The Bride and his Bridesmaid – Chapter Three
Note: Blaire may have some offensive/homophobic words in this, so I'm sorry if he offends anyone.
It was only a few hours ahead when Waylon woke up. Eddie was still fast asleep, lying on his back with his arm outstretched, and snoring lightly. Waylon was snuggled into his side, and his arm lay across Eddie's chest possessively. As the two had slept, they must've moved into this position unconsciously. He shivered and sat up with the intent to grab the blanket from underneath them, ignoring the pain in his lower back, but froze as he caught sight of someone at the door.
Miles stood there, still in his blue dress, now holding a camcorder in his hands and grinning smugly down at the two on the mattress. It took Waylon a few seconds to realise the red filming light was on.
His face consorted into a glare as he asked as quietly as he could, so as not to wake Eddie up, "Why are you filming us?! Stop it!"
Miles looked as if he was struggling to hold in a laugh, but he managed to console himself after a few seconds then shrugged. "What? It was a cute moment. I thought you'd like to savour it as a keepsake." He whispered back. Waylon shook his head in disbelief, then as gently as he could, stood up and walked over to where the other man stood. Miles glanced down his body and raised an eyebrow. It took Waylon a few moments to remember that he was as naked as Eddie was, and his hands flew to cover himself. Miles kept his eyebrow raised but didn't question him, although Waylon knew that he would later, and probably tease him for it.
"So how're we gonna do this?" Miles asked as they both looked down at the sleeping madman on the floor. Waylon followed his gaze and felt a twinge of guilt. He knew that Eddie was dangerous, and that he would probably kill him if he stayed, but after what had happened hours before, he felt different. That wasn't to say he suddenly wanted to stay here with him, god no, but he did feel a little bad for the man, who after receiving the proper care for his issues, would probably be a decent human being. If Miles noticed the look on his face, he didn't comment on it, but just waited for him to reply.
"Knocking him out would be our safest bet." Waylon answered after a few seconds, looking around the room for something to use. "Then that's one less Variant to worry about while escaping as quickly as we can."
Miles nodded, and then gestured to the door behind them. "There's a load of items we can use in the halls. And I brought the rope from earlier which'll buy us even more time... Are you sure you'd rather not just kill him?"
Waylon's eyes widened and he shook his head quickly. "No. I- we can't. I'd rather not have more blood on my hands."
Miles shrugged then passed the camcorder to Waylon before disappearing out the door. Waylon was about to follow when the other man swiftly returned holding a thick strip of metal, that looked like it was once attached to the lockers that the two had been forced to hide in many times. He raised an eyebrow but didn't question how he'd gotten it, instead, he asked,
"So who's going to... y'know."
It was Miles' turn to raise an eyebrow, but he quickly lowered it and stepped forward. "I'll do it- I doubt you'd be able to deliver the blow. We only have one chance, and I'm less likely to screw it up."
Waylon sent him a glare but stayed quiet then looked away guiltily. He winced a little as he heard the sickening wack, followed by a small groan from Eddie as he woke up slightly, then slumped unconsciously back to the mattress. After they'd tied him up and began walking out the room, Miles scanned over Waylon's body and raised his eyebrow at his attire again.
"Do you have something to put on?" He asked, causing Waylon to blush as he realised he hadn't. He shook his head.
"He got rid of my jumpsuit a while back and, um, ripped off the dress last night, so I don't have anything..."
"Well, you're gonna have to stay that way I'm afraid, we gotta get out of here fast."
Waylon sighed dejectedly but nodded, and followed Miles as he ran out the room, pausing a moment to look back at Eddie and mutter 'I'm sorry, Eddie...' before shaking his head and focusing on escape.
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"So why didn't you come for me as soon as he'd taken me away? Wasn't the plan to knock him out while he was... distracted?" Waylon asked as they jogged (as fast as his ankle would allow him) through yet another corridor towards the exit. Miles had found the key to the Male Ward before coming to get him, which was the only way out of there. Miles smirked and turned to face Waylon as they both slowed down after coming through a door to catch their breaths.
"Well, I didn't want to interrupt such a beautiful moment. Consummating your marriage is a very precious time, and it sounded like you were enjoying yourself, Darling."
Waylon's eyes narrowed but he couldn't help the involuntary shiver than ran down his spine. "I NEVER want to hear someone call me that again..."
"Whatever. You know you loved it; getting fucked by a psychopath."
"Shut up." Waylon growled in reply, and then turned to look out of a window that was right by where they'd stopped. In the distance, a church burned, creating quite a powerful yet daunting image as the sun rose beyond it. Whereas Waylon looked upon the image passively, it was Miles' turn to shiver in remembrance, as he re-called Father Martin burning himself as a sacrifice in front of him.
The two quickly moved on, following the corridors around blindly in hope that they weren't going the wrong direction. They froze when they heard voices talking in the distance and both dropped to the floor in cautious crouches. Miles nodded in the direction of a metal grate up ahead and Waylon nodded in understanding as the two then began to creep forward.
"Yeah. What kind of sick fuck would do this to someone? Even took his damn pants." One of the men said, looking down at a body which was very familiar to Miles, who paled slightly at the sight but stayed hidden to listen more.
"Tell you one thing—I've seen more dick and balls tonight to last me a lifetime." The other answered, and despite the situation, the two hiding couldn't help but smile at the truth in that. Why had everyone been naked- or nearly naked- around here?
"And not all of them attached to a man." Waylon bit his lip, thinking how glad he was that hadn't happened to him earlier. "Let's wrap this up and get back to the truck."
"Amen." The second answered back, and then the two walked away from Trager's body, leaving the two onlookers watching in silence.
"That's the fucker who took my fingers." Miles whispered to Waylon after a few seconds, nodding towards the doctor. Waylon looked at him again.
"Did you do that?"
Miles didn't answer, but the sickening grin on his face as he watched the body lie there told Waylon that the answer was 'yes'.
They both got up once they were sure the two men had gone- knowing that they couldn't trust anyone in this place- and carried on with their escape. As they walked down another corridor parallel to Trager's dead body room, they overheard voices in the distance, followed by gunfire.
"All teams authorised for deadly force. Repeat, all teams deadly force. Kill everything that moves."
That made the two pause. They shot each other a wary glance and proceeded onwards at a much more cautious pace.
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As the two came into the last room of the asylum, the open entrance to this place in sight, they nearly jumped for joy. Miles hooked his arm around Waylon's shoulders and grinned as he looked towards their freedom. Waylon smiled in relief, finding himself lean into the touch of the other man for a few seconds as he sighed tiredly. Miles noticed this but he was also too exhausted to say anything.
After a few seconds of staying in this close embrace, Miles lightly shook Waylon and smiled down at him. "Hey, let's leave this shit-hole." He said, his grin changing to a smile as Waylon laughed weakly then nodded.
"Yeah, come on."
They started to move to the door, both walking briskly despite fatigue and injury, both wanting to leave as quickly as they could. The moved quickly, however froze when they heard a voice coming from the doorway.
"Mr. Park. How the fuck are you still alive?"
Waylon felt his blood run cold as he saw Jeremy Blaire sat leaning against the open door. The man was scowling at him and looked as if he'd been shot in the stomach. How hadn't he noticed him before?
"You know this guy?" Miles asked, still keeping his arm around Waylon's shoulders as he felt him stiffen. Waylon just nodded, glaring down at the man who was now smirking up at him.
"You look like shit. Running around naked in a place like this, and clinging like a little girl to a fag in a dress."
It was Miles' turn to stiffen, though for him it was more from anger. "What did you call me?" He said through gritted teeth, his eyebrow twitching as he slowly removed his arm from around Waylon's shoulder. Blaire smiled nastily.
"Fag. In. A. Dress." He punctuated, spitting it out and snarling up to Miles' face. Waylon honestly wasn't surprised as Miles then rushed forward and punched him square in the jaw. He's been itching to do that himself for weeks, yet it was oddly satisfying to watch someone else do it for him. Blaire fell back with a groan, glaring back up at Miles for a few seconds before turning his gaze back to Waylon.
" Let's... make a deal. You help me, I'll help you... Surely you want clothes, a safe path out of here, food, a secure job when this is all over." Blaire smirked and held out his hand to Waylon. "Help me up, please."
Waylon hesitated a moment, nearly persuaded with the promise of those things for a few seconds, before he snapped out of it and shook his head. Instead of answering him, he turned to Miles.
"Let's get out of here."
Miles nodded, and then placed a hand on his shoulder. "Yeah."
The two began to walk out together as Blaire lay there on the floor, glaring up in disbelief. Waylon ignored him as he passed, not even sparing a glance as he'd done when leaving Eddie. He paused a moment in his step as Miles continued unaware, a sudden feeling of guilt washing over him again for leaving the poor man- especially with those men who had the orders to 'kill everything that moved'. Although, if he stayed unconscious as they checked him, then maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to survive... Wait, was that a good thing?
As he was paused and deep in thought, he didn't hear or see Blaire standing up until the last second. With one hand clutched to his stomach, and the other reaching out for his arm, Blaire stood up and lunged for him.
"Fucking DIE already!" The man yelled as he punched Waylon hard in the stomach, winding him and causing an old wound to re-open. Blood flew between the hand and his stomach, though the dreariness in Waylon's vision rendered him unable to tell if it was Blaire's blood or his own.
Waylon stumbled back, ignoring his still naked body and instead using his hands to press against his stomach. He vaguely heard Miles shouting his name as he fell to his knees and looked up to see Blaire staggering towards him, suddenly brandishing a knife.
"No one can know, no... one..." The man spat as he closed in on Waylon, pushing him back and climbing on top. He raised the knife with the intention of stabbing him, but before Miles reached him in time to stop him, something else did.
The Walrider slammed into Blaire's body at full force and lifted him high into the air. Miles stood frozen in shock as Blaire was toyed around with in the air, stringing out a variety of curses and screams as the creature tore at his skin. Waylon didn't watch as first, merely sat himself up with shaky arms before he glanced up and saw the Walrider tear Blaire apart completely.
He held one arm up to shield his eyes as blood and various body parts landed on and around him, wincing at the blood curdling cry of his once boss as he disappeared completely. Miles and Waylon both remained frozen, both gulping simultaneously as they waited for the Walrider to attack them; thinking that there was no way they'd be able to escape it. Although instead of attacking, it disappeared.
They both stared at the space it had been for a few seconds before turning wordlessly to each other and holding it for a while. Eventually, once the shock and surprise has passed them, they both sighed tiredly and smiled. Neither knew why the Walrider had just left them alone, although if it wasn't going to hurt them, then neither were going to question it. They were just going to get out of there as quickly as they could, before it changed its mind.
Miles reached down to help Waylon stand up, smiling sympathetically as Waylon freaked out a little when he realised he was now covered in Blaire's blood.
"C'mon Way, nearly there." Miles said supportively, offering his arm to the other man to help him walk. Waylon smiled shakily, ignoring the nickname he'd just been given, but accepted his offer and hobbled over to him.
The two walked out, looking around at their surrounding with awe and taking huge gulps of the fresh air. The sun was more risen by now, although wasn't yet covering the land around them, so it was still a little dark. Neither of them cared though. They were free, and neither looked back.
They made their way through the main gates, with Miles noting that they'd been knocked down since earlier, before he noticed something by the other gates and gave out a shout of joy.
"My baby! Oh thank god you survived this madness!" He grinned widely as the two of them walked over to a red jeep. Waylon guessed that the journalist had arrived into his car and parked it there so he could sneak into the facility. He sighed with relief, glad that they wouldn't have to walk out all the way to civilization again, but then thought of something.
"Do you have the keys?" He asked, only to receive a snort in return.
"Of course! I'm not an idiot- I left them in the glove compartment with the whole thing unlocked in case I needed to get away quickly. It also removed the opportunity to lose them while exploring that damned place... Do you need a hand to get in?" He asked as they came up next to the jeep. Waylon shook his head, and then started to limp around the vehicle to the passenger side, using the hood as a temporary lean-against to help him.
Miles grinned again as he found it still unlocked, which grew wider as he reached across the car and opened the glove compartment to find the keys.
"We're getting out of here, Way." He said with a happy sigh, moving back comfily into the drivers seat, shutting the door next to him, and leaning his head back against the head rest for a moment while he waited for the other man to get in too.
Waylon struggled a bit with getting in, having to get Miles' help to pull himself up until he was sitting comfortably in the seat next to him. It was only then, after putting his seatbelt on with Miles doing the same, that he realised how cold it actually was in the early hours of the morning. Especially with him being naked, and the current season being late autumn.
"It's so fucking cold..." He muttered as he raised his hands to rub against the opposite arm. He started to shiver, or at least, he started to notice he was shivering and covered in Goosebumps. Goosebumps and blood. "Why did he have to get rid of all my clothes? Even that fucking dress!"
Miles smiled tiredly, rolling his head round to the side so he was looking at him. "At least you're not in a woman's dress anymore."
Waylon raised an eyebrow back at him in challenge."Oh, so you want to join me in my nude state, do you? You want to get it ripped off before you're practically raped by a mad-man?"
He winced a little as he realised it was his fault that by not coming for Waylon as fast as he could've done, the near-rape experience was partly his fault. He then looked away guiltily. "On second thoughts, I'm glad I'm not you."
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Waylon also looked ahead, giving off a violent shiver. Miles sat there in thought for a few seconds before he unbuckled himself and opened the door to get out. "Where're you going?" Waylon asked quickly, his hand shooting out to grab onto the hand-stitched dress as he began to climb out. He realised what he'd done a second later and pulled back quickly with a blush.
Miles smiled at the action, and then continued to get out before turning to face him. "I have an extra coat and blanket in the back seat. I was just getting out so I didn't have to twist around and reach awkwardly for them."
"Oh... Okay, thank you." Waylon answered back then turned around to the front again, trying not to focus on how cold and in pain he was. "Don't happen to have any aspirin kicking about back there too, do you?" He asked as he heard the back door open, and Miles give off a short laugh.
"No, sorry." He said as he reached for the two items. He shut the door and looked at them both before getting back in. He decided he'd take the long trench coat for himself, as it was a thinner material and hid the awful dress he was still wearing, leaving Waylon able to preserve his dignity and stay warm with the fluffy lined blanket.
He quickly pulled on the coat before leaning over the driver's seat and helping Waylon to wrap himself up in the blanket. As he did, he heard a faint jingling in his pocket, and as he stood up again, he felt around to find about $20 in notes and change. He smiled to himself, now thinking he was glad he had some money, before getting in the car and staring it up.
"So, where are we going?" Waylon asked as Miles began to turn the car around. He didn't answer as he eyed up the set of closed gates ahead of them, then turned to Waylon and cocked his head with a smirk.
"Hospital. Food. Police station. Home." He said, and before Waylon had the chance to answer, he revved the engine and shot forward into the massive gates, knocking them aside, and driving them both into the freedom they felt they had earned themselves.
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