Ch:14
"there goes all your work and research." the shadow standing tall next to dame spoke.
"that was partially my research, but never my work. They wanted faster results from me. I told them they couldn't rush science. Since I wouldn't work faster, they demoted me and I was replaced. Now look where its gotten them. A useless and now destroyed pile of rot and bolts. I could have made it better, actually given it a brain to think with. Not so easily fooled by simple tricks of being lured." dame spoke with hatred.
"now that we have him separated. Should we grab him?" the shadow said with a grin.
"no, I am in no condition to fight. You'll just kill him like the savage you are. I need to lure him to Barker with no trouble. Besides, it'll make me look better and more promotable." dame grinned.
"what about me?" the large shadow asked.
"you can be like my office pet." dame shrugged off.
"as long as I stay by your side." the voice said happily.
"eech." dame groaned with annoyance before going to follow Waylons trail.
Waylon wandered for hours. The exhaustion in his body catching up with him by feeling sore.
"maybe the bridges were the other way?" Waylon though. Stopping and looking at the thick forest around him and the wide canyon. Waylon rubbed his face and head to ward away sleep and his returning headache.
"oh, there you are. You wandered far from the burning bridge." dame said happily as he walked up to Waylon from the shadows of the forest. He startled Waylon from his sudden appearance.
"jumpy, arnt you?" dame asked.
"you would be to. Experimented on by insane doctors and forced to live in vents. Staying arms length away from insane patients." Waylon stated, on guard around the acquaintance.
"i can relate." dame grinned, his burnt arm to his chest.
"we were used for target practice. You had to be smart to live. Even smarter if you wanted to grab necessities. Why give supplys to targets for burning?" dame said.
"so how did you get your necessities?" Waylon questioned.
"stealing, or other things." dame answered.
"like cannibalism?" Waylon said in a serious tone.
"for some, yes. I could never stomach it though." dame said.
"mm." Waylon replied, still a bit nervous around dame.
"your a bit lost." dame said.
"i am not. I know there's bridges somewhere on this canyon I can cross." Waylon said, annoyed as he was reminded of his situation.
"you cant cross the other bridges. There almost as destroyed as the bridge that was burnt down." dame said.
"and what do you suggest I do?" Waylon asked with a bit of aggravation.
"come with me. I have a place to hide near here. From there you can rest a bit and ill show you the way to the other side." dame spoke with a grin.
Waylon took a breath and a pause. He wanted to get back to the safe house and before Eddie woke. He would be pissed just as artisan said and come hunting for him. Waylon didn't want that to happen, but he was exhausted.
"... where and how far is your hideout?" waylon asked, sighing.
A man stood nervously in front of a pair of steel doors. He had to break the news to Barker that his experiment was destroyed. He swallowed down his sickness, bringing up his shaking hand to knock on he door. He knocked a few times and waited.
"come in." Barker spoke with a annoyed tone. The officer opened the door, having to force it a bit and push a dead body away. The officer looked at it, seeing a few bullet holes covering the body. There were a few others littering the room. All were other officers that brought bad news to Barker.
Barker sat at his desk, in the dark room. Only lighted by the light coming in from the hall. Barker had a glass jar in his hand, a fresh clean one. Showing clear visibility of the jars contents. Two fresh eyes, making the jars liquid a little red with blood.
"why are you here?" Barker asked in monotone, steadily rolling the jar back and forth on his desk.
"... the experiment was destroyed." the officer said hesitantly. Barker paused his rolling, the last one being a bit to strong and sending the jar rolling off the desk. Smashing apart when it hit the hard floor. The pair of eyes left on the floor in a pool of liquid and shattered glass. One eye seeming to stare at the officer in a almost judging manner.
"...uh." the officer spoke, breaking the tense silence. Looking from the staring eye to Barker. Barker stared down at his desk, silent.
"... they weren't very pretty. … I just felt I needed to add to my collection. Its been a long while since I have." Barker spoke in monotone. Looking from his desk to stare at the officer. The long unbroken stare was making the officer even more nervous. he swallowed before speaking again.
"d-do you want me to give out orders?" the officer said nervously.
" … yes. Bring me a map of the entire town and its outskirts. We must have missed something. A place they are hiding. … there not in town, but having gotten to any city's. So they must be near by. Tell everyone to form searches and watches. Around the clock, on every street. No one is allowed outside there homes. Anyone caught is to be immediately executed." Barker commanded.
"yes sir." the officer said before quickly leaving. Taking a breath of relief when he was away from barkers view.
Waylon stood out of dames "home". An old abandoned shack. Covered in moss, vines, and pine needles from the near by trees.
"why don't you come in?" dame asked from the door way.
"i need the fresh air." Waylon lied.
"you mean, space to run? I cant and wont hurt you. You know that, don't you?" dame said, trying to pressure Waylon.
"i am fine out here. Besides, its almost morning and ill leave soon anyway." Waylon stated. Asserting his idea to stay outside.
"i mean you no harm. Its not healthy to stand in the cold." dame said, a little annoyed at Waylons reluctance to enter.
"ill stay out as long as I want." Waylon snapped, no longer tolerating to be bothered inside.
"its very rude to snap." dame growled, losing his patience.
"its rude to pester people." Waylon growled back.
"... get in the house." dame demanded in a serious tone.
"or else what?" Waylon challenged.
"ill have your legs broken." dame threatened.
"id like to see you try-" Waylon spoke, the last word knocked out of him as his legs were hit with something metal. He was knocked to the ground, pain shocking through his legs. Not broken, but definitely hurt. Waylon let out a hiss of pain as he looked up to what hit him.
Waylon froze and stayed laying on the floor. It was another patient. Massively tall and bulked just like another patient he saw once at mount massive. He was definitely taller then Eddie and a lot stronger too. The large beast of a patient yanked Waylon off the ground as if he were a scrawny rabbit.
"better do as he says." the patient commanded in a deep voice.
"don't break him yet. We need him alive for barker." dame said. The tall patient grumbled before harshly dropping Waylon to the dirt. The drop hurt Waylons legs even more. Finding out just now what he was hit with. A long narrow pipe with a sharp twisted end. Probably ripped right off of something from the hulking patient.
"when do we take him?" the tall patient asked. Waylons eyes widened, remembering what dame said while being held.
"you cant take me to Barker! What do you think that will bring you?!" Waylon said.
"my place back in my facility. I was like you, working for Murkoff. That's why I have the burns, not from target practice. The price of my life's work and research." dame spoke with pride.
"till it was stolen from me and I was demoted to being a research pawn. Murkoff really wants you for the Walrider project. If I bring you back, they'll have to take me. Especially after that failure of a experiment." dame spoke, full of hatred and pain of his downfall.
"he'll kill us." Waylon said.
"WHAT DO YOU KNOW! you never took your place! you could have been part of a great system, but you made it fell by sending those damned emails! I knew my place and I was respected in my position!" dame furiously growled down at Waylon.
"PLACE IN WHAT?! The cruel experimentation on souls who could barely understand themselves or barely there surroundings!" Waylon snapped.
"at least they had a purpose! they were useless to society till Murkoff obtained them! They served a greater purpose of power to civilization." dame growled.
"your just like the monst- GAH!" Waylon yelled out in pain as he was stabbed in the lower part of his leg.
"watch your tongue boy. I don't tolerate name calling of my love." the tall patient growled with a grin.
"DONT call me that! I am not your love you thick headed boar!" dame yelled angrily.
"yes love." the patient grinned, ignoring the insult. Dame let out a groan of annoyance and anger.
"i am going inside to rest. Watch him out here. Since he was so keen on staying out. We'll take him in the morning." dame tiredly spoke as he headed inside. The sky was just beginning to turn a deep blue as morning began to arrive.
Meanwhile Beth had no luck in new hide outs. Artisan came back alone and when Eddie woke soon after learning of this news was furious. He barged out the front door, ignoring his painful leg and the burning sensation from his injured arm.
"you can go out there now! Murkoffs running everywhere." artisan said, running up next to Eddie.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Eddie snapped, almost stabbing his knife into artisans gut.
"you're a damned fool if you go out there! Waylon was fine when I left him and hes probably still is!" artisan yelled at him.
"yes! YOU left him! you left him out there alone! how dare you! I SHOULD SPILL YOUR BLOOD ON THE GROUND! but I don't have time to waste on your revolting hide! WORTHLESS!" Eddie roared at him, forcing artisan to step away to avoid Eddies reach.
"he'll be fine on his own!" artisan yelled back.
"what do you know?! WHAT DO YOU KNOW?! THINK YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT MY DARLING! I WOULDINT HAVE LEFT HIM! I WOULDINT HAVE ABANDONED HIM!YOU NEVER CARED FOR HIM! PROTECTED HIM! I AM MORE RELIABLE THEN YOU EVER COULD BE, MAGGOT!" Eddie said, chasing after artisan as he threateningly got close.
After chasing artisan for a moment, Eddie was forced to stop. The searing pain in his leg locking up the muscles. He shut his eyes tightly and stood still to ride out his pain.
"see! you could barely chase me. How far do you think you'll get if you need to run?" artisan questioned. Eddie let out a deep growl.
"i wont run." Eddie growled with a deep glare of hatred. He slowly turned to limp away.
"stubborn fool." artisan said to himself.
"we have to go and search again for a hideout." artisan said to Beth.
"there is no hideout." Beth stated.
"there's gotta be somewhere." artisan sighed as they headed inside.
The blue sky grew dark and grey as a storm grew, the sound of rain heavily pouring down. Eddie refused to be slowed down by a little weather, trudging through the forming mud. If anything the weather helped. It cooled his burning arm and numbed the pain in his now bleeding leg.
He knew if he wanted to track Waylon, he needed to hurry and get to the bridge before the prints were washed away. He quickened his pace into a running speed. The numbness helping greatly with making his leg tolerable. Although, this may mean his leg had been shot out from the sudden stress. Eddie was not going to tolerate slowness now, not even from his own leg.
He ran till he reached the bridge. Panting heavily and standing before the burnt bridge. His leg bleeding heavily enough to form a small pool in the rain caused wet road. Eddie shook his head to keep himself focused away from pain, confusion from loss of blood, and the possible fever he was growing.
He looked around the area letting out deep hotted breaths that could be seen in the cold air. He needed to get across, but how? He took in a deep breath before running towards the edge of the burnt bridge. He leapt and managed to grab onto the other side. Slipping to just barely hanging on from the sliding of mud under his arms.
He took out his knife and stabbed it into the muddy ground. Using it to gain some power in pulling himself up without slipping. He stood at the edge, panting while looking down the canyon side. Pausing when he spotted the wreckage of the dead fire starter. Eddie growled down to it before looking at the surrounding ground.
He found Waylons trail, and a couple others. He glared at the unknown ones, seeing one was much larger then Waylons and the other trail.
"murkoff?" Eddie thought with a glare. He tossed the idea aside.
"why only two alone?" Eddie questioned as he began to track them.
He followed there trails, a few hours passing by before coming upon a old rotten shack. Eddie took a deep breath to collect him self when he saw blood pooled on pine needles covering the dirt.
"how dare they! ill spread them open across the dirt in a rain of organ and blood." Eddie growled in his head, following the trail again.
Waylon sat shivering under a pine tree. Water leaking between the open areas of pine needles. While dame relaxed inside and the patient sat under the dry porch. Dame opened the door approaching the large patient.
"morning love." the patient grinned at dame. Dame just gave him a mixed look of annoyance and disgust.
"just get up you dumb warthog. We need to start moving." dame commanded.
"are you sure? Maybe you should eat first." the patient said with concern.
"no! I hate eating damn human meat." dame growled.
"you'll get used to it love. it'll make you stronger." he spoke happily. dame just gave a grumble as he began to walk. waylon was forced up to walk, having to ignore the hole in his leg.
"why do you talk to him like that? I wouldn't say that's very smart." Waylon asked dame, talking about the large patient behind them both.
"Vorick is a mindless love sap he wont do anything to me. He was used in experimenting and attached to me, clinging like a leech no matter how hard I batted him away. I loved to burn things, especially people, and he always liked his human meat cooked." dame grinned at Waylon.
"i was stuck with him, getting weak with no food. Despite the fact that I hate him and I express it. He takes care of me, dragging food home for us to cook and eat. Despite the fact I don't like to eat his preferred diet of human flesh." dame said annoyed. Waylon just let out a noise of disgust, not wanting to hear anymore.
"and I thought my relationship with Eddie was demented." Waylon thought. He sighed, shivering off the rain collecting on his skin.
"god I hope Eddies doing alright. He must be awake now. Probably trudging through the woods somewhere. What will he do if he does find me. He cant take on Vorick even if he wasn't injured." Waylon thought.
"Eddies smart though. I've underestimated his planning a few times before. He'll push himself to find me, but I am sure he'll plan instead of barge in. what could he possibly do in his state though." Waylon thought, worry growing inside of him.
thank you for reading and please comment. =]
sorry if this chap seems chopped/ scrambled. hard to write mutiple different POVs. DX
shortfangirl
oh yeah. XD
cadillacslim3
*jaws theme plays
QuirkyRevelations
yeah, but i always hate making people wait. especially over a few months. DX
Koragg
noooo, hes not gonna be mad at all. XD
and thank you. :3