A/n: Nawe thank you for your kind words Yuki. Dont worry Blaire will be getting whats coming to him in the next few chapters :)
"None of this was my Fault! It was their fault, what they wanted, what they desired spending nothing more than money and torturing the poor souls caged up in here. Why? What did they expect from all of this? Really did they just think using someone so mentally deranged and hurt beyond resort would be a good idea to give the abilities of a god to? A Super Soldier? They clearly never thought this plan out; they just wanted something without thinking of how to control it properly. All a bunch of idiots!"
It took 262 to slowly wake up in her cell as she now felt that was what this was. The water that leaked from above dripped down onto her forehead as she hissed and rolled onto her side on the dirty ground. It would appear that Murkoff didn't even bother attempting to fix up the air vent, remove it or close it off for whatever reason it was as 262 grumbled and pressed her head against the ground groaning again not wishing to get up. The locks on her doors seemed to click a few times before she heard the creaking sound of the metal door being opened. Closing her eyes she sighed knowing this was going to be some sort of lecture or punishment.
From the door way a voice cooed out to her "Ah Pt.26272 its times for your check up" It was Jeremy Blaire no doubt trying to over through her with charm, perhaps to persuade her thoughts and attitude.
In fact she was almost tempted to make a snarky comment back as she got to her feet noticing her suit hadn't been changed, in fact the stitch marks from that men earlier remained, which told her that it wasn't some horrible warped dream of a planned escape that turned into something else. Some men outside stood with hazmat suits peering around the corner watching eagerly, even Jeremy seemed to be wearing a mask of sorts as he raised his brows gesturing for her to leave the room, he probably didn't have all day to keep up this show of his. Not only that but if she didn't go she knew they would tranquilized her again as she noticed the guns the hazmat guards held, watching her with their beady little eyes as she mocked.
Clearing her throat she walked stiffly in a slow and calm manner, the drugs clearly made her a little dopy like, tired and exhausted as she shrugged entering the dormant hallway that felt more like it belonged in a horror house that was haunted, even the floor was dusty and dirty out here but 262 paid 0 attention to it as she stopped short looking up at the hazmat men. "This way my dear" Jeremy called out as 262 slowly moved away from the guards and followed a step behind Jeremy.
Glaring at the back of his skull 262 huffed following him as she wondered what was going on, what was happening to her and what was this strange black smoke? Part of her brain wanted to believe it was some sort of trick on her mind, something to do with why she was here, a mental illness hopefully. However 262 recalled what that Eddie Fella had said, about an engine, a sphere, a machine and those marks on her body seemed to have been to inflict pain upon her. 262 didn't want to know why as she gritted her teeth, the guards behind her following almost on her heels as she snarled looking over her shoulder at them as she gave them a warning glare.
However her attention was turned back to Jeremy as she heard him clear his voice "I know you have many questions." Jeremy stated escorting her into another check point room as the gas hissed out. Something about being in this room made her feel uncomfortable, like as if apart of her wanted to run and scream in pain. "However I assure you that you will be given all of your answers." The door opened and they stepped into what looked like a strange medical bay.
Some inmates where in other clear cells that lined the walls, some of them looked like they had their head bashed in with visible scaring on their faces or chanting something madly, something called Walrider. The name sounded familiar but 262 focused on being led into a spare cell room wondering if they would restrain her in that chain like the other inmates as she stepped into the room and took in a deep long breath fearing for the worst. Taking her seat she felt the chair lean back, a man approached leaning over her before putting a blinding light before her eyes as she squinted and hissed. "Hold still please" The man had a kind voice to him as she felt something prick into her lower left arm before the man made a displeased sound, almost like a grumble. Jeremy was shuffling around in the background probably watching with those prying eyes of his.
The doctor skimmed over her face quickly taking note to her eyes and asking her to turn her head to the side which she did willingly. "Mr. Blaire perhaps you may wish to look at this." The doctor stated handing something off in the distance. "Its black correct? That's what you were looking for right?" The Doctor seemed full of questions and 262 was wondering what he meant by black, her blood? What was this? She leaned back and tried to look but the Doctor quickly turned back to her and held her head in place firmly as his hands gripped around her jaw. She didn't know why but all 262 could do was grit her teeth at the gesture and control this strange doctor had over her.
"Good good…Take it, analyse it. I want to run one final test." Jeremy stated before 262 felt the chair ease back into its natural form. She was too glad to get up and out of that chair noticing that the vial with blood in it was black; her fears were answered even when the Doctor tried to fish it out of her sight. Jeremy didn't say anything but rather watched 262 studying her with an odd smirk on his lips.
A guard's walkie talkie went off, the voice on the other end was static but enough to cause Jeremy to turn his attention to what was being said. "They brought Hope in, somethings not right…We need you up here to see this we think it's working…" The voice sounded frantic and hopeful as 262 took in a deep breath, this time she was studying Jeremy.
Smirking Jeremy looked down at his walkie talkie before looking up at 262 clearly having an idea of some sort "Come with me, I want you to meet someone." Blair said and gestured for her to follow him, she did so taking one last glance at the doctor that looked at her, his baggy eyes looked at her with sorrow, she didn't know why, but she was hoping her questions would be answered as Jeremy had promised.
Clearing her throat she strutted up to Blaire's side keeping up with his pace which was rather faster than before. " You said you would answer my questions, tell me what's going on!" She demanded with a huff clearly annoyed with this whole rushing and secretive attitude of his, not to mention the guy gave her the creeps.
Jeremy only seemed to shrug at her question taking no time to think over it, his eyes focused forward as they walked through a set of doors that slid open, the guards seemed to be called off elsewhere while others looked at 262 a little bit shocked. "Let's just say you are a natural." Blaire commented.
262 groaned with disappointment, she spotted a few scientists rushing into a particular doorway that of which Blaire was also going towards, no one seemed to question her following him, even without guards, but it didn't stop them from looking at her with caution and questioning eyes. Finally they entered into a large room that of which reminded 262 of some sort of control room. Security guards stood at the door ways, scientists typed at buttons and keyboards talking frantically looking out to the large panel window. 262 had a horrible feeling in her gut as she approached the window looking out. Images flashed on large screens before a large sphere like machine, two men where in different spheres but immediately 262 knew that those where the very devices that Eddie had stated.
From behind she could hear a panicked scientist rambling "Sir we brought Gluskin out and put Hope in the left sphere and Cunningham in the other" Gluskin? They put him in there too? 262 leaned against the window panel and sighed not wishing to think about it.
Immediately a security guard came up by her side. "Hey move away from the glass please!" He ordered her as 262 grunted spotting the gun he held tightly in the holster just waiting for an excuse to let it off. With a huff she did so taking a step back and folding her arms over her chest watching carefully and listening to the chatter going on. What the hell was so important here? This only raised more questions that of which she knew Jeremy would refuse to answer.
Then from afar another scientist shrieked out, but this time with fear "Sir! Hope is lucid, he has control, its working sir, the Walrider its-" A loud screech began to echo through the room, 262 panicked knowing something wasn't right as she saw one of the sphere turn blood red. "Jesus! Shut it down shut it down!" Another scientist screamed, 262 backed up and gasped looking over towards Jeremy whom was no longer was in the room, the scientists began to get up, guards shouted for them to remain calm but as the alarm went off and the red lights flashed 262 knew something was horribly wrong.
She took one last look at the now blood red sphere gulping down, a large black smoke seemed to gather forming into something strangely humanoid looking, it didn't have eyes but upon first glance 262 knew that this thing was looking right back at her with the intent to kill. Turning fast on her heels she bolted slamming the doors open using all of her strength to run as she heard screams come from behind. It felt like this thing was right on her back as 262 dashed through the chaotic hallways of screaming scientists, guards and inmates that where getting out, this place was going mad. A pair of guards started to shoot at her before black smoke whooshed in and that was the last of them. Hurdling over fallen locked and pushing past unfamiliar faces of Murkoff's security and employees, 262 made a rush towards nowhere directly just to get away from that humanoid thing.
However a voice caught her attention, it was static but she could not mishear it "Capture her at all costs!" It was Jeremy's voice calling out on a radio, 262 noticed that two more guards where now chasing after her, they were yelling for her to stop but she didn't, her instincts told her to keep running while a voice in her head told her that it was coming, that it was right behind her. 262 didn't look back as she heard the horrible splattering sound of what she assumed probably where the two guards being torn apart. Lights began to flicker, the power must have been going off and yet for some reason 262 found it easy as she slammed into metal doors and with all her force opened them up. She'd entered a hallway, inmates where running around madly beating each other but 262 didn't have time to stop, she kept going despite the screams and screeching sounds and horrible lighting casting eerie shadows on the walls. Jumping over fallen cupboards and boxes 262 ran until she was out of breath collapsing in an old church like area. She was tired, too tired to keep running as she laid down under one of the piers and panted. Whatever was going in, it wasn't good and whatever that damn black thing was, it was coming for her. She just didn't know why. Everything, all the screaming and the alarm blurred together into one big mass, she couldn't recall the time, the day or how long she had been running. All she knew was that her lungs where now burning, her legs ached painfully and she needed to sleep.
Then along comes the many unanswered questions, exhausted and feeling the side effects of the drugs made 262 feel out of control as she rested her head against the harsh dirty carpet floor and closed her eyes. Just for a bit she would rest, she told herself, she would rest here and wake up back in her cell, that's how it seemed to be right? With a heavy hearted sigh she allowed her dreams to take a hold of her, ignoring the screams in the distance as she drifted into a deep sleep.
1 hour later.
Rubbing her itchy nose, 262 grumbled slowly stirring from her sleep; she felt a little better as she looked around clearing her dry throat. Slowly she got up moving from out of the chair and stood up using the pier as support while shaking her head and coming back to reality. The air smelt strange to her, it was the first thing she noticed as she rubbed her eyes and looked around. There was no one here but she noticed there was a lot of blood written on the wall. Walrider, Walrider, things that should have been from a bible but where not. 262 was annoyed as she tossed the chair around and stumbled her way out of the room and into the now empty hallway splattered with blood. It was like there were these strange words on the wall pointing in directions, but not for her clearly. Some of them mentioned going this way, Gods work along with crosses. Someone was clearly a holy maniac as she remarked sighing and ruffling her short cropped hair before continuing down the hallway in a lazy fashion.
At least it was a little quieter now as she began to notice the floor was covered mostly in blood or dead bodies, an inmate was muttering incoherent words while huddled in a corner shaking in fear as 262 took no note to him. Part of her felt like she was walking side by side with herself, it felt strange almost like an out of body experience as she huffed and rubbed the side of her head, probably more side effects from the drugs or whatever it was that was going on with her as she sighed, yet part of her felt strangely connected to something in the air, something moving…like a swarm.
Without stopping she made her way through the hallway and corridor passing deranged inmates running back and forth but they didn't pay any attention to her, most of them seemed in a world of their own or confused, a lot of the time they just freaked out and ran away before getting a glimpse of her, but she saw them, saw their fear and pain. They wanted to escape but something was stopping them, something she didn't need to guess. On the other hand she was too tired to fight any of them, her body was still exhausted and felt stiff but she would get past all of this, she had to.
Yet her emotions got the better of her as she slammed her fist into a nearby wall out of frustration "Argh!" Pausing for a moment she slowly shifted her eyes up only to see her hand had shattered through the cement wall leaving a gaping hole. How unnatural it was as the black smoke circled around her hand, even as she examined the smoke brining her hand up to her face she still could not believe it. "What are you?" She wondered. "What is the Walrider? And who the hell am I?"
In the darkness an old voice called out to her "A Godly being" Snapping her head around to see the new stranger she spotted an old man with two lingering black silhouettes behind him. However the man looked like a priest as he approached, the men from behind him creeped forward coming into the light. Both naked and looking slightly familiar to each other, twins perhaps she guessed as she backed up glaring at them.
She didn't want to fight, even though apart of her did want to spill their guts. "Stay back you fucks!" She hissed out but only the priest seemed to stand still, the two larger men, twins, continued to approach while the darn priest merely clasped his hands together in front of him, a smile upon his face as if he had just seen a pot of gold.
However this smoke worked it seemed to be like a feeling through the air, the movement of her hands as 262 noticed, like as if she could feel the particles in the very air she breathed, the smoke seemed to circle around her, it was almost like….she paused looking up at the priest. "Walrider?" She wondered, the twins had almost closed in on her as she grunted and jumped backwards.
They began to chase after her as she darted down the narrow hallway, they began to ramble in an almost sarcastic way as she huffed, a sign on the wall pointed to the Women's ward, 262 didn't stop to look at it but she continued her way jumping over desks in the middle of the hallway and slamming through doors. "I want her liver!" One of the twins mumbled but 262 could only hear one of them. Did that mean they had split up? Feeling hunted she crawled up and on top of a cupboard towards an open vent as she vaulted up and without a doubt was inside the dusty space of the vents and moved about almost laughing.
"Vents." Someone said down below.
Another voice, one of the twins seemed to hum "Pitch fork?"
"Agreed" The other tuned in with an almost approval of sorts.
Those damn bastards had found her and too fast for her liking as she began to move frantically before some sharp object pierced through the metal vent. 262 was trapped but she moved faster and faster rolling to her side to avoid another sharp object, this one looked like a knife.
From under her she could hear them talking again "He said not to kill her though." One of the twins muttered to the other.
"It's not killing if we just hurt it a little." The other retorted back.
"What if he's wrong though?" One of the twins sounded confused as they seemed to argue to each other.
It was hard to tell who exactly was talking, which one since both of them sounded almost familiar to one another and the fact they spoke in such a stoic tone didn't help either as she grunted out in annoyance hurrying to the sharp corner that would hopefully lead her away from their path.
"He is never wrong!" There was silence as 262 rounded the corner only to find that it led to a grinded end of the vent. With a swift kick it popped open and she quietly hopped down near a bookcase shelf.
A Distant voice called out "Do you hear that Brother?" They were on her trail as she hissed.
The other twin remarked "I hear nothing." They both seemed to pause for a moment.
"We lost them…"It was hard to tell if they were defeated or not, but 262 had no intention on sticking around to find out.
Crouching down and moving along the walls 262 with all of her remaining energy tried to move swiftly and into the safety of another room. She had to get the hell out of here or somewhere safe, even better out of this Asylum. It seemed the inmates where after her as well but she still had so many questions. Part of the floor had given way just up a head as she rushed towards it and jumped down scaring an inmate as he stumbled backwards and screamed before disappearing behind closed doors. Grumbled at the reaction 262 got to her feet and began to sneak off into the darkness to avoid anyone else from seeing her. It was only when she felt far away enough that the screams and having passed through numerous hallways, rooms and other ungodly forsaken places did she feel somewhat safer. Although she continued to see blood that spoiled across the ground, entrails, mutilated body parts like heads or feet. This made her feel all nauseated and on the verge of being sick. She'd never seen this sort of stuff unless in horror movies, and the fact her stomach was empty and she felt her throat become parched was not good. Soon she would need water to hydrate herself as she already felt a bit light headed.
"What the fuck is going on here." Hissing out her words as she pushed open a door coming out into a courtyard, there was nothing here but fog making it hard to see but for 262 she followed this strange sense as she moved through the courtyard having no problems finding her way towards another building doorway and breaking the locks that held it in place. She was so tired of this place already, it seemed most of the inmates where being picked off by bigger and stronger inmates as 262 continued to move about confused and lost as ever all but the strange feeling. Part of her was determined though, to keep moving as she continued to follow the strange sense in the air. "Walrider what exactly are you?" She questioned herself as she looked around, no black smoke circled around herself or any body part causing her to sigh.
Her biggest question of all was if the Walrider was like that black humanoid figure she had seen earlier, then if she was truly a Walrider then where was hers? Did she have to summon it or was the process incomplete? None of this made any sense as she sighed feeling her head buzz and a pounding headache approaching. Why couldn't she just find all the answers and be done with this already?
Even more so what had happened with Eddie, was this all just some horrible dream that they had enforced her to deal with by the use of drugs and hallucinogenic? God she hoped so as she couldn't deal with this for much longer, she could already feel her sanity and humanity slipping between her finger tips. Part of her mocked it like as if she was using the force, a horrible star wars reference as she stumbled her way into a dark eerie part of the building. She heard people talking amongst themselves, something to do with possum titties, but 262 paid no attention and the voices didn't seem to notice her presence, so she went unnoticed, perhaps for the best.
Finally she came to a room lined with sewing machines, a former sweat shop perhaps, old and dusty apart from one or two like as if someone had been cleaning. 262 sighed and felt her mind slipping and becoming unfocused again, she didn't know how long she had been walking around for and who knows if those twins and that priest dude was still after her. She was getting nowhere as she sat down on a nearby chair and covered her face with her hands. "I'm fucking done" Bitterly she said to herself feeling hot tears trail down her cheeks. "Fuck this place and fuck Murkoff." Shaking her head and looking up into the darkness wondering what or who else would come after her next. She'd be damned If she let this get to her now, she'd come so far so why couldn't she muster up her strength and keep going? Tossing aside the chair she decided to continue on, in this horror, this land of mystery and utter failure.
"I'm alone" She stuttered to herself as she slowly walked to the other end of the room to a large wooden doorway that had been opened. "I'm all alone" Tears trailed down her face not matter how much she told herself not to cry she couldn't help the horrible sensation at the back of her throat that felt suffocating. "I'm all alone" Putting her head against the wall she closed her eyes holding out for a shred of hope was useless, she was doomed from the start. Even that black thing would find her and kill her and this whole point of running was becoming useless. What she hated the most was the fact she was so utterly afraid, in the dark with no source of light and no one to hold her hand and comfort her.
Then from behind she felt two large hands firmly on her slender shoulders and a voice that whispered all too close to her ear. "Darling let me hold you"