Four
There is no hesitation in Waylon's decision to jump out the window-though he'd never done so before. But it was either be eaten by some psychotic cannibal or risk a few broken bones. Fortunately, nothing broke and as crazy as the cannibal is, he has enough sense not to jump out a two-story window after him.
Waylon thought he had lost him when he escaped the furnace. Hopefully he lost the cannibal for good. He examines the condition of his camcorder, frowning at the blinking red bar signifying its low battery. He walks a few paces forward, stumbling slightly, but once he found his equilibrium began in a new direction. He needs batteries, otherwise how would he record the surreal nightmare happening here.
He won't allow those Murkoff bastards to get away with this-no amount of corporate money would help them once this video goes viral. Just the thought of ruining them gives Waylon the adrenaline to move on. And he will do whatever it takes to survive this hell. His main priority is to find any way to alert the police; but in this old huge asylum it's easier said than done.
He never realized how few phones arearound-now he knows why. Waylon continues into another building, not quite sure where he's heading. He's happy to finally be out of the basement, but he doesn't feel any more safe-in fact the surface seems just as hazardous. Perhaps if he could get up high enough, maybe to one of the towers, there would be radio transmitters present.
Naia drops down from the vent, just as the giant patient turns a corner. At first she thought of calling out to him, but no one seemed to be in their right mind lately-including herself. The last thing she wants is to be attacked, and her chances against that mass of bulk are near zero. She chooses to go in the opposite direction, towards-what appears to be-a hallway specifically dedicated to elevators.
She never felt so happy of wanting to be in an elevator and rapidly presses the up button. A ding sounds and one of the metal doors slide open, revealing a man within it. Her heart almost stops from the sight of him. Whatever is on his head cannot be called a face. Its like someone had taken a cleaver and whacked away at his face, leaving alone the eyes, and his top lip is gone as if ripped off.
"'ello miss. Goin' up?" he says in a weird voice, like he's gargling water and trying to talk at the same time.
"I am…are you getting off?" Naia says, wondering why he would ask her for 'up' when that was the only direction they could go.
"Gettin' off? I'm the operator miss." He definitely isn't the elevator operator. Most prisoners Naia has seen have completely rid of their prison uniforms yet this man not only has his on its clean. And she isn't boarding the machine with him on it; trouble practically oozes from him.
"I'll catch the next one."
"Ya sure miss? You don't mind the gentleman behind you takes your spot?" 'gentleman' Naia thinks, peering behind her. A shriek erupts from her throat at the sight of the massive fiend who used to be her patient. She rushes into the elevator, pushing any button and chanting for the doors to close. The monster cocks his head,
"Do I know you?" he says, just before metal doors completely block him from view. Naia lets out a breath of relief as the machine begins to rise.
"Ya know, I don't appreciate you doing my job for me miss."
"Sorry." She says.
"I'm guessin' you're not goin' to the main floor?"
"What?" she looks to the elevator's button pad, and wanted to palm her face at seeing the lower level button highlighted by red- she'd forgotten this building has a basement, she just didn't know these Murkoff jerks had built another one directly below it. She tries to push for the first floor, but the prisoner suddenly becomes aggressive. He grabs her harshly and pulls her back,
"Nope. You only get one stop." He sneers. And when the metal doors open he pushes her out.
"Fucker!" she yells at him, and fumes when he laughs.
He would never forget finding her sitting on that man, inside of him, riding him like it was her only purpose in life. At first he was too surprised to say anything. They were so busy in the heinous act they hadn't noticed his presence. So he closed his own bedroom door, and stood there, trying to process if his wife's betrayal was a dream or reality.
He opened the door again, hoping he was being delusional, but the man and his wife were still there, screaming and fucking like there was no tomorrow. He didn't say anything, couldn't say anything for he suddenly lost his voice, and his eyes refused to look away. Here was the woman he had worshipped like a goddess incarnate, screwing another man as if he were her god.
Eventually they both came into each other, and eventually his existence became known. Of course the man was angered that her husband had come home sooner than expected. Of course she was shocked and was yelling at the other man to "GET OUT!" as she swiftly covered herself. Eddy let the other man leave. He was stiller than a statue, as his wife was on her knees before him, apologizing, crying, and begging for forgiveness.
"I love you baby, he was nothing, he was just something to pass the time." She explains in between sobs. He looks down at her, no longer seeing a pure woman. She was tainted now, filthy even.
"How long?" he says calmly, though the tension building inside him was near its boiling point.
"That doesn't matter baby, I-"
"How long woman?" he sneered,
"Two…Two months." And the memory seizes as Eddy slams a hammer into a man's torso.
"You're all the fucking same!" he screams, continuously stabbing and gutting the deceased man, letting the blood gushing and squirting onto his skin fuel his rage.
"You're nothing but stupid, disgusting, sluts! You're whores! You're the garbage of mankind!" he fumes all insults he could think of. And when there is nothing left of the body but mesh and bone, he throws the tool across the room and screams until his voice becomes hoarse.
He sinks to the ground, hating that his eyes swell with tears. He didn't want to cry, not over her, not over someone so despicable and piggish. The memory continues from where it paused. He stood before his kneeling wife, feeling terribly numb and cold, as if he'd been sitting in a tub full of ice.
"Say something darling, please. I don't like silence." Pristine cried.
"How could you do this to me. I did everything for you. I live for you."
"I know you do baby, and I'm sorry, so so sorry-"
"-Sorry won't cut it." He seethed. And the memory fast forwards. He killed his wife and her 'man', butchered them in fact. And specifically disposed of her body by feeding it to his dogs, because she was no better than dog food-just like his mother. Something truly snapped within him since then.
Eddie abused his excellent ability to charm others.
Many women fell under his alluring spell, not knowing they would be taken, restrained, tortured, possibly raped, killed and fed to his dogs just like his first wife. Each he thought was the 'One', and the luckiest survived for more than a week. But none could appeal to his blatant insanity. Nothing they did was ever good enough.
"All the same." Eddie whispers to himself.
Chris knows he has seen this woman before. Where? He can't quite pin point that. But the woman is definitely familiar. Short black hair, grey eyes, olive-tone skin; he's seen it before. He takes a moment to think. He remembered her face and her voice and her touch and her scent, he remembered his time in the military, he remembered being committed to this hellhole for the criminally insane, he remembered coming to the basement, and he knows memories are missing. Everything between his admittance and coming to the lab is somewhat of a blur. He shakes his head, hating that he's let himself become distracted. He has a job to do; there is no time to dwell on the familiar.
"Have to contain it." He reminds himself. He's completely cleared the laboratory, not a soul is left for the Walrider to possess.
"On to the next." And he presses the button that would summon the elevator back.
A/N: Thanks for all the super nice comments, i know its been a while (like a long while!). I hope every one had a safe and fun new years!