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The silence is consuming, even for a person like March. He wanders the halls for his prey, his next victim, one willing to fight back; his favourite type of victim. Even with everything March would do without thinking, he's not willing to kill the patients in the Asylum, he'd say it's a waste of his time, but in all honesty, he's not freely willing to take their lives. But now, he was out of people to kill, quickly becoming lost in a thick fog of boredom. He is struggling to find something to do, better yet, someone to kill as he wanders the edge of the Asylum, looking out for the group of Co-Existents he's seemingly grown fond of.
"Tate Langdon. Where did you and your little friends find yourselves?" March says to himself, curling his thin moustache in wonder. "We still have a great depression of business to see ourselves to."
He stares at the suitcase he grasps in his hands, smiling at the item peering through the gaps of the broken clips. Although March enjoys the presence of his new fond self-given gift, he has no idea what to do with it; kill someone with it, or do something much more, productive.
The sound of a gunshot ranges through the Asylum, giving March the knowledge of the exact place of where it came from, which delights him with no pause.
"Ah, this afternoon has just gotten, fascinating," March smiles, preparing his body for the sudden use of his ghostly ability.
He appears at the site the gunshot came from, making himself disappear out of sight from anyone around that area, making him feel a lot stealthier for once. He leans down, opening his suitcase, revealing the item he knows could be made of use, but then his attention is taking elsewhere, around the corner of where he stands.
"You son of a bitch," Kit snarls.
March smiles at the sight; Tate laying on the ground with a bullet wound on his throat, Jimmy knocked unconscious, and Kit protecting Grace, while holding a handgun at a man wearing what looks like a human leather mask, and, the man appears to have Lana as his hostage. He presses the button on his item. Kyle remains leaning down, his fingers on Tate's pulse, a rifle laying beside him and broken pipes in his pants.
"Oh c'mon, your not completely surprised, are you Kit? I mean, you didn't think I was going to help you get out, did you? I was going to keep you here, so the truth couldn't come out, the truth of who bloody face really is. I killed your precious, negro Alma, I killed Lana's precious Wendy, I've murdered so many girls, and I let you take the blame. And now, you're going to watch as I drag this little one away, take her away from this, and she'll be gone, forever."
"If you fucking hurt her!" Kit yells.
"Shut it!" Thredson growls. "Or I'll shoot your new precious Grace."
March watches the man as he slowly backs away from the remaining members of group, unintentionally and unknowingly towards him. But March doesn't commit any action, he just watches the terrified Lana walk away with the man with the mask and the gun, chuckling to himself for an unknown reason.
"That malicious cunt!" Kit screams, catching March's attention again.
"What are we going to do, Kit?" Grace cries, a tear rolling down her face.
"We're going to find and rescue her, we're not leaving without her, I promise," Kit says. "We're going to wait for Tate and Jimmy to wake up, and then-"
"We're going to kill the motherfucker!" Kyle finishes, cocking his rifle in an anger only March and Tate could understand.
The serial killer watches them as they seemingly prepare for the worst of the worst, something they could've done in the beginning. Everyone is being tested, and March can see that clearer than spring water, he can taste the chaos in his mouth.
"Interesting," March smirks vigorously, staring down at the tape-recorder that had recorded everything in the situation. "Superbly interesting."
Jimmy woke up after an hour of being unconscious, now the group is waiting for the ghost to wake up from his slumber. Kyle is becoming vexed and impatient, he wants to rush and save Lana, then, he wants to butcher Thredson, just like what he planned in the first place. Kyle isn't a murderer, but he is a protector, he's spent every moment loving and protecting his Zoe since he met her, it's the only thing that keeps him sane, keeps him from losing his mind and going on a murder spree similar to Tate's. Jimmy was being patient, and so was Kit and Grace, to their surprise, stress is the only thing that could make their situation worse.
"How long do you think it'll be before he wakes up?" Jimmy questions.
"I don't know," Kit replies, his hair muffled up in stress. "But I hope it's soon."
"He better hurry the fuck up," Kyle growls, sliding his fingers along the edge of the axe's blade. "This is an Asylum, not a daycare for fucktards."
"Kyle calm d-"
Tate violently gasps for air, interrupting Grace's speaking. Tate's eye wobble, struggling to stay open, but his teeth grind together like a rabid wolf. He uses his arms to pull himself up off the ground, spitting the dust and dirt off the edge of his mouth, then, he flails his head in the air and back to the ground, slamming and cracking the ground in a blind rage. Jimmy begins to walk towards Tate, but Kyle shrieks, stopping him from doing so, for the sake of his safety. He then pulls his hand up, clenching his fist then crunching it into the ground, causing an ever bigger dent in the tiled floor. Tate lets out a scream indescribable to most people, a scream you'd hear only in a horror movie, a scream only the wildest of beasts can commit, a scream of the worst of anger.
"I'm going to TEAR HIM APART!" Tate roars, lifting himself up and pushing a part of the balcony off, showing off the strength he wields in his sheer rage.
"Tate?" Kyle sighs, breathing slowly. "He's taken Lana."
"WHERE IS HE?!" Tate snarls, dark tattoo-like marks fading on and off his skin, catching the attention of Kit.
"Tate? What's happening to you?" Kit questions, staring at the tattoos constricting Tate like a python.
Tate's face goes grey, he knows exactly what they're talking about, it's happened before, and it's happening again. Tate feels it grasp his mind, caressing it with evil thoughts and a lust for murder, he hates it. His eyes begin to become drawn to his allies, but this time, with evil thoughts and rage, a need to kill. His body shakes as he begins to lose control, and his scares him, let alone the rest of the group. That's when his own reflection catches his attention.
Suddenly, Tate is in his own world; he's alone, and it's quiet. He walks towards the reflection peering from the mirror, staring at the sight of himself, not knowing the rest of group stare at him like he's crazy. He's letting the tattoos take him over, as well as the madness that comes with it. He tries to think of anything else, even Violet, but nothing seems to save him from the mesmerising face that stares at him through the mirror. It stares back at Tate, tattoos covered its face and smile.
"That's right, you're just like me," it says, smiling at him.
"I'm nothing like you," Tate snarls.
"Sure you are. You're violent, disgusting, and you try to be a hero, but you fail at it. Every time, you just fail, you failed Violet, and you failed Nora."
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Tate gasps, gripping his temple in pain.
The reflection just laughs at him, hysterically and crazily, loving the pain its evil influence is causing on Tate's, but Tate is ready to react.
"Is he okay?" Jimmy asks the group, his rifle ready to open fire if necessary.
"I don't know, I've reacted in rage, but not like that," Kyle states, staring at the tattoo on his ankle. "But nobody go near him, just in case."
"We should be able to trust him," Kit stops, staring at the now mesmerised Tate. "He's protected us through this entire ordeal, he's still Tate."
"We need to get Lana," Grace steps in, her voice in a ordering tone. "With or without him."
"We need him, Grace," Kyle snarls, placing his axe on the ground.
Tate lets out another scream, breaking the mirror in a thousand pieces with his bare fist, causing blood to drip from the newly formed cut. The tattoos begin to dime down once again, revealing his perfect pale skin to the world once and for all.
"Last time I let that control me, now, I'm in control," Tate scoffs, staring at the group with firm. "Sorry about that, we can go now."
"Let's go then," Jimmy agrees, cocking his rifle and taking point, beginning their journey to Lana's rescue, and Tate's hopes, is Thredson's end.
The group isn't fucking around, not anymore, they've been through too much, been fucked around too much, even Kit has had enough of the bullshit. Kit and Grace are taking point, looking around for the signs of the basement that leads to the tunnels, and finally, with luck. Tate had gone missing while the rest of the group looked for the entrance to the tunnels, the entrance to freedom, and revenge. Night has finally swallowed the Asylum, and this could only mean one thing; more danger, more trouble, more death.
"Found it!" Grace squeals, calling the group over to the staircase.
"The tunnels?!" Jimmy questions with excitement, getting up off the floor, using his gun to lift himself up.
"Yeah, finally found them," Kit answers, kicking open the door to the surprisingly already open door. "And this door is already open."
"Fucken' hell," Kyle laughs, rolling his eyes. "TATE! HURRY UP!"
Tate appears in the room in a blink of an eye, his blue jump-suit torn, his right hand holding a cleaver.
"Where did you find that?" Kit asks, staring at the weapon he's never seen in the Asylum before.
"The kitchen safe, never torn the door from the hinges?" Tate jokes, pointing out the obvious to Kit and the rest of the group.
"Funny," Kit replies, dark-eyeing him while he cocks his handgun and walks inside the dark basement. "Scared of the dark, Langdon?"
Tate scoffs at Kit's words, remembering how dark Murder House used to be, especially alone, hidden away from the rest of anyone else's eyes. Grace is the second person to enter the dark, Kyle following her, then Jimmy following him. Kyle is already seen as the fearless one in the group, always taking charge when needed, always making sure the group is safe. Tate wishes he could be like Kyle, but then again, Kyle wasn't always the way he was, his story; is ragged and stitched together.
Tate takes his first step into the dark, reliving the nightmare he used to live in during his time in the depths of Murder House. He's hated the dark ever since, but he manages to hold himself together for the sake of the group. Kyle's eyes adapt to the dark in an instant, and for an unknown reason. Kyle manages to see through the darkness, using the moment to successfully guide the group through it, contemplating whether or not the enhanced sight is a side effect of the magic Zoe used on him. Kit and Grace stay close together, holding hands as they trotted through the thick blanket of darkness, not their most romantic moment, but certainly their safest. Jimmy remains quiet, too quiet, if it wasn't for Kyle's sudden ability to see in the dark, the group wouldn't even know if he was still there.
"How far is it? I can't see shit," Jimmy states, his weapon accidentally knocking over an old beaker.
"It's right here," Grace says, slowly opening a door, revealing a more lighted area of the Asylum, an area lighted by the moonlight; the tunnels.
The tunnels are quiet, and not as long as Kit and Grace remember, but they have to let that noticeable factor, this is about saving Lana's safe. Kyle and Tate rush in front, something that Kit knows isn't the safest thing to do.
"Kyle. Tate. Stop," Kit begs, taking a step forward, tripping over one of the stones in the tunnels, and firing his gun accidentally.
The sudden sound of the gunshot frightens everyone, even making Kyle and Tate jump at the sound. The gunshot echoes through the entire tunnel, and towards the woods, the one place outside of the Asylum, where nobody wants to be.
"What the fuck, Kit?!" Tate screams, dropping his cleaver in a nearby mine-cart.
"I'm sorry guys, I'm so-"
Sudden squealing growls can be heard from the woods, like something is coming towards them. Kit looks at Grace, suddenly remembering, something chased them back to the Asylum, something that seemed to have wanted to eat them. Kit rushes out of the tunnel, holding his handgun out in one hand and Grace's hand in another, suddenly ready to kill, which catches the attention of the rest of the group. Tate grabs his cleaver, staring at Jimmy as he cocks his rifle a last time, and Kyle as he quickly slides the blade of the axe against the cart to sharpen it.
The three Co-Existents rush out of the tunnel to join the group, ready for the battle that seems to be about to occur.
"What's going on? What's out there?" Kyle asks, demanding an answer.
"Dr Arden, he has these, pets. We've never seen them, but we have heard them, and seen what's left of their food; humans. What I know, is they're not human, not anymore," Kit explains. "And that gunshot just gave away our position."
"Prepare to fight for your fucking life," Grace sighs, pulling a hatchet from a nearby bush.
"Where did you get that?" Jimmy asks, his rifle pointing towards the woods as the sound of scurrying becomes clearer and louder.
"You have your skills, I have mine."
"So, we're going to have to kill these things? How many are there?" Kyle interrogates, rubbing his finger against his axe. "Actually, don't tell me, I like surprises.
"Let's do this, c'mon!" Tate yells, seeing the shadowy figures form in his sight. "C'MON!"
None of the group knew it from the start, but saving Lana's life, was about to become a lot more, threatening.
