It was hard to find a spot to hide and patch up Waylon's wounds. But they found it after a few minutes of searching. Elliot was grateful that they weren't actually as bad as they looked. Seemed that the jumpsuit took most of the attack. Which both of them were thankful for. When it was done, Waylon thanked him for his help. Then got to thinking of what he had to do next. There wasn't a lot of options either-all three of them had. As it seemed that Elliot didn't really have anywhere to go home to. Eddie wasn't exactly safe to have out in the open.

And Waylon was sure he couldn't go home right away. If he did, he knew that he'd be followed. That's if he wasn't already. So, he decided that they needed to head to a motel. One that was cheap, hidden, and not ask questions. Waylon arranged his jumpsuit as he tried to think of a few. First few that he thought of were way out of their price range. He also figured that they would call the cops on them. Considering how the three of them were dressed. Along with how much blood was on the three of them as well. Pushing those thoughts aside, he asked,"Anyone have any ideas of where we go from here?"

"I know a place where we can lay low.",Elliot answered. Trying to settle on Eddie's lap as he sat back down. It wasn't easy when the creep put his arm around Elliot's waist. Practically flattening him against his chest. Raising an eyebrow, Waylon made a go on gesture and Elliot continued,"There's this cabin that my Mom used to take me for camping. It's probably still there, in somewhat decent shape, and no one knows it's there but me."

"So I think we'd be really well hidden there.",he added. That sounded promising. Even if it wasn't in good shape, it would be better than nothing. And maybe he could have found a way to get rid of Eddie as well. As he was worried for both his and Elliot's safety. Eddie seemed to like this idea as well. Nodding his head slightly as he petted his 'bride's' stomach. In a way that unsettled both men deeply. They ignore it as Waylon starts the car. Listening to Elliot's instructions to the cabin and taking unpopular roads. Keeping a cautious eye on the rear-view mirror as they drove along. Within a couple of hours, they were at the cabin. Waylon barely came to a stop before Eddie got out of the jeep. Holding Elliot close as he took in the sight of the cabin. Despite how long it seemed that the scrawny man had been there, it was nice. The cabin was pretty decently sized. Most likely could hold the three men easily. And definitely wouldn't be easy for anyone to find. Like Elliot had said it would. As it nearly took them around three or so hours to get there. Eddie kept a firm grip on Elliot's form as he smiled slightly. Clearly enjoying the sight of the place. Looking over at Elliot, he said,"It's quite the beautiful place, Darling. I think we'll be fine here for a little while."

"Not the best place to raise a family. But a lovely place for a honeymoon.",he added. Something that slightly annoyed Elliot but he did his best to not show it. Instead he just grinned slightly as he patted his 'groom's' chest gently. Nodding his head in agreement as Eddie started taking Elliot to the cabin. Insisting that he carry him in. As Eddie explained,"I'm supposed to carry you across the threshold, Darling. It's tradition after all."

'Isn't that for the home that you intend on staying in?',Elliot thought. Put squished it down as he let Eddie take him in. Glancing around the dusty old place with a small smile. God, he missed this place. Sure, it was dusty as all out. But it was still quite lovely. And definitely enough room for the three of them to stay in for a while. The furniture stood under their white sheets like they had the last time he was there. Along with everything else. He hoped that there was still spare clothes in the bedrooms. As he highly doubted that Waylon wanted to stay in the outfit that he had on. Also, Eddie's clothes definitely could use a wash. As the blood on them had dried hours ago. His thoughts were interrupted when Eddie set him down on his feet. Gently gripping his shoulders, Eddie asked,"Darling, where is the washroom at?"

"Oh, it's the last room on the left.",Elliot answered. At first, he wondered why Eddie would need it. But figured it was either nature calling. Or Eddie just wanted to get the blood off of himself. A yelp worked itself out his throat when Eddie picked him up. Heading towards the bathroom that Elliot had told him about. Looking up at him, he asked,"Uh, why are we both headed to the bathroom?"

"Well, I need to wash up. And you're positively filthy, Darling.",Eddie answered. Part of him wanted to argue about that. But decided against that when he realized it'd be a losing battle. And he was too tired to argue with the creepy killer. So, he just went along with it. Figuring it would be nice to get a shower in. While the pair went to get clean, Waylon explored the cabin. Looking for a change of clothes while trying to find out more about Elliot. As he wasn't going to be able to ask him outright. Not with Eddie clinging to the poor man. Something he hoped that he could remedy sooner or later. Putting that to the side, he checked through each room. Looking at the photos of Elliot and an older woman. Guessing that she probably was his Mom. She definitely looked like him. With her dark brown eyes, high cheek bones, and light brown hair. Even seemed to have the same smile as him. They were smiling in every picture that they took together. Some were in places that he recognized easier than he thought he would. Others were of places he'd never seen. But each picture was just of him and his Mom.

Part of him wondered where Elliot's Dad was. But he guessed they probably divorced or something. Figuring he'd probably just ask the scrawny man later. Continuing to check through the rooms, he counted at least three rooms. Two guest rooms that had single beds. And a master bedroom with a huge bed. There weren't any blankets or pillows on the beds. Not even sheets. Waylon guessed it was easier to keep them clean that way. He quickly checked the place for sheets, pillows, and blankets. Finding them in a hallway closet in a huge tote. Heading towards the bedrooms, he glanced at the bathroom door. Hearing Eddie singing the stupid song that he'd sung before. Suppressing a shudder, he went to make the beds. Guessing that Eddie would take the big bedroom with Elliot.

Quickly getting washed up, Elliot kept an eye on Eddie. Which wasn't hard. There wasn't a shower curtain between them. Something that slightly annoyed him as it was making the floor super slick. But grateful as it helped him keep Eddie in his sights. And he was super grateful there was still stuff to use. They may be old but they were better than nothing. When he was done, he quickly let Eddie have the shower. Ignoring the sight of the Groom's naked form. Hurriedly wrapping himself up in a towel. Using a smaller one to wrap around his head as he sat on the toilet lid. Keeping his eyes on the ground as he listened to Eddie singing to himself. While he sat on the toilet lid, he felt his face flush. This was one of the most uncomfortable days of his life. Right next to the day he was admitted because of his greedy fucking cousin.

If it wasn't for her friendship with Jeremy, he wouldn't have been there. And he wouldn't be in the presence of a creepy fucker like Eddie. Wouldn't have almost gotten 'married' to the guy either. Instead, he'd be at home. Having his usual small meal of whatever he felt like. Sitting on his inflated arm chair while listening to his favorite music. But no, she had to fuck his life over. He mentally made a note to get her back for that. Briefly glancing up at Eddie as he thought of using him to do so. Then squishing that idea down. Even if she had forced him into Mount Massive, that would be too far. Elliot knew that she didn't deserve that.

And Eddie didn't deserve to be free. Not after all the horrible things that he had done. What he tried to do to Elliot and Waylon. Who he hoped had an idea of what to do next. As he wasn't entirely sure what they could be doing. While Elliot sat there thinking, he noticed that the Groom finished bathing. Wrapping a towel around his waist as he stared at his 'bride'. Smirking slightly when he noticed the blush on the scrawny man's face. Grabbing another towel, he started drying off his hair. Eddie asked,"Like what you see, Darling?"

It would have been a lie if he said he wasn't slightly interested. Eddie did have a nice body. Despite being a total monster. Elliot felt his face burn hotter as he avoided looking at his Groom. Who didn't seem happy with this. Setting the towel on the sink, he gently gripped Elliot's chin. Lifting it slightly so they were looking eye to eye. Smirk still on his face as their foreheads practically touched. Tilting his head to the side, Eddie said,"Darling, there's no need to be shy. We're married after all."

"You can look as much as you please.",he added. It wasn't technically true but he wasn't pointing that out to him. Instead he just politely nodded his head and gave a slight smile. Repressing the urge to sigh in relief when Eddie let him go. Quickly, he got off the toilet lid and headed out of the room. Towards the master bedroom to look for something to wear. The Groom following after him as he headed towards the dresser. Part of him was surprised the bed was made. But guessed that Waylon had something to do with that. Ignoring it, he opened the dresser and found some of his Mother's old clothes. They probably would be a bit big for him, but didn't care. It was definitely better than walking around in just a towel. Or the dress that Eddie had made for some other poor soul. Glancing over his shoulder, he wondered if Eddie would fit into his Dad's old clothes. As both men were around the same size. Though he was slightly doubtful that Eddie would be okay with that.

Since he seemed so interested in the clothes that he'd made himself. It seemed like the Groom was very proud of his creations. But, Elliot hoped, if his 'bride' asked him nicely to wear them. And tell him how much it would mean to him if Eddie decided to. Putting those thoughts aside, he took out a simple skirt and blouse. Not something that he'd like to wear. But figured it would keep the illusion that he was Eddie's pretty bride. Feeling more uncomfortable as he snuck some underwear from her drawer too. Getting up, he noticed Eddie had turned away from him. Giving him a small form of 'privacy'. Sweet. Over the top and silly, but sweet. Elliot quickly got dressed in his Mother's clothes and headed towards her closet. Opening it, he looked around for some of his Father's clothes. Stuff that his Mom had kept after he had...Elliot shoved those thoughts aside as well. Getting out a simple pair of trousers, white button up shirt, and unmentionables. Heading over to the Groom, he handed the bundle of clothing to him. Giving a slight smile as Eddie stared at him with a puzzled look. Elliot stated,"Your clothes are super bloody and I thought you might like these. Just for now until your normal clothes aren't so bloody."

"I hope you don't mind my Dad's clothes.",he added. Giving a small smile when Eddie nodded his head about that. Taking the clothes from the scrawny man after thanking him. Elliot quickly turned around for 'privacy' sake. Quickly heading over to the closet for clothes for Waylon to wear. Taking out some sweatpants with a t-shirt. He quickly hurried out of the master bedroom. Finding him sitting on the floor of the living room. Looking through the files that they'd randomly found through Mount Massive Asylum. When he noticed Elliot, he raised an eyebrow as Elliot said,"Figured you'd want to change out of the jumpsuit. And get a shower in too."

"I hope you don't mind wearing my Dad's old stuff.",he said. It didn't bother him and Waylon thanked him as he got off the floor. Took the items from the scrawny man and headed to the bathroom to wash up. Doing it as quick as humanly possible. Dressing himself just as quick. Soon as he was out of the bathroom, he headed back to the living room. Where Elliot and Eddie were sitting together. Or rather, Elliot was sitting on Eddie's lap. Both quietly discussing what to do now. Part of him already knew what they needed to do. They were going to need to contact Simon Peacock. He'd help them get to someplace safe. Keep Eddie from them as well.

He hoped.

A few months later, Waylon found himself in front of Simon Peacock. The man told him things that he already knew. Mostly that he and his family were never going to be safe again. Telling Elliot that he wasn't going to be either. That everything they loved and cared for was fucked once they did this. Simon asked,"Are you really prepared for this?"

Elliot nodded his head at this. If it meant possibly getting back at his shitty cousin, he was prepared to do anything. And the firm hands on his shoulders told him that Eddie was too. His 'husband' stared at Simon over his 'wife's' head. Eddie answered,"They've stolen so much from us. They need to be brought to justice."

"Even if it's just something like this.",Eddie added. Pulling Elliot close to him and draping his arms around his shoulders. The uncomfortable look on Simon's face was understandable. Eddie's scars were pretty hard to look at. Even Elliot thought so at times. But he ignored it as he watched Waylon send the video. Waylon turned to him and gave him a small sad smile. This wasn't entirely what they wanted, but it would be close enough.

Two figures stood in front of an apartment door. A man and woman in suits. The pair stared at each other than at the door. It was the former apartment of Raphael Draper. The poor man who'd been gunned down in Mount Massive Aslyum. Neither of them were sure what they were going to find in the apartment. But, they hoped, it wouldn't be anything more freaky than what they saw a few hours ago.