I soon recovered from the vigorous running and got up to look around with Waylon. It felt much safer now than being on my own. But as my adrenalin calmed down, I could feel the deep cut in my back begin to burn and fester as pain flooded in. I whimpered lightly, having to stop and not move as even walking began to inflict more bothersome pain into the cut. The blonde man turned around with an inquisitive look on his face.

"My back," I cringed, not bothering to even point behind me.

He nodded and walked over to me and frowned. "Shit... that's a really deep cut. There probably isn't anything around in here to help that. Damn it. Wait here; I'll go look for something that will put some pressure on it. I don't know, I am not a doctor," he sighed, obviously frustrated. I nodded silently and stayed right where I was.

I wasn't alone for too long since the building only had two rooms it seemed. The walls were border lined with wires, some exposed and lightly sparking. Everything in here was a dull gray and each step echoed lightly.

"Hey, I found- ACK!" He gasped and fell back and I heard another person growl madly. Oh come on now. I went to the other room as quickly as I could but then stopped in my tracks when I saw the creature. It looked like a large mutated rat. One of it's eyes were large almost like a second sagging head that was glazed over with blood running down it. It had rat hind legs but it's arms were long, thin and hairless that were useless looking like noodles despite the very sharp nails on it's finger tips. It made a terrible, inhuman roar making black juices fly from it's crooked maw.

"Dormouse," a voice in my head said simply.

I didn't have any weapons and there was nothing close by. I ran at as quickly as I could then threw my body into it, knocking it over and off of Waylon. He scrambled up onto his feet while I took it's head and pounded it into the ground. The creature hissed and kicked me off; despite it's strong looking legs - I didn't fly very far if at all. There was some strange out of place rage boiling my blood as I jumped up and ignored the stabbing pain in my back and the rest of my beaten body. I looked up at the live wires that lined the short walls... weren't they taller before? I shrugged it off and jumped for a handful, pulling it down just as the creature tackled me down to the ground. With a disgusted grunt, I jabbed the wires and my hand through it's swollen eye.

It screamed in disturbing agony and quickly rolled off me before flailing madly before stopping short. Did I... just fry it's brain. I looked on, horrified at what had just occurred. I looked back at Waylon and he seemed pretty shaken too.

"I... I found some bandages," he breathed shakily. I nodded and followed him to the corner where there was a whole stash full of medical supplies. "It looks like he was hording all of this here," he picked up one of the rolls and began to wrap it over my cut a bit tightly, sitting just under my armpits.

"Thank you," I said, closing my eyes lightly as I cringed at the touch of my cut. "You're welcome," he sighed then looked back at the door.

"We have to keep moving. We'll never find the way out just standing around here." I nodded in agreement to him and followed close by him.

My eyes widened slightly as we passed by the corpse. It no longer looked like the rat creature I fought before but just one of the patients with half of his face almost exposed to the bone with the wires stabbed through his eye socket and exposed flesh. What the hell is wrong with me?

We walked back into the fog rolling air. The night and fog seemed endless in this part of the outside Asylum. He held onto my arm tightly, though of course not enough to hurt me. There was a certain instant protectiveness we had for each other. Not like love in any way at all but the kind of bond between two sane people just trying to survive in this world of madness. To not wind up alone again. We stayed silent but I tried to be his eyes since one of the lenses on his glasses seemed pretty broken. I am surprised his glasses survived at all while being in this place.

I realized that we were going right back to where I had been before and if I knew anything, it was that Gluskin was waiting for us. As we walked through the familiar halls, everything seemed so unnaturally silent and I knew Waylon could feel that this wasn't right either as he swallowed hard and somehow managed to look more nervous.

The silence continued all the way back the the wooden maze with the man that had multiple personalities. The guy I kind of sacrificed to the Groom. It was my turn to cling to him as I helped him get through the maze quickly and quietly till we reached the stairs that descended down below.

"I don't want to go," I paused in my steps, forcing Waylon to stop too.

"We don't have a choice. There's no way back from where I came from and we'd be wasting time trying to do so," he said, trying to sound brave then paused, a worried glint lighting up in his eyes. "This is where that vested groom guys is... isn't it?" Waylon asked but he didn't sound like he actually wanted to know.

I nodded my head. It was damn hard enough getting out of there but having to return was going to be harder. However, the software tech was right, there was no where else to go.

We crept down silently, the stairs creaking only now and then till we reached the floor. His camcorder made a small whirring sound as he switched it over to night vision. I couldn't even remember where I left my own and felt bad for taking the batteries that he could have used now. It almost seemed peaceful in here now that the Groom wasn't running around, raging everywhere. But the peace was not meant to be as the sound of a saw started up and the mad charming laughter of Eddie Gluskin started up. "Thank you ever so much for bringing my Bride back to me. But the wedding is over, she doesn't need a bride's made anymore," he sneered.

Waylon didn't hesitate to start running again, dragging me behind him. With how badly my body had be treated, I was surprised I could still run so well. Game logic.

"You can't run forever!" Eddie shouted angrily as he ran after us.

We got caught up to a door that had a metal cage thing in front of it and I helped him push it out of the way before I closed it hard behind us. It didn't take long for us to ear Gluskin's voice on the other side of the door as I locked the door and he tried to open it calmly.

"Darling! Please let me come in. Don't lock me out here. I am not what you're thinking. In fact... you'd really love to get to know me," he chuckled coldly.

Waylon tugged on my arm to remind me to start running. I looked at him and nodded but felt my heart nearly jump out of my chest as he brought the saw down on the door, starting to cut through it. This seemed to make us run faster than even before. We came into a room where there was nowhere else to go as the other door was barricaded with desks. We hid under the desks as we heard the sound of the saw get closer and closer till we could hear the Groom's voice singing above it. It wasn't the song he had been singing before, no, it was something new.

"Buffalo Gals, won't you come out tonight, come out tonight, come out tonight. Buffalo Gals, won't you come out tonight and dance by the light of the moon?" the Groom sang. Suddenly his saw came down one one of the empty desks.

"I asked her if she'd have a dance, have a dance, have a dance, I thought that I might have a chance to... hmm," he hummed the last part cheerfully as he brought the saw down on another desk, getting closer to us.

"Buffalo Gals, won't you come out tonight, come out tonight, come out tonight. Buffalo Gals, won't you come out tonight and dance by the light of the moon?" Eddie Gluskin giggled then brought down the saw down onto Waylon's desk, making him dodge out of the way as he nearly got sawed in half.

"Ah! So it continues!" he snarled.

I rolled out from underneath my desk and shouted with all the strength I had in my body. "Stop!"

This seemed to take the Groom by surprise and looked at me as Waylon wriggled he way away from Gluskin. "Darling," he said, sounding a little pained. He then caught Waylon's movements from the corner of his eyes and growled. "Darling... WHORE!"

I yelped as I couldn't dodge fast enough and he grabbed my throat tightly in one of his hands while the saw in his other pointed towards Waylon. "I saved you and this is how you repay me? You're so full of... sin. Dirty like all the rest of those fucking sluts. If I can't have you, no one will you cold hearted bitch."

"Shadows all around you as you surface from the dark... emerging from the gentle grip of night's unfolding arms," I sang softly to the beast. He stopped moving as he listened.

"Darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel alone? The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone," I continued; I felt the grip around my throat loosen.

"You don't see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear. It floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier. All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas. The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe," I felt his hand fall to the side, the saw's noise falling silent.

"I will bring a mirror, so silver, so exact. So precise and so pristine, a perfect pane of glass. I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky. You will see your beauty every moment that you rise," I sang. I don't know why I did, though it was a good song by The Hush Sound. It seemed to calm the beast as he let the saw drop to the ground.

I felt his arms gently but tightly wrap around me in a hug, his head resting over my shoulder. "I am so sorry Darling I... I lost my temper again, didn't I?" I couldn't bring myself to hug him back for if I did anything to upset him again, he could probably snap my back or neck right here. I could see Waylon's hand shakily move towards the handle of the saw weapon. Eddie didn't seem to want to let go of his doll now that he had it back into his possession. But he finally did, and quickly, as Waylon started up the saw rammed it into his back. The large Groom stumbled to the side, trying to evade the saw as it cut further into him. I know I shouldn't have felt bad for him but as I watched him fall to his knees, there was a twinge of regret flaring up in me.

Waylon then dropped the saw and began to run for his life. I didn't follow him immediately as I saw that Eddie didn't respond in anger but instead looked scared as blood lightly dribbled from his mouth. "I am sorry, I have to go," I told him as I started to walk away from him.

I didn't get far as he lightly grabbed my ankle but forced me to stop. "Ma, don't leave... he... dad's gunna do something bad to me when you leave," he whimpered like a child, his southern accent much stronger.

"Eddie, I am not your..." I stopped, realizing that he was.. he was reliving his childhood at the moment. "What's your dad going to do?"

"He and Uncle... they... they touch me in bad places and.. and worse. Please... please don't let them Ma. I promise, I am a good boy. I am a good boy Ma," he sniffled.

"Eddie, I have to-" I started then stopped as his grip around my ankle became much harder, making me yelp in surprise and pain.

"Get 'im in the corner! He ain't gunna go anywhere. You have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide," he snarled. Not only was he reliving his childhood but he was going to reenact it.

I kicked him back, making him release my foot as I began to run. He seemed to snap out of it as he called out after me. "Darling!"

Waylon was waiting for me outside of the door and once he saw me, he hastily grabbed my hand and we started to run together. Eddie seemed to forget all about his saw as he ran after us. He called after me, not sounding angry but disappointed and less charming as the facade slowly crumbled away.