Chapter VIII:

Never Again

The duo scanned past Victim #1's room of demise and Chloe tugged on Big Guy's arm to stop in second of reflection. Part of her wanted to boast of the accomplishment, the feat managed by a person small in comparison the surrounding competition, a feat that would sure to be a staple in a new breakthrough therapy. Now came second thoughts, in addition to her impersonality towards any form of sentimental human contact with the exception of fornication, a humbling reaction as she played back the encounter staring at the floor. Quickly, she regained her composure and nudged her rather large companion, who had been looking at her the entire time, surprisingly curious attempting to read every emotion. Chloe's suddenly cold stare warded away any speculations and with that, the crimson jaunt proceeded.

Chloe's subconscious escapades continued as well as they walked, lights flickering in and out seemingly symbolic to her attention span zoning from internal confessions to thought-shattering shouts of ambush, chase, unease, thrill all at once. Big Guy by now sick of the silence grunted, his massive hand extending to call the elevator now in front of them. No surprise the doors immediately flung open inviting the two inside, as if a shepherd for liberation, a sweet vacation from the bland walls lined with photos of random accomplished men, no doubt involved in Murkoff's twisted arrangements. Tossing the machete back and forth between her hands with delicate skill, a soft innocent smirk graced her lips eyeing her protector in gratitude. "Honestly, thanks for not ripping my head off or anything. I come in peace…"

I think.

"If you hadn't attacked me earlier and explained what the fuck was going on, I think we could've spared the unnecessary antics."

I think.

Angling her now equipped left arm away from her body, she walked to the elevator control panel located on the opposite side, conveniently next to where he was standing. Fearless in demeanor and maintaining eye contact with Guy, she confidently pressed the STOP button. "This is actually better. And I'm sure we don't have much time. Talk to me and I'll talk to you. Easy?"

Big Guy's initial reaction was to slam this young woman to the elevator wall, violently fling her head into its ceiling not believing a word, a supplement to demons the unstable man already fought physically and mentally. He was on a mission; the Walrider could never escape the walls of Mount Massive. It fleeing the grounds authorized a terrible secret onto the world and Chris Walker assumed full responsibility in do preventing this disaster. All the Walrider needed was a living host who had witnessed enough terror to be inhumane – soulless, emotionless, and no boundaries. Of course, Murkoff went through protocol to protect their biggest asset in a weapon such as the Walrider with Billy Hope as its host. Despite this, Chris relied on his military background and put forth his role in Murkoff's personal executioner. No one could live.

Chris wasn't completely irrational, weighing his options through a balance of pros and cons of killing off the only woman left in the entire building. There was adventure to be sought in this opportunity, he could see it with his third eye. He closed his eyes, only opening them when ready to reply to her. In a low gruff voice, he finally spoke. "I'm not here for peace."

A layer of goosebumps raised on every exposed portion of her skin. Even in a small space at low pitch, his voice seem to penetrate every cuticle on the epidermis and demand consideration. "Established that when you avoided my question. The Walrider?"

Chris bared teeth as he explained. "No one can know about it."

"So that was the rationale you went with when you decided to break down my goddamn door? A rush attack?"

"At this point, it doesn't matter." Chris huffed, looking up and away from her eyes, concentrating on several cracks in the paint on the wall in front of him.

"And why..?"

His gaze remained. "If it's not me, it's the Walrider. You know that."

Her grip strengthened at the thought and as soon as the words left his lips or lack thereof, she drove the machete piercing the wood as far as it would go, with as much force as she could muster. "Let that be an answer to what I know, and that I know it well."

A laugh filled his belly yet the intensity of this woman's nature defined killer instinct. Maybe she would be of more assistance he earlier assumed. "Did you understand what I meant when I said, 'No one can know'?"

Clo nodded. "That includes you."

"But I know about the Walrider. What I don't understand is why the fuck I woke up to a massacre."

Chris hesitated but she claimed knowledge on Walrider, which meant she understood the power it possessed and the abuse precedent based on overall results.

Perhaps an alliance. For now.

"The Walrider is out in the asylum. It will attach to a living host, preferably one free from this piece of shit."

"And pregnancy?"

"Hm. You're still here and nothing yet, huh."

Chloe nodded again. Maybe that's why I'm still alive at this point of the conversation.

Chris continued. "Either way, there's a lot of work to do. It will not stop unless the source is located and neutralized."

"So we just have to find Billy." Chloe muttered, stepping far back and sliding her machete carefully into her waist. Her curls were now being swept back into a large ponytail, a familiar feeling washing over as she nabbed loose strands. This was her go-to move before a blowjob, as she believed it was routine for any woman blessed with a full head of hair. Chris wasn't attractive in the least but hell if she would fight the feeling any longer, especially if she ran into another life-or-death altercation.

"Don't take this personal." Chloe instructed again in front him, this time grabbing onto his blood-soaked slacks. "I think we both could use it." The further she went, the more Chris was awed. Already nervous by nature, the possibility of receiving fellatio after many years tipped Chris to the edge of spechlessness. A passing draft swept by bare legs as Chris lifted his smaller, curvier counterpart's off of the floor and around his waist.

"I'd rather fuck you."

"Even better."

Chris, both surprised and aroused by her enthusiasm, immediately found her equally aroused from the day's events as their bodies met with slow, hard rhythm. Chloe embraced his stiff size as all stress blew away with each stroke. They didn't speak, instead allowing their eyes to meet, heavy breaths becoming synchronized as his chain accessories jingled in harmony. What Chris lacked in lip, his tongue made up for in action trailing across her neck and collarbone. In the heat of the moment, he nibbled on the skin of her breast and a sharp exhale unintentionally expelled in the tone of an "ah." Chris ostentatiously grinned against her skin; he could still make a woman feel good. The angle of his member tilted perfectly to tap the right spots as he pushed her into the elevator wall and before long, Chloe became acquainted with an old friend she missed dearly: an orgasm achieved with another. Breaths modified to shallow in an attempt to remain quiet, her tightness rumbling throughout it, enveloping and breaching his composure as he reached climax.

DING.

Chloe ventured the messy second floor of Administrative Block while Chris separated to survey the first floor again. On separation, the two agreed to work in tandem namelessly for the time being: Chris to exterminate and Chloe to find Billy, slaying only under specific circumstances.

"What circumstances?"

"We shared pleasure, not names. Don't ask me questions."

Upon discovering a couch, Chloe closed the door of the room and turned out the lights. Her head met the cushion and slowly, she slipped in a sexually charged euphoria tingling with the reflection of every stroke. In the middle of battle, Clo met the heavens; she wanted to indulge in this for as long as it lasted. The bloodshed however reminded her that others hadn't the luxury of enjoying such a privilege and Clo closed her eyes in gratitude, suddenly remembering Eddie. Her eyes immediately popped back open as she began to wonder how he was faring. If her last words meant anything to him, especially now during such an ironic and unfortunate outbreak. He had to hold on, for her sake. Her strongest desires experienced back to back ensured she would never be the same woman again. It was official: she murderous sex enthusiast and Eddie's previous attempts to woo required her future attention. Break time was over.

Stay alive, Eddie.

In one room, she found shelves, many of them empty with a third of them stacked with heads. Actual heads of men beheaded at the hands of her previous lover. It was a sight to behold, for Chris did not lie when he said he had work to finish. Chloe tried the light switch to no avail but she could see bodies lying in pools of blood, some headless, others contorted at the spine slouched against the wall. Security guards mostly, their uniforms stained with sweat, blood, tears, maybe even piss; Chloe giggled quietly at the thought as her small feet crossed across the carpet. Trailing behind her were red toe prints others a complete footprint. Yet, she felt no fear or caution of being followed. If anything, Chloe became keen to the asylum's madness, as she mentally walked on air from that divine taste of sex after nearly five months of isolation. Now she felt ready in every way possible for whatever Mount Massive dared to do to impede.

In light of recent events, Clo developed a different appetite, one that actually required sustenance. The only location of food were vending machines back on the first floor and the only other option involved the elevator back down to the kitchen. A few hours passed in between the last time she was there and faintly, hope settled as the doors opened to the asylum's true cemented hell. An alarm blaring distantly piqued her curiosity, setting forth an anticipating investigation in search of something edible through half-lit chambers of previous tortures she missed. Screams were heard no more though she noted the change in decorations: torn plastic veils hung like streamers, red lights whirling in circular bulbs in some areas as if she stepped in a quarantine. But it was somewhere unseen. Maybe Billy was around.

WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRR. WHIRRRRRRR.

Chloe stopped immediately against a wall as she approached what resembled the kitchen. Someone was in there, with some sort of power tool. There he stood, in front of the table once clean, now covered with the body of a fellow patient. A man-made barricade of various furniture prevented sight of the weapon and her stomach coincidentally rumbled in disappointment. The kitchen, iin her opinion, had been claimed.

Where did he get that power shit from? I want one!

The whirring grew louder and suddenly he whipped around, looking her dead in the eye. "I COULD SMELL YOU." Sheer adrenaline flushed her nervous system, propelling it to heightened speeds as Clo gasped and immediately ran back toward the elevator; to no surprise, the whirring gave chase as a door slammed. With no guarantee the elevator would still be there, Chloe devised a back up plan.

Note to self: If a place is too quiet, there's a reason for it.

"YOU ARE MINE, LADY-MEAT!"

Author's Note:

I'm sorry the chapters aren't longer. I wish I had time to sit and write a longer one but developing a plot takes time for sure. I want to give you guys an actual story line. No pure smut one shots (although there's nothing wrong with that.) Quality quantity, so hopefully the chapters are good enough to keep you guys interested. Once I'm finished, I'll more than likely repost this as a story altogether, that way it's a lot easier in the future. But reviews would also help progress the chapters so any input is appreciated!

She finally got laid! Won't be the last. & Just a random: I pretty much imagined Chloe walking around MM singing I Just Had Sex by The Lonely Island afterwards. xD

I'll get the next part up to you guys in the next day!

- FLCN