There he was, Raphael. His assistant was seated in the wheelchair similar to the one he was tied in. Marks formed on his face as he stared at him. A relieved grin on his face as he stared at him. Miles stomach twisted slightly as he got him out of his bonds. Holding his shoulders, he tilted his head to the side. Then he asked,"Where the fuck did that freak go?"

"I don't know, he was pissed when he saw you weren't here.",Raphael answered. Gently grabbing his boss's shoulders as he stared him in the eye. Looking over to the door, he added,"I think he went to search for you on the other floors."

"I'm not...I'm not entirely sure.",he continued. That freak doctor could be anywhere. Which meant they needed to leave right then. Taking his boss's hand, he noticed something off about it immediately. Looking down, he noticed that Miles was missing his pointer finger. Lifting it up, he asked,"D-did he do this to you?"

"Yeah, he did. I don't know if he has them on his person or not.",Miles answered as he showed his other hand. The ring finger was missing from it. They had to find them in a little while. Hopefully find them later and save them. When they get out of Mount Massive, find help, and get to a hospital. For now, they were going to have to avoid the Doctor. So they started heading out of the room. Hiding under a nearby bed as they heard footsteps. The pair watched the door as the strange Doctor came back into the room. Mumbling some nonsense about hating quitters. Both kept quiet as they watched him head towards the bathroom. Probably going back to either torture Raphael or use him as bait. They carefully got out from under the bed as they heard him screaming. Angrily shouting,"REALLY? FUCKING REALLY? THAT LITTLE SHIT TOO? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?"

"THAT LITTLE RAT FINK QUITTER!",he bellowed. Both ignored this as they started heading out of the room. Silently shutting the doors behind them as they walked along. Raphael silently checked the elevator. Cursing quietly under his breath as he realized it needed a key to work. Of course it would. Why would this be easy? While he checked the elevator, Miles checked the nearest door. Groaning when he realized it was blocked by propane tanks. Turning to his assistant, he froze when he heard doors opening. Followed by Trager calling,"Hold up there, Buddies!"

For a few fleeting seconds, he thought they were caught. Until he spotted the open vent in the corner of his eye. Motioning to it with his head, he hurried over to it. Raphael following after him as quickly as possible. The pair quickly got into it as they heard the Trager calling after them. Shouting at them to get out of the vent. Like either were seriously going to do that. Getting out of the vent, they spotted Trager coming into the hall. Both ducked into the nearest room and hid under some beds. Keeping quiet as the Doctor came in. Checking under beds for them but blissfully not seeing them. Trager said,"Hey, no body likes a quitter!"

Neither said anything as they continued to move to the other room. Doing their best to not disturb the other 'patients' tied to their beds. Raphael and Miles keeping low to the ground to avoid detection. While they slunk around, few patients acknowledged them. Others didn't seem to care they were around. Doing their best to ignore them, the pair hid under a bed. Miles considered moving until he heard Trager's footsteps. Something jingling as he walked. Trager seemed to be patrolling the halls for the pair as he looked around. Mumbling things to himself that he didn't really care for. Then it hit him, they needed to distract Trager to get to the other door. Carefully, he turned to Raphael as he whispered,"I'm going to close the door. You make the guy with the broken leg talk."

"Hopefully he'll either go around or come into the room.",he added. If he came into the room, they could sneak past him. Close the door behind them then run through that door. Hopefully get to another vent and sneak into another room. Raphael nodded his head in agreement as he slipped out the other side of the bed. Miles carefully slipped out from his side then crept up to the door. Silently shutting it as Raphael spooked the man with the broken leg. Who screamed at the top of his lungs how he was telepathic. And that he'd kill him. Both of them quickly slipped under beds to hide from Trager when he came in. A few seconds later, he came into the room from the other side. Checking the 'patient' that they'd disturbed. Visually checking him over as he asked,"Any specific reason why you're screaming, Buddy? You can't still be in that much pain, can you?"

The patient said nothing in response. Just giving little whimpers of fear as he stared at the Doctor. Who merely shook his head as he insulted him. Then went over to check other patients. As well as look under their beds for Miles and Raphael. Getting frustrated when he couldn't find them quickly enough. Heading out of the room, Raphael slipped out from under his hiding spot. Miles following suit as they headed out of the room. Right for the door. That was unfortunately blocked by propane tanks like the other door was. Raphael kept watch as his boss started shoving it out of the way. Wanting to be sure he could warn Miles in time.

Just as Miles got the tanks out of the way, he spotted Trager. In a quiet voice, he said,"He's coming. But I don't think he sees us."

No sooner did those words leave his lips did the Doctor perk up. Head completely focused in the shorter man's direction. Grin growing on his face as he shouted,"BUDDY!"

A scream erupted out of him as Miles grabbed his wrist. Both started running through the door towards another vent. They hurried towards it with the Doctor hot on their heels. Miles quickly gotten into the vent first. Having let go of his assistant's wrist to do so. Soon as he was in it, he held his hand out for Raphael. Just as he was getting his upper body into the vent, Trager grabbed his calves. Nearly dragging Miles out as he yanked on him. Keepng his grip on the shorter man, he said,"C'mon now, Buddy. It's not so bad. Your friend there is doing fine with eight fingers."

"You'll probably do fine with eight too.",Trager added. Yanking on him once again as Miles yanked forward. Raphael struggled hard against him. Kicking him as hard as he could to get away from him. Trying to pull his foot from the Doctor's bony grip. It took a few tries before he finally managed to free one leg. Kicking Trager in the jaw as hard as he possibly could. Knocking the taller man off balance. Making him land on his ass. Miles quickly pulling him into the vent with him. Soon as they were both in the vent, Raphael dared a glance downward. Smiling slightly when Trager spat out a few of his teeth. Hissing curses as he glared daggers up at them. Quickly turning away, they made their way out of the vent. Down into a bathroom that looked like it'd seen better days. Sadly, it had nothing particularly useful or any more batteries. So they moved on to the other room. Nothing particularly useful in there as well. Aside from a few good hiding spots. Miles went to another room and found a key hanging in it. One that looked like it could be to the elevator. Or, he hoped it would be to the elevator. When he took it off the nail, scissors started breaking down the door next to him. Causing him to jump and hurry back to his assistant. Hearing Trager shout that he found them.

That they weren't getting away from him now.

Both of them hid behind a mattress that was on its side. When Trager came into the room, he started checking under beds. Vaguely reminding Raphael of a parent looking for a monster to give their kid peace of mind. While he was distracted, the pair quietly tip toed past him. Shutting the door behind them. Then going the direction that the Doctor had come through. Closing doors behind them to get to the end of the hallway. This time, Raphael started pushing the propane tanks out of the way. While Miles stayed on alert for the Doctor. But nothing happened when his assistant got the tanks out of the way. He still shut the door behind them as they headed to the elevator. Putting the key in as soon as they got inside and pressing the button. While it went down, they heard the Doctor's voice. He said,"I'm not giving up on either of you!"

In horror, they saw Trager opening the gate from the other floor. Soon as he got it open, he started swinging the scissors at them. Miles gripped his wrists. Struggling to push him out of the way as Raphael kept to the side. Eyes widening as he watched the Doctor fall forward as Miles fell backward. All the while, the elevator kept moving. Instead of pulling himself out, the Doctor kept swinging at them. Right until he got squished between the elevator and the floor of the next floor. Causing him to drop his scissors as he screamed in pain. Dying not too long after. And for a few seconds, neither man said anything at all. Unsure of what to say about what just happened. Miles was the first to get up off the floor. Helping Raphael up, he asked,"Wanna know how to make Trager juice?"

"Step one, squeeze.",Miles stated. A grin coming to his face as he started chuckling about it. Only stopping when he saw the look on Raphael's face. Looking completely uncomfortable as he stared up at his boss. His laughter stopped as he asked,"Too soon?"

"Yeah, two seconds later is too soon.",Raphael answered. Setting his hands on his hips for emphasis. Miles quietly apologized as he looked for a way out. Noticing the hatch just above their heads. He quickly pulled it open and they climbed out of it. Heading through the hall, they got to a set of stairs. Then hurried down it to squeeze through a gap then out a door. Out a huge hole in a wall and Raphael spotted the Priest, Father Martin. A wave of anger washed over him as he ran over to him. His boss barely keeping up with him as he ran. Slamming his fists against the glass, he screamed,"YOU HORRIBLE FUCKER! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! WHEN I GET YOU, I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!"

"YOU HEAR ME, YOU FAKE FUCKING PRIEST! YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!",Raphael threatened. But Father Martin didn't seem upset or scared. His face was rather calm as he stared at them. A small smile coming to his face when Raphael settled down. Or at least stopped yelling at him. In a soft voice, Father Martin said,"I'm sorry for what had happened to you. But you're fairing better than most of that maniac's patients."

"...meet me outside, we've much to do.",he added. Turning and heading out of the building as quickly as possible. It took everything in Raphael to not continue to curse at him. Instead he followed Miles as he tried to find a way out. Hoping that he could punch the priest as soon as they caught up with him.

Getting away from the cannibal was proving harder than they thought. He seemed Hellbent on having the both of them. Despite the easier prey around them. Waylon wondered just what made him so interested in them. Shoving those thoughts aside, he kept his grip on Elliot's hand. Giving him a reassuring squeeze as they made their way down a hall. Finding a strange passageway as they did so. Elliot let Waylon go first and carefully followed after. While they hurried along, they noticed the automatic doors were locked. And as they passed it, someone smashed up against the glass. Begging them to turn off the gas. Whoever it was said nothing else as they walked away.

They did their best to get to the gas room. Having to out sprint the cannibal once again. Soon as Waylon got the gas on, they headed towards the way they came. Sprinting from the bloodied man as he screamed at them. Telling them that they were his.

Both of them ignored this as they made their way to the doors. And hurried outside. Once they were out of the building, Waylon saw the cannibal leaning out of the window. Screaming that they had been his. He ignored this as he dragged Elliot towards the prison part of Mount Massive. At first, he was hesitant to go there. As he worried the inmates would come after them. But Waylon assured him that they were going to be fine. And that the inmates were more focused on their things then them. It didn't really assure him but he went along with Waylon anyway. Not like Elliot really had any other choice. He wanted to get out and go home after all.

Just as they got into the prison recreational block, they saw two men. Both seemed to be twins holding large knives. Commenting about how nervous they looked like. How they wanted to kill them both. Waylon just whispered,"It's going to be okay. We're not going to die here..."

Elliot couldn't say anything as he followed after him. When they got through the gates and passed another corpse. They found themselves face to face with the twins. Who were strangely naked. Averting his eyes, Elliot whispered,"What is it with people and taking their pants off?"

"I dunno...just ignore it, okay?",Waylon asked. Trying to do his best to ignore them as well as they walked along. Heading towards the basketball court, they witnessed men playing with a head. Calling them names as they carefully tried to pass them. Only shoving them as they headed off the court and up a nearby ladder. When they went up a second ladder, Elliot asked,"Why are we going here for, Waylon?"

"There's a short-wave radio in here.",Waylon answered. Turning to him, he continued,"We get to that and contact the police."

"They come here, save us, and we can go home.",he added. Going home. Oh, he wanted that more than anything. Even if he was just going back to an empty home. It was much better than this horrible place full of monsters. And he could possibly get justice against his cousin for this. Put her ass in prison where she belonged. The idea of getting back at her gave him enough courage to keep walking. Not getting attacked once as they finally got to the radio. But as soon as Waylon got it turned on, someone beat him with a baton. Then beating the radio until it was nothing more than little pieces. Elliot tried to help Waylon get off the ground. But the man smashed him hard in the stomach. Making him groan in pain and curl up in a ball. Trying to keep his arms over his face to protect himself. Which wasn't necessary as the man turned his sights on Waylon. Pinning him to the floor as he hissed things about not playing along. Not going with what he was supposed to. About to kill him when they all heard smashing noises. Followed by someone shouting something. That made the man get off of Waylon as he said,"Do me a favor and just die here, Park."

With that he hurriedly disappeared from both their sights. Waylon hurriedly got to his feet then helped Elliot up. Wiping blood from his nose as a dead body was thrown through the door. Both men hurried behind the white board as a mutilated man came in. Snorting and huffing as he looked around. Going over to the broken radio to check it out. While his back was turned, both Elliot and Waylon started running down the hall. A second later, they heard loud footsteps thudding behind them. Neither checking as they hurried away from the large man. Hurrying past someone painting with blood on the wall. Quietly telling them something that neither paid any real mind. Dropping down a hole and navigating a few hallways. Having to run away from the mutilated man once again. The pair hurried past an electric plant and into a place Waylon hadn't seen before. With someone speaking to themselves about something. Or, more accurately, about someone. And sacrificing a person to him.

When they got over a wall, a person stepped forward. Doing various voices that had made Waylon believe there was more than one person. Elliot gripped his hand tighter as they ran from this man. Jumping over blockades and climbing up another wall. Hurrying to a set of stairs. The man behind them saying something that he didn't entirely catch. But he had this strange feeling that he was happy the men were going down the stairs. Which lead to a strange room full of sewing machines. He hadn't remembered hearing about this during his tour. Nor did he remember reading about this. Instead of lingering on it, he just kept walking forward with Elliot. Who was still clinging to him from the frightening situation from before. It took him a little while to calm him down as they walked. Only to have that progress ruined by the horrific sight they stumbled upon.

Two men's bodies mutilated to look like a birthing scene. The smell alone almost making him vomit as he pulled Elliot from it. Who was just positively trembling as he tried to not look at the scene. When they were far enough away, he said,"We need to split up and check the doors. If one of them is open the other needs to get the other's attention."

"Okay?",Waylon asked. It wasn't a wise decision. But he knew that Elliot could outrun whatever made the horrific show. And so could he. Elliot chewed his bottom lip before nodding his head in agreement. Letting go of his hand, he hurried to one door. While the shorter man went to the other. The one Waylon tried was locked. The one that Elliot tried was locked as well...but there was someone behind it. A very tall man dressed in make-shift gentleman's clothing. His scarred face seemed to light up when he saw Elliot's. Smiling from ear to ear as he said,"Darling!"

Moving away from the door, Elliot went to hide from the man. Waylon following suit. As he had heard the strange man's voice. A few moments later, he heard the door being opened. Followed by the man asking,"Did I frighten you? I'm awfully sorry, I didn't mean to."

"I was just so excited to be seeing you, Darling.",he said. His voice sounded awfully sweet. But Waylon wasn't a fool. That man was definitely dangerous. It had to be him that the man from earlier was scared of. Who made that gross display. And who was after Elliot now. The Groom called,"Please, come out from hiding. I just want to love you."

"Let me love you.",he continued. As he started looking for Elliot, the scrawny man quietly crawled around. Trying to get back to Waylon and towards safety. Just as he started heading towards him...there were hands on his hips. Gripping him tightly as a voice said,"Here you are! You had me so worried!"

Squirming, Elliot tried pulling the man's fingers off. Pull away from the large man with a scarred face. But nothing was getting this man to let him go. In fact, it just annoyed him as he pulled him into his arms. Holding him close with one arm and his arms with another. With a stern voice, he said,"Now, now. There's no need to be scared. I'm not going to hurt you."

"I'm just trying to love you.",he added. The look on his face was that of a disappointed Dad. It made Elliot even more scared as he started walking with him. Glancing around for Waylon, he spotted him under a nearby table. Mouthing the words,'Help me!'