Thanks guys and gals (and dragon) ? I never knew dragons could read)), RedFireCandy, Nachobeats823, Otto Burn Quietly, Harbachuklesss, babygirl2580, Madara547, Aclockworkkatelyn, DragonKnight4000, Person P, Sky the white dragon and Baka12345 for coming by. We'll begin your...Wait I am no Trager. Yeah so I've finally discovered Twitch, I'm under the name LoneFemSangheili I play the crap out of Outlast so drop by and come for a chat and listen to me go mental on Insane difficulty. So the twins have turned up on the scene, this should be good. How is Taylor going to get out of this one? Pretty simply right? First I thought lets have Taylor get mad and kick the taller twin in the balls but y'know she'd probably get rekt by the smaller twin. (That's what I'd do)
Influenced by Three Days Grace - Pain and Evanescence - Tourniquet (I had a weird day dream of a music video set in Mount Massive and all the known variants were playing an instrument and performing this song. Damn, I'm mad)
"Unhand her now you brute!" Eddie hollered as he approached the taller twin, but the twin's grip got tighter and the blade got closer.
"Not until you give us what we want" The taller twin asked, as always in that uncanny calm tone they both had.
"I don't have them, I burnt them... And for God sakes put some clothing on" Eddie tried to calm down, his voice hesitant and unconvincing to the twins, but what needs to be calmed down? what exactly do they want? and what the hell is that thing sticking in my back?!
"I did hear correctly from your brother, the father burnt to death? What possible need do you unintellectual beings have with those files?" Eddie stepped back and the smaller twin held his shoulder, Eddie quickly brushed it off and stepped away "Don't touch me. Maybe we can work out some sort of deal?" he spoke almost shuddering.
"Maybe. The priest is dead, yes, but we do what we want now. And the doctor is staying with us" The taller twin replied as he pushed the machete a little harder on Taylor's stomach.
"Ow, Don't worry about me" Taylor winced as the twin moved his hand from her mouth and put it across her neck and held onto her shoulder, like a hug from behind only from a more that creepy psychotic patient. The blade was pressed hard, deliberately to make her react and make Eddie bend to the twins will, any harder and her skin would be cut and blood would spill.
The worry on Eddie's face was all to serious, not in the slightest scripted at all, he might even have to resort to violence if the situation turned against him completely "Okay then, this way" he spoke, defeated, still looking away from the bare flesh. Eddie turned to lock eyes with Taylor who was struggling against the taller twin, visibly dwarfed by him she stood no chance if she got away.
"I shall stay" The taller twin smirked as he looked down at the woman he had trapped in his arms, Taylor groaned in disagreement.
"Not with her you are not" Eddie said angrily still trying to conform with the twins.
"Yes. I. AM" The taller twin growled as his twin shoved Eddie through the door. That was very rare for one of the twins to go out emotional on their own.
Stumbling forward and leaning on the door frame he retorted aggressively " I told you don't touch me" near shouting, but stopped as he composed himself walking out into the corridor away from Taylor, she could hear him continue to shout "I don't wish to be in contact with your filth!" she would laugh if the predicament wasn't so severe.
"What do you need those bits of paper for?" Taylor spoke slowly as she could feel the Taller twin's chest rise and fall as he breathed, it was scary that their slow breath was almost synchronous, the ambience of the atrium was less unnerving that being of this proximity to one of the twins. The hanging bodies, not even swinging, the stench, the blooded floor, splattered and smeared and dull and dried. The draft making hairs stand on end, Taylor kept closing her eyes for longer and longer, keeping herself calm, many wrong moves could me made and the right one could get her even more hurt. Just stay put eh? you're gonna get yourself killed, pet she thought.
"it was the priests last wish before the apostle left to end it all. Although he called them lies he figured if we put them all in one place, someone may find them, we may still have the chance of freedom" he spoke shifting lightly as he tightened and loosened his grip on his machete. Taylor was pretty sure now what that thing was she could feel on her back. Why?! I'm sorry but... just why!
Taylor was uncomfortable "Can you let me go? just a little please? I kinda need air to live" she tried to joke to keep her spirit up, the awful imagery that came with being captured like this, not nice. What they said when Trager let them out, are they going to put that into action? I bloody well hope not, c'mon Eddie hurry up.
So I am supposed to wait for brother? how annoying. "You never complained about Walker. So why complain about me? I can literally hear your disgusted thoughts" He questioned, not even fidgeting like she was, he just tiled his head to the left of Taylor's.
"What?... I...No It was never like that with him... Ever... At all... Who even said that?" Taylor said annoyed as she grasped the twin's arm trying to pull it away from her neck.
"That one" The twin was on Taylor's level now, back hunched and painting his machete at Snow's deceased guard.
"They were liars" Taylor sighed still struggling, the twin was putting a little more on her than she could handle.
With Eddie
"You touch nothing in this room. Understand?" Eddie looked away from the smaller twin, disgusted, and the utter lack of intelligence felt like he was talking to a child. He paced over to Harper's desk and opened a draw, the documents just sat there, they weren't meant for the outside world, they should be burnt. Placing the files on the desk he looked in the draw and seen his.
"Is that all of them?" The smaller twin asked as he stood observing Eddie's drawings, staring quite confused.
"Yes that is all" keep away from here you oaf "I hate to ponder what your brother is doing to my darling" Eddie shut the draw with a frustrated slam, why do I torture myself with bad memories?
"Nothing. Share. Both together or not at all" The twin took the files off of the desk and gestured for Eddie to continue through the door.
"You wont dare to do such things to my darling" Eddie threatened "Not while I still breath" his heart began to beat faster, the whole fight or flight mechanism in his body started but quelled as they walked back towards the atrium, What is tat? Sobbing. Darling?! Eddie ran the rest of the way and stopped when he seen the taller twin cutting diagonal on the top of Taylor's right forearm. She was on her stomach, splayed out with the taller twin kneeling on her.
"Get off her now!" Eddie barked his stance defensive, rather than aggressive, but his voice didn't carry the warning that was meant.
"How unfortunate for your early return" The taller twin shifted his machete into his other hand and gripped Taylor's wound roughly, leaning on her slightly and getting a short, painful scream from Taylor.
"Only unfortunate for you" Eddie said under his breath, he grit his teeth as his legs tensed. He ran and tackled the taller twin off Taylor, the brief return of air in Taylor's air ways gave her a chance to recover. She was on all fours spluttering a bit as she glanced over at the two men brawling and scuffing along the floor.
What the hell am I supposed to do now? Taylor shut her eyes tight as her arm gave way, the exhaustion from struggling weakened her, she couldn't even stand up, all she could do was try, expecting the other twin to join in she looked over at him, he was standing with a stupid smile across his face.
"you stay thee doctor" he spoke without even taking his eyes off the violence unfurling in front of them.
The scuffling had stopped and as Taylor assessed the situation she attempted to stand again, but the taller twin had recovered faster than Eddie, he grabbed the back of her neck and dragged her across the floor, a lot more roughly than what a bitch would do to her puppy when picking it up by the scruff of its neck.
"She's coming with us and that's final" The taller twin spoke harshly with less breath, seems they gave each other a good beating, it was rare to hear on of them losing their calm tone a little and it was a bit funny.
"I will not have you take her away from me. Take me instead of her, she deserves none of this" Eddie also struggled to get up, he stumbled as he went to lean on the pommel horse, taking a glimpse at Taylor in the grasps of the taller twin.
"You can't accommodate our needs " The smaller twin said as he still held the documents talking at Eddie.
"I wont scream, cry or moan for either of you" Taylor said in a low tone, she couldn't really speak with a massive hand clamped around the back of her neck and the pain of her forearm wasn't making it any better. She grit her teeth, I've really asked for it now.
"That, for someone of mall size will be difficult" The taller twin release his grip and allowed Taylor some breath again.
"She is quiet brother" The smaller twin spoke as he watched Taylor struggle sitting up straight, her right side was smothered in blood.
"Stop it" Eddie was getting his breath back too he was clutching his side as he walked away from the support of the pommel horse.
"There are many ways we could make her scream" The taller twin spoke again, Taylor scrunched her face up, I don't want this to happen
I have been submissive for too long "You, let her go now or there will be consequences" Eddie paced forward, his voice and posture confident, trying to get the twins to leave Taylor alone.
"No consequences. Your threats are hollow" The smaller twin spoke, still clutching the documents tightly.
"You are not the only one who possesses the ability to kill" Eddie continued, his voice becoming rougher, he was stepping closer and closer to the twins.
"The odds are against you" the smaller twin said as he looked at his brother, ready to drop the files at any moment and pummel into Eddie.
A harsher breeze travelled through the doors again. Taylor lifted her head and peered around, the twins glanced at each other but continued on
"Leave..." that flanging voice again, The Walrider. Who do you want to leave? You told me earlier I wasn't allowed. "Twins and... Leave..." the voice echoed, and it got cold. It takes a lot of energy to talk but it takes even more to manifest, and where?, Taylor didn't know.
"The walrider" The smaller twin smilled giddily again
"No force will be necessary , we will leave" The taller twin's calm voice looked to have returned but glancing at Taylor with a growl of disappointment he continued with "I think I have lost my appetite" They then paced to the door which they broke earlier and the back outside.
"I too do not like to work so hard for something that will be... difficult" the smaller twin said as they walked away.
Running towards Taylor and kneeling in front of her as she kept a contempt face, Eddie was fretting. "Are you okay? we must get these wounds clean" he said frantically holding her arm and putting the other round his shoulder "Lets get you cleaned up, darling" he smiled even though his heart ached to see Taylor so... so violated.
They walked through the corridors again. All the same such a repeating design, it would be easy to get lost. No light was entering through the almost blacked out windows of the vocational block. Guiding Taylor to bathroom Eddie filled up the sink and took off his gloves, shoving them in his pockets. Taylor stood staring at the ground humming an eerie tune, until Eddie took her arm and pulled her towards him.
"Hush now, darling" Eddie said quietly "This may sting a little" dampening a cloth he cleaned Taylor's wounds, she grit her teeth and muffled her swears into her hand. A fresh bandage was put over the four regimental wounds on her arm.
"we're not finished yet" Taylor said as she took the cloth and cleaned her face and were else the blood had smeared upon. Eddie reached for the plug but Taylor stopped him and grabbed a fresh cloth she then ran it under the cold tap. She reached up for the bloodied side of Eddies face, he tried to move her arm away but she swatted it aggressively, he digressed and let her clean him. Where the blood came from she was unsure, he just had scars under it and some broken skin, but she knew that it was what the engine does to the body.
"Don't be afraid to leave, darling" Eddie spoke as he dried off his face.
"I'm not. I'll just have a lot of things to do when I get out. Can we just drop this subject?" Taylor spoke backing out of the bathroom with Eddie. She wandered over to Harper's desk and placed herself down on the large armchair, running her hands up the leather arms. looking down she seen that there was a draw open.
"I'll come with you" Eddie spoke and his soft tone reassured Taylor "As confusing as all women are, and I know you won't give me a straight answer to this, but are you alright?" he added but realised how much of a weird sentence that was, he was standing square in the middle of the room.
"I AM fine... well a bit... And us 'women' are complicated to you 'men' because you 'me' have two states of mind angry or horny" Taylor said as she opened the draw and pulled out a file. Passive aggressive or not Eddie found humour in the way Taylor stressed 'men' and 'women'.
"And what about happiness?" he asked, but he walked forward to catch Taylor holding his file.
"It's a denomination of horny, doesn't count" She replied seriously as she relaxed in the seat and flitted through Eddie's file, pulling out the first recorded consultation he had she read through it.
"Why?..." Eddie asked but never got to finish his entire sentence.
"It helps me to put other things on my mind" Taylor spoke still engrossed in reading." Anyway way, why do you still have this file?" she asked looking over the top of the paper at Eddie, still with the child-like emotions?
"...Happier times..." He coughed at the end, slightly loosing himself again " They hold the only photos of my father that are probably still existing" Eddie sighed "It's difficult to hat a family member. There's still a tiny bit of unconditional love between family, even if its never shown. No child is an accident. Our emotions, mind, body. The whole soul aches for the ability to love and be loved" he continued. That was on the philosophical level. So heartfelt.
"You still must leave, darling, even if it for the best" Eddie took the file off Taylor a little too harshly.
"We've had this conversation before, I want to stay" Taylor stressed her voice, her tone pitching with the possible hurt she would feel leaving Eddie to rot and wallow in his own misery. "You give me that file Eddie, I don't want you to hurt anymore than you already are" Taylor held her hand out gesturing for the file.
"Fine, here" Eddie flitted through the file again taking out the pictures he only wanted to see, remember, feel. He dropped the pictures and closed the draw properly this time. Curiosity still overcame Taylor and she tried to peek even though the draw was now closed. Why do I want to look anyway?
"Thanks" Taylor picked up her lab coat and the folder. I'm going to find him for you Eddie, and I'm going to grill him on your behalf.
"You promised me something, darling" Eddie smiled as he extended his hand.
"Ah yeah" Taylor smiled back, she had no energy to have a waltz (slang for dance, not THE actual waltz) but then again she never knew she'd enjoy it as much as she did. The dress didn't seem as bad this time and nor did the walk towards the atrium. "I can't help but love the music you listen to" she smirked as Eddie held her by the waist, their interlocking hands was the symbol of unity and the to feel the warmness of his hands without those irritating gloves was a weird niceness.
"You're actually not that bad at this" Eddie said as they moved with the music.
"Women don't lead" She replied, filled with confidence because of the compliment. He was right a few fumbles at the start but fine all after, moving as one. Ending in a embrace and kiss. It wasn't a patient-doctor relationship anymore, well it hadn't really been normal since the examination. It was... well... different.
...
Ten minuets or so later Taylor had all of her usual clothes back on, blood soaked black tank top and splattered jeggins and an even worse for wear lab coat.
"Come on then" Eddie said getting up immediately from Harpers chair. I do not wish to push you away so fast, darling, but I think we both need a little rest he thought as he see Taylor frown. Delving into his pockets he got his gloves out and put them back on slowly. Taylor frowned again and had a little grumble to herself, she liked the feel of his warm skin on hers.
Passing back through the same corridor over and over again got boring. The exit however was somewhere new. It was nice to see the word 'exit', too good to be true and really filling Taylor with hope of seeing the sun again. Walking through the gate there was a loud metallic bang. Eddie had shut the gate in Taylor.
"I thought you were coming with me!" Taylor exclaimed, visibly annoyed as Eddie put the key in his pocket. She pushed herself against the mesh gate clawing against the wire to no avail. "Come with me" Taylor said sadly, but her plea got her nowhere, Eddie just left the gate and Taylor. All alone.
What Taylor didn't know was that Eddie was still there and out of her field of view, gently leaning against the wall holding his head. Holding his tears, he wanted her to leave but he couldn't bear her to go, something dark clung to him and made him stay and abandon his betrothed. Leave her. Eddie clenched his hands and flattened him self against the wall trying not to let his emotions get the better of him. He heard Taylor smash repeatedly against the gate, almost reminding him how his father didn't like locked doors in the house/ When it stopped he made sure he wasn't seen by her when he walked back to Harper's room. And what is ones best way at releasing your emotions?, sadness?, anger?, stress?, frustration?... Thrash out, have a shouting match with yourself.
With Taylor
Defeated and more than emotionally broken Taylor wandered the corridors, feeling aimless but knowing she was so close to getting out. This time she was filled with hope. Light. Actual. Natural light shone through the window, peering out of it she seen the chapel on fire, she didn't know whether to be happy or not. One of God's houses was burning to the ground, meh, what the hell is God when you're in this place? she thought. Taylor held her injured arm. Through all of this what has she came out with? A hole in the hand, a bruised near-dislocated shoulder, a cut across the face and a sliced forearm. I think I was safer in Afghanistan, she smiled because she knew she was right. But the light wasn't long lasting, it was time to back into the unlit corridors, to only navigate by the touch of a wall and the sound bouncing off of them. The closer she got to the exit the more she felt frightened, not because of the returning darkness but who was in it, the male ward to be precise. Trager. Taking refuge within the darkness Taylor looked to the light and a body near the lift and it was just that of the experimenting surgeon, thank goodness, he's dead, I praise the person who killed him, she thought as she walked a little faster.
Hearing the rat-tat-tat of rifles, Taylor immediately hit the deck, it was automatic, but scrambling back up and running now, her lab coat flowing behind her. Surprisingly Murkoff Special Security had turned up. Stopping slowly and looking down into the bright lobby there was no one, well no one alive that is, she stepped down the stairs quietly and had an overwhelming feeling of happiness, she'd survived! But it was short lived and for some reason a intense sadness breezed over her, then she felt normal again, she shivered. Damn, what the hell made that mess? She was referring to massive splash of blood covering a good half of the lobby near the doors. Taylor's attention to detail was little, and exhaustion was starting to hit her legs.
"Ooo, that's nice" Taylor spoke as she picked up a watch, a Breitling watch to be precise "I swear this was Blaire's" she looked around for the Murkoff swine, but seen no evidence of him, placing the watch in her pocket carefully she gripped Eddie's file tightly, it had everything about him. Staring towards the double doors and out into the main courtyard, Taylor stepped cautiously, like she hadn't seen daylight in a long, long time. Sun light felt amazing, warm and exciting, Taylor couldn't help but make it down a couple of steps and half collapse onto them as she admired the forested Colorado landscape. It was beautiful, just to sit there and rest, feel good and relax. It's all over. The nightmare of which I thought I wouldn't return from, with my proximity to death being almost overwhelming, I could've become mad, and the horror I've saw*, this must only be a fraction of what the patients feel.
"The horror will not stop" The voice was clear, it was Jace, Taylor sighed at the voice, thinking it was in her head she could only do her best to shut it out and stare into the distance, that was until she noticed the figure beside her. Quickly getting up and looking to her right she was shocked to see Jace, No, no, this isn't... "Don't worry you're not hallucinating" he extended his arms towards her and tried to reach out for Taylor.
"You had your throat cut" Taylor said, alarmed you're a figment of my imagination Taylor stopped realising how irrational she was being.
"I'm not" Jace's voice flanged as he sat down, still fixated on Taylor's reaction of fright and smiling at it. "You wasn't to take revenge on this company?" he spoke his voice continued to break.
How is he answering what I'm thinking? "Yes" Taylor nodded but kept her distance on the front steps of the asylum. She wanted to leave, that instant, there was no reason for her to stay, there was no irrefutable proof of him surviving, but this is Jace, right?
Jace chuckled "You know the story of Billy?" he spoke again as he twiddled his thumbs, bobbing his head a little waiting for Taylor's answer.
"Yeah, but don't you want to get out of here first?" Taylor sat back down, still being cautious around Jace. It can't be him, I'm seeing this.
"I will eventually, but... there's work to be done" Jace shuffled towards Taylor and smirked, putting his arm round her shoulder and pulling her into him, she looked at him happily. How idiotic of you Taylor, you should know better, his eyes were as black as the night sky, getting the fright of her life she tried to shuffle away from him but he grabbed her injured shoulder and clamped down tight. "Sorry for throwing you out of that window, I had to get you back on track somehow" his voice turned back flanging and sinister. Taylor felt a immense shadow od darkness envelop her and a aggressive aura push her own into submission.
"What do you want?" Taylor said feeling a boat load of bad emotions pass through her and claws dig into her shoulders, she couldn't help but look back into Jace's eyes. It was not Jace, Taylor's conclusion was final, she felt as though she couldn't even make a noise.
"I want another host. I want a elegant one. There's only so much a reporter can get away with these days" It's voice didn't change at all, only wanting.
"Do I have a chance?" Taylor asked, struggling as she felt The Walrider release slightly, still trying to look her straight in the eye.
"Yes" It released Taylor fully now, giving her some room, and still stayed in the form of Jace. It stood up looking at Taylor struggling still, she seemed extremely agitated. "Take me with you, and we can help each other" It held it's hand out, black mist looked to outline it and its hand went completely black and looked as though it was made of flies.
"I'm not surrendering my will. No" Taylor regained her stance and picked up Eddie's folder. "I'm not crazy enough" Taylor walked down the steps and headed towards the car park.
"Well you were mentally disturbed enough to see me" The Walrider turned to its natural form and watched Taylor get into her car "You missed out on the trip of your life" it continued knowing fine will Taylor heard it.
Slamming the door on her Dodge Challenger (That's a freaking beast of a car, I want one!) she put the file on the passenger seat and strapped herself in as she turned the key, cursing herself if she got any blood in the car. I hope you're okay Eddie, I really do. staring at her bandage on her hand she wrote down the address clearly on a scrap piece of paper. I'm coming Waylon, I just hope you're still alive.
* I paraphrased this part from Dr Wernkicky's interview the real quote is "A proximity to death, too overwhelming madness. Only a test subject who has had witnessed enough horror was capable of activating the machine" I kinda too it in my stride to have taylor see the Walrider fully manifest and as it is dubbed an 'Alp' I took a bit of that lore and allowed The Walrider to shapeshift.
Please apologise for my absence, I have a lot of work to be doing alongside this. Thanks for stopping by, no, seriously you there! reader! You're a awesome human being. As you can tell we're nearly done about two/three(ish) more chapters (I think) then an alt ending when Taylor took that deal.
Thanks for reading.
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