~•Okay, so this may sound silly, but am I the only person who has a hard time writing stories in a third person point of view, and especially with fanfiction? I think after this chapter, this story will be told from Karsyn's point of view. I'm not entirely sure yet. Let me know what you think, comments are appreciated! But I'm done rambling now, so on with the story!•~

Miles and Karsyn came to, their eyes fluttering open slowly.

'I'm-I'm still alive?' Karsyn thought, relief washing over her. She needed to be alive, needed to get out alive. Her son needed her.

'Thank God that ugly bastard is gone,' Miles thought, thinking of the demented man who tossed them through the window. He looked to his left at Karsyn, who was looking straight up, her head tilted to the side. Miles followed her gaze, jerking slightly in surprise, looking right into the crazed eyes of a bald man, crouched down and wearing a Priest's outfit. It seemed as though he'd been watching two of them for a little while.

"And who are you two, then?" The man asked, his head cocked, though Miles and Karsyn both knew that he wasn't really expecting an answer.

To them, he looked insane, like he wasn't really even seeing who he was speaking to. And truthfully, he probably wasn't.

The two of them didn't know if they should try to get up and run or if they should stay put. Who knew what the crazy priest would do?

They watched in confusion as the man looked upward, raising his hands to the sky.

"I... I see. Merciful God, you have sent me some Apostles. Guard your lives, children, you have a calling." He said, looking at Miles and Karsyn, who continued to stare at him like he'd grown carrots out of his ears.

Then, just as quickly as he'd come, the strange man left, leaving the two of them dumbfounded and nervous.

Miles stood up slowly, wincing and groaning.

"I've cracked a couple of ribs at least. Not only do we get thrown, we come face to face with a doughy looking man in a Priest's outfit. We're off to a terrible start." He said, irritated and dusting himself off, pulling tiny shards of glass out of his skin.

Karsyn stood, wincing as her back and hip popped, pulling small shards of glass out of her hands and a few out of her face, noticing that hers and Miles's clothing was slightly torn, and the two of them were bleeding a bit.

"No kidding. And that big guy.. He is insane." Karsyn said, shuddering as her mind replayed them being thrown.

"Let's just find a way out of here," Miles replied.

"We have to access Security Control to unlock the main doors," Karsyn inquired as they looked around the lobby, their faces going pale at the sight of the bloody, mutilated bodies that lay in the floor. There was even one slumped over in an office chair behind the front desk at one of the computers. To the left and right, there were computer labs.

Looking up, they noticed that only one chandelier was on, slightly illuminating the dim room.

"Look there," Miles said, feeling disturbed as Karsyn's eyes followed where his finger was pointing near the ceiling.

Her mouth hung open as she read what was written in blood, the letters smeared: PROCLAIM THE GOSPEL.

"We need to get out of here," Karsyn replied, eyes wide. She and Miles both knew that staying here wasn't a good idea. She would try to find more opportunites to support Noah. But this, this was too much.

"You go to that computer lab. I'll look in this one. Let's see if we can find anything that will help us," Said Miles. She was scared, but he was too, and they both knew they needed all the help they could get.

"Okay," Karsyn replied uncertainly, heading to the computer lab on the left while Miles took the one on the right. They weren't searching around the labs for very long before Miles called out.

"KARSYN, COME HERE!"

Upon hearing this, Karsyn left the computer lab she was in, running into the one Miles was in, bumping into him in the process.

"Sorry," She said as she righted herself, embarrassed, "What's wrong?"

"I found a patient report laying here. On a Chris Walker. From what I read, he's the big guy that tossed us like a bean bag. And some things about a Morphogenic Engine." Miles replied, frowning and handing the document to Karsyn, who put it in her bag.

"What's a Morphogenic Engine?" Karsyn asked, her eyebrows drawing together.

"That's what I'd like to know," said Miles, "There's also a door leading out of the computer lab. But you have to walk through a puddle of blood. Just wanted to give you a heads up."

Karsyn looked down as she followed Miles, nearly gagging as they walked through the blood, tracking it across the linoleum floors, hearts jumping in fear, neither one wanting to think about the source of the blood.

Upon noticing the man in the wheelchair, they stopped walking, Karsyn nearly running into Miles's back.

"Do you.. Do you think he's dangerous?" Karsyn asked quietly, eying the man before looking back up at Miles again.

The wheelchair man made no sound; nor did he acknowledge if he even heard the two of them in the hallway.

"I'm not sure, but there's only one way to find out," Miles whispered back, slowly inching forward, Karsyn right behind him. They were surprised when the man paid them no mind, just staying hunched over in the wheelchair, his body twitching.

Going through the door, Karsyn and Miles heard a TV's static scream before noticing the three men watching the TV, dead expressions on their faces. It was as if they didn't see Miles and Karsyn there. The two of them were disturbed by the men that were on the chair and couch. Their faces were horribly disfigured, and the man on the couch brought his knees up to his chest, burying his face in them as Miles and Karsyn made their way through the door on the opposite side of the room.

"They survived whatever happened here, but nobody's home," Miles commented as they headed into another room

"No doubt. Poor guys.. What happened to their faces?" Karsyn began, feeling the contents of her stomach begin to creep up into her throat as the metallic smell of blood hit them.

There was a key was in a dead security guard's pocket, his body slightly hanging over the back of the office chair he was in.

"Poor guy.." Karsyn mumbled sadly as Miles carefully took the key.

"I'm not sure how he died, I don't want to know, but I at least hope it was quick," said Miles, stepping back from the body.

"Same here.. Let's just go.. It's hard to tell what else we'll find in this place." Karsyn replied.

Only one thought remained in their minds:

'What happened here?'

Soon, they were back in the hall, and Karsyn screamed when the man in the wheelchair suddenly lunged forward, knocking Miles onto the ground.

"THE DOCTOR IS DEAD! RIP THEM CLEAN! YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!" The man wailed as Miles shoved him away.

Karsyn helped pull Miles back onto his feet, where the two of them

watched, hearts pounding, as the man quickly crawled against the wall, curling into himself and muttering quietly.

Then, feeling disturbed and without another word, the two of them quickly made their way to the Security Room.

"This place is insane!" Karsyn yelled as Miles pushed the door open, making his way over to the security system.

There was a single keyboard, and the layout of Mount Massive was displayed on multiple computer screens.

"I agree, but complaining isn't going to help us any. If we're going to survive, we have to remain calm," said Miles, sitting in the office chair and pushing buttons on the keyboard, hoping to get the main doors unlocked.

"Miles, look," Karsyn stated, ignoring his comment as she pointed at a computer screen on the right.

There, on screen, was the man in the Priest's outfit. He looked at the camera briefly, seemingly staring right at Miles and Karsyn before pulling the lever, cutting the power in the asylum.

Once again, Miles and Karsyn were left in darkness.