzed in his skull as his anxiety of walking past people grew. Eddie noticed how he looked pale and slowed down to be next to him. He tapped him, causing Waylon to be startled. He looked at Eddie nervously.

"You need to calm down. People will notice your abnormal behavior." Eddie said, wrapping an arm around Waylon. Waylon got close to him, feeling slight comfort. He still felt sick at the sight of people passing by.

"This was a bad idea." Waylon said, fidgeting with his sleeves.

"We can't stay inside forever." Eddie said. Waylon nodded, letting out a nervous breath.

Inside the store Waylon was better, not many people to cause anxiety. He leaned against the aisle taking deep breaths. Eddie was grabbing various canned foods from shelves. The sound of glass breaking in the store made Waylon jump. Eddie watched him for a moment to make sure he was okay.

"You need to stop." Eddie commanded.

"I-I can't." Waylon said, twisting his sleeves.

"You're not in the asylum anymore. You're in a different environment. You have to adjust to it." Eddie said.

"I'll be better off away from people." Waylon said.

"People are everywhere, you can't avoid them." Eddie said, grabbing a few cans.

"I know." Waylon said, looking at a can on the shelf.

"Here. If you stand up and stop slouching it'll help." Eddie said, making Waylon stand from his leaning spot. He fixed Waylon's clothes of the wrinkles he gathered.

"It's not that bad out here. You just need to understand how people work and who to avoid. People in run down areas will avoid police and questioning, those are safe areas. The nicer the place the more unsafe it is. Just pay attention to your surroundings." Eddie said, continuing on.

"If you act polite enough, people will ignore your looks for the most part, just don't seem too off. And keep conversations short, they'll get less detail and be unaware to your bad habits." Eddie explained, all in a quick pace.

"What if someone asks questions?"

"You're very paranoid, what makes you think they'll ask questions about you? What makes you think they'll get involved?" Eddie asked.

"Uhh, well we are-" Waylon started, interrupted by Eddie.

"See what just happened? I ignored your question and asked one myself. Instead of going back to your original question, you focused on the newest one before you. As long as you're smart in ignoring certain questions and answering others, people will feel satisfied, and you'll be fine." Eddie said, giving a quick smile as he turned to head for the cashier.

"I guess so." Waylon said. Even with that explanation he still felt nervous.

Everything after the store went smoothly. Although there were more people out, Waylon felt a little okay after Eddie's talk. He still didn't like being out, people were always curious. Seeing two men walk down a street with stitched gashes and cuts were just waiting for questions.

Back inside the motel, Waylon let out a sigh of relief. Sitting on the bed and raking his hands through his hair.

"It wasn't that bad." Eddie said, setting down the bag of canned food.

"For you. I am not used to walking out, looking like I was mauled by a grizzly." Waylon said.

"What are you worried about?" Eddie questioned.

"I am worried about Murkoff." Waylon snapped.

"Have you forgotten they're still somewhere? They'll find out we're missing and they will find us." Waylon said, anger boiling.

"If we stay low, they won't." Eddie said.

"Stay low? Walking out in the middle of the day on a shopping trip isn't staying low. People are seeing us, cameras are seeing us. Murkoff with their vast resources could be watching us. There could be hidden spies wandering around here. It's only a matter of time." Waylon said, grumbling the last sentence.

"Listen. I have done this for years. Years! I know what I am doing. If they catch us, we can just escape again!" Eddie snapped.

"I don't want to be caught again! I don't want to be trapped in there for another year! It was easy for you to be in there, you were a predator! I was just a lamb waiting for someone to eat me! I lived in fear while you wandered where you liked! I was used to a normal life, no fear of hallucinations, being eaten, or molested by someone somewhere in the dark bloody halls. How long were you trapped like that before you escaped?!" Waylon said bitterly.

"I've always been trapped. Until I escaped with you." Eddie answered calmly. it broke through Waylon's anger, guilt replacing the missing emotion.

"If Murkoff does come, we'll make it." Eddie said, patting Waylon's back.

"Want something to eat?" Eddie asked, brushing away the argument they just had. Waylon nodded, despite being not that hungry. He wanted something to distract him and a bowl of soup mite help.

Waylon was relaxing in bed, on his stomach, alone in the room. After eating Eddie had gone out again despite Waylon arguing with him not to. He was getting frustrated with Eddie. They had clothes and supplies, what more could Eddie be possibly doing out there? Waylon's paranoia had been acting up so badly. Even locking the door didn't remotely help calm him down.

He groaned, rubbing his head. He winced as his neck and shoulders hurt, the bite marks Eddie left the night before still sore. He stretched allowing his back to crack. Maybe another shower would ease his nerves, or another bag of chips.

"If things don't get better, I am going to get fat on food." Waylon said, thinking of the backpack under the bed. He laid his hand down on the pillow, hiding his face in it. He brought it back up when a tap happened on the door.

Waylon knew that wasn't Eddie, he would knock instead of tap. Another tap made Waylon get up from the bed. He stared at the door in fear, slowly going over to the bed side desk to get a hunting knife Eddie got him. He went over to the bathroom, hiding behind the wall in front of it. He was hidden from sight, hearing the door click open.

He held the knife at his chest, blade outwards, ready to strike when the person came near. Whether it was a harmless person or a threat, it didn't matter. They couldn't be pushed out of here this early. Waylon's desperation to stay away from others and inside clouding over his brain. He was going to kill this person when they came near.

He heard some light foot steps on the carpet. The intruder was slowly looking around the room. when the person was getting close, they stopped short. Waylon grew impatient with the intruder. He wanted them out, now. He leapt out from around the corner, pointing his knife to threaten the intruder. He froze at the sight of them.

It was girl. Not even an adult yet, looking around the age of sixteen. She was looking towards the door when Waylon jumped out. Her head shot forward, surprised to see him and raised her own long pocket knife. She looked even more surprised after a quick look over Waylon. Probably shocked with how scarred and battered he looked. The two looked at each other, both shocked in silence. Waylon's shocked expression turned to anger.

"Get out!" Waylon growled with a glare.

"You get out!" the girl growled back, unafraid. Waylon wasn't intimidated by her. She was short and slim enough for him to push over. She had a black sleeveless shirt with dark blue jeans tucked into black boots. A silver bracelet on her right wrist. Long dark brown hair, that was almost black, going past her shoulder. And a small silver chain necklace with a silver cross.

"What are you doing here?" Waylon questioned with a glare.

"What are you doing here?" the girl questioned back. Waylon was getting annoyed as his questions were parroted back. What was she even doing here? She looked too clean and neat to be homeless. Too healthy to be a drug addict or a dealer.

"Get out or I'll kill you!" Waylon said. It didn't sound as threatening as much as he wished it would have. If this was a guy, he would have been more aggressive toward the intruder, his will to kill dying now to just a stare off, because of it just being a young girl.

"Try it!" the girl snapped, still holding her knife firmly. Both were stuck at their spots, neither willing to back down or attack. He didn't know what to do now. He didn't want to hurt her. They needed another factor to tip the scales.

That factor arrived with the sound of the door clicking shut. There locked attention on each other was turned to the door. The girl seeing Eddie let out a gasp of fear, turning to fully face him and ignoring the harmless Waylon. Waylon was annoyed at her mistake at turning her vulnerable back towards a possible threat, the thought disappearing as soon as it appeared.

Eddie stood in front of the door, blocking the only exit. Waylon let his knife down, watching Eddie who stared intently at the girl. Waylon was alarmed as he heard a large snap of the door locking behind Eddie. The stare Eddie was turning to something cold with ill intent. Waylon recognized that look, the same one he got after exposing Eddie of his family.

Eddie pulled out his bloody knife when he approached. The sight of it made Waylon and the girl pale.

"Eddie, don't!" Waylon said, rushing to get in front of him. He tried to stop Eddie from coming closer, pushing against him. Eddie pushed him forward, Waylon leaving drag marks in the carpet. He let out a breath he was holding when Eddie stopped, being at the spot the girl used to stand at. The girl now being cornered at the end of the room.

"She's harmless, just let her go!" Waylon said.

"She knows we're here. I have to kill her." Eddie said bluntly. Keeping his dark glare fixated on her like a vicious dog.

"Why would that matter to her?!" Waylon question, still holding Eddie just in case.

"She could tell people." Eddie stated.

"Tell what to who?! That she broke into a motel and was told to get out by strangers?!" Waylon said.

"I won't have to tell her." Eddie glared at her.

"You can't kill her. This isn't the asylum, she'll be reported missing by family!" Waylon whispered through gritted teeth.

"If she's breaking into broken down motels in the worst part of town, alone, then her family is not missing her." Eddie said.

"If no one's missing her, no one will ask questions about where she's been if she leaves here!" Waylon whispered again. He heard a grumble from Eddie's chest, feeling it expand as he took a deep breath and let it out.

"Fine." Eddie said, voice full of displeasure. Waylon sighed relief, but didn't dare to let go of Eddie. He looked back at the terrified girl. She looked at Waylon and slowly moved forward. The consistent glare Eddie still gave her not helping her move any faster.

Waylon held Eddie's armed hand as the girl got close. He didn't want to doom the girl, Eddie attacking her, as she passed by. After she passed Eddie and Waylon, she rushed a little quicker to the door, unlocking it and fleeing the room.

"I should have taken care of her." Eddie said, glaring at the door. Waylon let go of him, sighing now that the stand off was over. Eddie left his side, heading for the door which scared Waylon.

"What are you doing?" Waylon asked, fearing Eddie was going after her. But Eddie stopped at the window, peaking out of the small space between the curtains. He watched the girl run and disappear out of sight around a corner. Eddie grumbled to himself before looking at Waylon with an unfriendly expression. Waylon shrunk down at the stare.

"Why was she here?" Eddie questioned with a temper. It made Waylon want to shrink more until he was unseen.

"I don't know. She just… broke in. I asked questions, but she wouldn't answer." Waylon said quietly.

"Broke in? There's no reason to. Nothing valuable in here." Eddie said.

"I think she knew someone was here, because… she… tapped, the door." Waylon said, going quiet. Eddie could always change his mind on going after her.

"And you wanted her to leave?! No one just breaks into crumbling hotels for no reason! No money, no valuable items to take, nothing!" Eddie growled furiously, temper rising.

"She's just a kid, they do stupid things! They like to break rules like trespassing or breaking in. She was probably just going to mess with the stuff in here to mess with us." Waylon said.

"That's just idiotic. There's no purpose to it." Eddie snapped.

"Kids do random stupid things. They might eat a bug thinking they'll get superpowers from it." Waylon said with a short chuckle, remembering one of his boys did that once. Eddie gave an annoyed huff as he glared at the door.

"Just let it go. She won't do anything." Waylon said.

"She could always blab to someone." Eddie said, calming down.

"It's not really polite to kill people Eddie. People don't like it much." Waylon said.

"It's not polite to break into people's rooms either. They frown upon that too." Eddie said.

"Why were you outside?" Waylon asked, wanting to change the subject.

"I was looking out for any sign of Murkoff being nearby. I found nothing and came back to find our hotel door open." Eddie said, the conversation turned back around. "Why didn't you kill her? You have a knife." Eddie said casually.

"I can't just kill people who are not a threat. I don't want to hurt people." Waylon said.

"Better to hurt them before they hurt you." Eddie said in monotone.

"So I should kill you then by that logic." Waylon said, stabbing holes in Eddie's logic. He regretted doing so when Eddie glared at him. He took the sentence a bit too seriously.

"But I won't, because you are not threatening me. You don't have to kill anyone unless you really have to." Waylon said. Eddie's glare disappeared as he got the back pack out.

"If she talks to others, people will spread the knowledge of our existence. It won't take Murkoff long to trace the talk to an address. I see that reason enough to kill someone." Eddie said.

"We've been wandering around town. If people are not talking about us already, what makes you think they will because of some girl?" Waylon said.

"Because adults usually mind their business, going about theiri lives. The young like to spread rumors and let them grow. Eventually the rumors spread to the older people, upsetting them. Like sheep, if you spook one the others will also become afraid." Eddie said.

"We could always just leave if they don't want us." Waylon said.

"That's not the point. The point is people will get upset and talk about us. If Murkoff passes through town, they'll hear about us. People who are scared would have watched us leave. If Murkoff asks questions, people may be happy to answer about where we have gone." Eddie said, looking at a couple cans of spaghetti.

"Yeah." Waylon said, getting the point. He watched Eddie go to the microwave to heat up the canned spaghetti. Before the asylum, Waylon would have despised canned spaghetti. After it though, anything was better then that weird dark green puree food.

Waylon wondered if that they just grabbed weeds around the building with dirt clumps and threw them in a blender with vitamin powder. It had the thickness and texture of sandy mud, crunched like it to. A miracle of wonder that Waylon didn't chip a tooth on it. Maybe because he mostly refused to eat it and had it forced fed to him through a tube down his throat.
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Meanwhile

A man in a neat suit sat at a large desk in a large office. The name plate at the front of his desk saying John Q. Barker. The man was sitting calmly at his desk, looking through papers of the Walrider projects. He was signing things for approval, new patients to be accepted or new equipment.

"Such a shame." he thought. He found it annoying that Blaire wanted to restart the Walrider project. But after seeing the pile of papers requesting to fix almost the entire structure, he thought it was best. Rebuild the crumbling building, make it bigger and better. More security to keep patients locked and maybe move Blaire away.

Blaire didn't seem to be competent enough, his work constantly crumbling to the dark ages every time a riot happens and Barker then has to sign more piles of paper to send in security, pay for damages and trace lost files. It was a major annoyance he no longer had the patience to deal with.

Barker didn't even know how Blaire got this far to being the second CEO of Murkoff. Even if Blaire was under him, Barker felt insulted that this parasite had a high ranking spot. The damn owner of the company didn't even trust him, leaving Barker in charge of watching him like a babysitter. This time Barker was going to make sure Blaire had his ass on the side walk. He paused in signing papers for a millisecond as a man walked into the room.

"I bring some important news, sir." the intruding man said.

"Doesn't anyone knock?" Barker snapped. "If you're bringing news of my deranged younger brother's death, then how sad. Now leave me to grieve." Barker said, not sounding the least bit interested or sad.

"Actually, Blaire's dead." the man said. Barker stopped his signing of a paper, a drop of ink splattering from the pen. He stared down at the paper, his interest perked slightly.

"A matter of time before he tested his limits with patients too far." Barker thought. "And how did he die?" he asked with a sigh, already knowing the answer.

"Patients killed him. Stabbed and beat him to death." the man said.

"Oh, my. Such a surprise… well, I am sure he'll still look good for his funeral. Are those patients dead?" Barker said, continuing to sign papers as he expected this answer to.

"We think they are." the man said. Barker paused at the unexpected answer. this time his amber eyes shot to look at the man. The man swallowed at the unfriendly glare.

"Think?" Barker said, something dark in his tone.

"They jumped over the water fall into the rapids." the man said nervously.

"So I assume you have bodies?" Barker glared.

"No, but-" the man started.

"Then why are you wasting my time?! Unless we have bodies, don't assume the patients are dead. Get out there and look you idiot!" Barker snapped.

"For how long?" the man questioned.

"Search until tomorrow, you should find their bodies nearby, snagged by something. If they aren't found, I will assume they are alive or Blaire's workers are incompetent in finding floating dead bodies. If I get no news of dead bodies, or where they may be by the day after, everyone's getting replaced." Barker said, signing papers in an unhappy fashion. The man swallowed and nodded, leaving the room in a hurry.

"Fucking Blaire can't do anything right. Even with the damn helicopter I lent him." Barker growled. He typed some codes into his computer, printing out papers for worker replacement. He didn't believe Blaire's people were any good either, so he was getting his own.


thank you for reading and please comment. =]

second chapter! WHOO!

you should all remember john. he was mentioned in Blaires letter for acceptance of Waylons family execution.


guest: no he isint a cannibal, but he does have other hobby's.

Mil: thank you. :3

BlueKanto: oh yes. XD

sashimilove: HOPEFULLY. :3

JustVisible: thank you. :3

semenosuke: and you thought right. :3

Guest: good, i was actually thinking whether i should have him be killed or not. XD