"They always say that within the dark there is always a light to lead you to your way. How unfortunate it is that your so called light is the dark. This place...it's driving me insane, I can't think of who I am or what I could even become, all I truly want to be is the darkness. Void of emotions and needs. Trapped like this in this very state forever. Not once wishing to leave the dark that has now bound me to this very grave of an asylum. And yet...Somewhere inside of me, a part of me is trying to fight it still."
Over the course of an hour, 262 had roamed a small part of the vocational block, keeping her wits about her as she strolled the hallways carefully, ensuring her footsteps didn't cause the wooden floorboards to creak. Even though she was naked, baring her pale skin, dark shaggy hair and faint bruises that had begun to heal, she still didn't feel the bitter cold chill coming in from the mountain air outside.
It was as if the air itself wasn't present, even when it should have been. Nor did her body feel the need to shiver or attempt to warm up. No the cold was a welcomed and blissful feeling to her by now as she pushed open a door and slithered her way inside, avoiding a variant nearby. This one had a mouth on him, he talked and talked, often his voice would change to a higher pitched sound, almost like a woman.
In fact it was so well done that at first she'd sworn there was more than one person down here. When she discovered that it was but one man with a dissociative problem, she sighed in disappointment. Although the man was a large variant with a clean shaved scalp while muttering to himself, there was little to no need to annoy him or seek any form of shelter near him for that matter. In all honesty she wasn't sure where she was going exactly, or if it had even been an hour or more. Sleep didn't seem to be a current need even though desperately she wished she could just to pass time by.
Here it was like a desolate void of space and time, trapped within the insanity, the death of a monstrous nightmare that never seem to end as the naked woman found her way down an odd set of staircase she'd never seen before. Looking around curiously she noted various sewing machines stationed about in the dark, she had to pause for a moment or two why it seemed so familiar here. She'd sworn she knew this place as she rubbed the side of her head thinking hard.
From behind came a loud slam that caused 262 to jump and twist around, it was too dark to see but she had a horrible feeling that those stairs just so happened to recline back up. "That little shit" She hissed clearly agitated that she may have to find another way up or some other form of escape in case someone came after her like Chris.
With a heavy sigh she decided her fate had already been sealed as she stumbled bumping into various tables of old dusty sewing machines in the dark. What she would have given to snatch that camera from that man Miles. Although she noted there was a faint light up a head and an odd curtain sheet that seemed to shield the light hiding what lay behind it.
Gulping down her fear, she hesitantly made her way closer and closer trying to listen to any sounds of anyone that might possibly be behind the curtain drap. It was odd and out of place, almost like what you would see in a hospital which only made a shiver run down her spine as 262 had to take in another deep breath. Only difference was the fabric looked like it had been stitched together, like various pieces of white and creamy fabric from former window curtains formed to make something bigger.
There was a horrid buzzing sound, like a swarm of flies and that already put her on full alert as she peeked from around the other side. A rather odd and creepy figure loomed in the corner and appearing to lean up against a pole or pipe. Immediately 262 shrunk back until she noted the man had a blanket or white fabric over his face, his hands had been tied up to a pipe just above his head and a thick piece of rope was tied around his waist holding him up to the pipe.
Carefully she came out from hiding as she wondered if he was alive, he was wearing something odd, like an apron around him that had been hand made. It also hide the former bloodied guards uniform beneath as 262 came to terms that she was looking at a dead man with flies buzzing around his head. That was a relief as she took in a deep breath, despite the stench, and seemed to relax. There was an empty table next to the man that had been propped up and she wondered what it was he was doing, or who exactly had done this.
It was the least of her concerns currently, as 262 decided it was best to just leave in case whomever did this was coming back. She noted another room just a bit further off filled with more sewing machines, but on the other hand it wasn't all that dark and so 262 strolled off with a bit more confidence in her stride as she began to make her way towards what she hoped would be some sort of a safe place to stay in while the chaos of the Asylum cools down.
As she passed through into the other room she heard an odd sound, screams and pleas for salvation were a common thing to hear, but this was the sound of a heavy set of footsteps causing the floorboards to creak. Judging by the sounds they were close and large and their steps seemed to be lazy almost. Sourcing the location of the sound 262 turned around just in time as a door to her side that she had not noticed, opened up.
A large tall man walked in, he seemed familiar as 262 quickly darted behind a row of sewing machines and studied the man. On his shoulder was a mutilated corpse, it looked like a man with...well a butcher's job of boobs and this grotesque swollen stomach with horrid stitches going up the middle. It looked like there was a head inside of that belly which was even more revolting, but 262 wasn't focused on the corpse.
For a moment the man seemed to pause as he tilted his head and looked from side to side. When she saw the horrid scars and lacerations that littered the right side of his face, only then did she realize that this large tall man was Eddie. How could she forget that? Even more so for the second time. It was like her memory was starting to fade away as she connected more and more with her walrider.
Watching as Eddie tossed the body down onto the table top and turned around to a nearby desk turning on a radio as a song began to play. 262 wanted to watch what he was about to do, even though she knew deep down it wasn't going to be a pleasant sight as he pulled out another decapitated head from behind the propped up guard. Though she had to move onwards, sure Eddie might have played the forgiving nature but 262 wasn't so sure about that as she slunk away into the darkness hearing the distant sounds of grumbles and grotesque sounds from behind her.
After a few minutes somehow she'd managed to lurk her way to the edge of the room and into another side room that was darker. Again it was once more lined with sewing machines. It was probably some sort of horrible sweatshop back in the day as the machines didn't look used, not in a very very long time judging by the collection of dust in the air and the thick layer of it on the machines. However 262 made the unfortunate mistake of bumping into a table causing it to crash down on the ground.
Frozen still she paused for a moment or two, holding her breath as she listened intently around her. God help her if Eddie found her, he'd probably kill her for leaving him as she tried to look around the room, but saw nothing and felt nothing and even more heard nothing. Hesitantly she began to move again, although when she found the nearest door, she had to do a double check just to make sure Eddie wasn't nearby.
As she walked up to the door and pulled the doorknob she realized it was locked. With a heavy sigh and a grumble she turned back around to look in the darkness. The only light was coming from the other room as she grumbled to herself. Obviously her only way out was through the very door that Eddie had come through as she rubbed her temples and thought hard.
Infact she was way too focused on her thoughts, plans and ideas that she never realized that a giant man was towering above her speaking to her in a soft rhythmic tone. Only when something was placed over her shoulders did she really come back to reality, a wave of shock and fear washed over her as she looked up into those bloodshot eyes of his.
Literally he had taken her breath away and not in the best of ways either as she stood frozen, afraid of what he might do. Even with that smile on his face Eddie was a man that would shred you to pieces if you looked at him in the slightest way and yet here he was putting his own damn waist coat over her shoulders.
"There you are" He cooed as if he'd found her but she knew that wasn't what he meant. "For a moment I was worried you'd been lobotomized" He seemed to chuckle before planting a kiss on her forehead. The strange action sent a shock wave through her body as she looked at him with wide eyes.
How could he act so calm and happy with her after what she had done, she was still so shocked by his nature that she couldn't say a single word and perhaps Eddie realized that as he frowned slightly, one hand cupped her cheek while the other swept back her hair. "My dear darling I'm so sorry about before...I never meant to scare you away. It's ok though, you came back my dear. But…."He paused and seemed to look her up and down. "What happened to your clothes? Did someone take that?" He looked panicked, afraid. It was a first to say the least.
Taking a step back and gripping the fabric tightly around herself as if suddenly vulnerable, 262 tried to comprehend his nature, his reason for his actions. "No I...Uh...I fell.." 262 managed to say as she looked Eddie up and down.
Obviously he had been a busy bee considering the smell and look on his face, not to mention she was pretty sure this place hadn't been so utterly bloody previously as she gulped. Maybe he sensed her fear or saw it in her wide eyes as he took a step back and put a hand to his chest. An ironic gentlemanly thing to do of course as 262 felt like calling him out on it but rather decided to see what his act was going to be like this time.
"Oh my dear." Eddie seemed to exclaim, in fact she was pretty sure he was about to exaggerate on her petite frame "I told you not to leave me didn't it? Now come let's get you all cleaned up. I'll even make you a beautiful dress to wear" There It was again, his charming nature that was so very crippling for 262.
Just why did the most insane and probably dangerous man despite Chris, have to be so damn good looking and be the most manipulative of all let along misogynistic. God there was so much wrong with Eddie there was no start or end with him, and yet he knew that he had to, why else would he look so charmingly? She never realized he had picked her up and began to carry her. When she did she froze again, his touch seemed almost foreign to her and he seemed to pick up on that again.
"I'll have to run a hot bath for you my dear, you're so very cold." He seemed to snuggle up to her while carrying her in a bridal style hold, why was he being so forgiving?
It was the biggest question she had to ask but at the same time, it was nice. Nice to not have to walk around cluelessly in the dark and bumping into things.
"Do you have a secret camera?" She bluntly asked as she raised a brow. It was pretty dark and even if her eyes adjusted to the darkness there was no way in hell she could walk down a hallway without falling head first.
To this Eddie seemed to chuckle as he began to walk through a room of large machines, once more he didn't seem to trip. "No my dear." He cooed with a gleeful smile across his lips. "I'm just very familiar with this place" Proudly he announced without skipping a beat.
Even though she could ask him question after question, 262 decided not to and instead let him carry her to wherever the hell he was going. Not like it was going to change if she did try and run away again, in fact Eddie was probably more than prepared for that and she knew the man loved springing traps on people, luring them into confined spaces. Closing them in like a wolf would do to its prey. What an uncanny reference as she sighed and let him whisk her away.
Before she even knew it, Eddie had taken her to an old filthy looking shower room. There was mold in the corners and spots of it on the ceiling along with various gore that Eddie had probably caused. He even lowered her down onto her own feet, a gentle smile upon his face as he gestured for her to go towards the showers.
In a soft and loving tone he spoke up again breaking the silence that had come between them "I know it's not the best but I'm sure we can clean it up later" Hopeful as ever before Eddie seemed like he had not changed, but 262 had as she looked up at him.
Part of her questioned what he was up to, what was he thinking to do the things he was doing. Like why was he carrying that corpse around on his back earlier? "Why?" Sternly she said.
Gluskins facial expression contorted both confused and angry. "Why what my dear? Look at you, you're all dirty and naked. Thats no way for a girlie of mine to be." He cooed but it was obvious he wasn't pleased with her questioning as he lightly kissed her on the nose.
262 only narrowed her gaze on him, she felt bold for some odd reason as she took the waist coat off from around her chest and handed it back to him before moving towards the showers not once looking at him. "I don't see the point in cleaning myself when I'm only going to get dirty again" Lowly she grumbled but just loud enough for Eddie to hear.
Turning the tap on and letting the cold water come rushing down, she stepped into it and again didn't feel the cold that any normal human would have jumped from. She knew she should be freezing but yet again she wasn't and she couldn't feel it as she sighed heavily and closed her eyes. Out of habit she turned the hot water on just to appease Eddie in case he became suspicious.
Then a pair of hands wrapped around her waist followed by a head resting on her neck. This only caused the hair on her neck to rise as she held in her breath. Was Eddie….? No no way would he. Yeah he most certainly was naked and taking a shower with her as 262 froze up and yet in this odd sense of hers she felt warm, human almost.
Against the sound of the rushing water she felt his lips against her ear as he gently whispered ot her. "I know it's been hard for the both of us my dear but I promise I'm a different man" He sounded like some sort of a dreamy guy, making a promise in hopes he'd score for the night. Yet to Eddie it was more than that and 262 knew that. What he wanted, what he thought he needed was all just a twisted fantasy.
Why did he have to act like this, so charming and wooing her into a false sense of security. It was enough to make her want to hit him, but she restrained herself as she just held onto him and leaned back against him. Part of her was glad though, she wasn't alone, she wasn't running around with strange camera men and being chased by Chris or hunted by the Twins or any sort of madness like that. It was almost like...she was home.
Stepping out of his hold she turned to face the larger man, the shower water had caused his former brushed back hair to now dangle down by his sides. He actually looked more attractive drenched as 262 maintained eye contact, too afraid to look anywhere else in case it might happen to send her heart to stop.
"Look Eddie as nice as it is, we can't stay here. Family or not, or whatever it is you are doing, we can't stay here. I've seen things, this big guy almost killed me" She paused, technically he did even though she jumped out a window. " Look I'm just saying this isn't a good place. For either of us." She frowned, she didn't want to leave this place either much like Eddie she wanted to remain here but with Eddie she knew he was at risk of being killed. And for some reason she wanted to see the good in him, to see him get the hell out of here after what they did to him.
Frowning slightly Eddie closed the gap between them as he cupped her face within his hands and kissed her softly on the lips. "You worry too much my dear." He seemed to softly chuckle before holding her tightly.
Looking into his eyes she knew there was something there about him that told a different story. Something far darker than the hell he may have already been put through since being her. Sure he was a man that had his heart broken numerous times, probably, and the scientists probably screwed with his brain much like her own if not worse. Yet there was also something else, hidden behind this mask of his that was far darker than anything, something he wanted hidden.
In his embrace there was a familiar sensation again, feeling alive and almost able to put aside all the horrors and worries as she eased into his hold and just relaxed. For sometime they both remained like that, not speaking or moving much, just holding one another until Eddie eventually turned the water off and whisked her away again drying her with a towel he'd found in one of the lockers.
Having grown tired 262 fell into a deep sleep, she could barely remember what happened next or where Eddie had exactly taken her, she just remembered waking up in an odd room that smelt of stale air, lockers had been shifted around the room like wardrobes, two mattresses that lay on the ground had been pushed together to make a double bed with a thin white sheet for a blanket. Eddie was nowhere in sight as 262 rubbed her eyes and sat up to get a better look as to where she was.
Obviously Eddie's room, no doubt about it with the obvious fact that bed smelt of him. However this was not the same room she had been in with him when he had locked the door and basically kept her captive while 'preparing for their wedding'. It felt so long ago since that happened, since she escaped him before but here she was, a different room, and wishfully hoping it would be a different scenario. Shifting from her position on the bed to the edge 262 took another moment to wake up before she attempted to stand up.
Parts of her body felt stiff and sore but she was pretty sure that her body was already starting to complete its form of regeneration. A harsh fact she now had to face but continuously pushed aside as she stretched her arms over her head and noted a dress that sat at the edge of the mattress.
"Typical. I'm guessing I'll have to play the petite little housewife" Stoically she said as she grasped the fabric of a handmade dress. Much like Eddies own vest, the dress was a mixture of odd fabrics, mainly consistent with blue and purples colours. He was probably saving the white fabric for a wedding Dress as she sighed.
There wasn't any point in wasting her time as she got dressed in the outfit, it was a typical 50s style, at least it would give the man some bonus since 262 didn't mind those sort of things, but her memories of such a style, fashion and time was fading. What was she even thinking, she paused and realized that she remembered a time like that but could barely remember who she was or family. Just these faint fragments that seemed to pop up in her mind from time to time. Rolling her eyes she pushed the thoughts aside and gave a quick twirl around allowing the rockabilly like dress to flare out with her movements. Smiling happily, 262 thought that maybe she might just be able to get through this.
Just as she did though she froze when the door opened up, out of instinct 262 jumped back a foot or two and glared with her arms outstretched ready for a fight. Though she was bit surprised when she saw Eddie, he looked at her a bit confused before he chuckled, she couldn't help but notice the food and drinks he was holding as she quickly thought of petite and cute and so stood up straight, folding her hands behind her back and attempting to smile, though it didn't really work for her.
At least in Eddie's eyes it did as he smiled gleefully and sat the various food items and two soda drinks down on a metal cabinet nearby. "My Dear Darling look at you. The Dress suits you more than I could have dreamed" He exclaimed as he walked towards her wrapping his arms around her waist.
When he did 262 felt an odd sensation, warmth was one of the, but the other felt so strange to her, it was in her chest as he pulled her closer, the feeling of his arms around her waist causing her to stiffen slightly. "Th-thank you Eddie for this….I love it." She said smiling not realizing she was blushing.
Eddie did though, nothing went passed this man as he chuckled and stroked one of her cheeks with his thumb. "I know my dear. I'll make so many for you that you'll have one to wear for each day of the week." He smiled and kissed her on the forehead.
That's when it hit her the most, the sensation of his lips connecting with her skin, like various tingles trailing over her body as she froze up. She knew what this was, this feeling and immediately she wanted to recoil from him, from everyone. It was like her hormones had suddenly been spiked to an all new level and she was afraid. Unknowingly she pushed away from him, holding her hands to her chest as she looked at the ground.
She heard the sound of feet shuffling followed by a warm embrace, her head pressed against his warm vest as she drew in his scent trying hard not to let this get the better of her. Though his words echoed through her when he spoke up. "Please my dear I'm trying my best. Things will never be easy but you must trust me, you must." Softly he cooed against her ear, she knew it, heard it in his voice that it was a plea.
No he was begging and she assumed for his own sake, after all Eddie was but a selfish man demanding only the things he wanted as she took in a deep breath. Why was love so complicated? Why did she have to fear it so much to the point she felt like isolating herself was the best medicine for her case.
Hesitantly she spoke up unsure of what to really say or do "Eddie….I have to tell you something." 262 said as she looked up at him, into those bloodshot eyes of his. Looking into his eyes was like looking into a dark box unsure of what truly is within its depths.
However Eddie only shook his head in response. "No you don't Darling. I know everything I need to know" Oddly enough his voice was reassuring as he held her tightly and took in a deep breath followed by a sigh as if he was smelling a flower.
Obviously she didn't understand, why would he push it all away and not want to know what she was about to say? Maybe he too was afraid but 262 felt him break the embrace as he sat on the edge of the mattress and pulled the various amounts of chip packets, protein bars and chocolate down from the cabinet.
"Chocolate?" Immediately 262 said, surprised and shocked whereas Eddie was just grinning.
Of course he just so happened to have such things as he patted the mattress next to him. "Of course my dear, the vending machines offer such wonderful things." Proudly he announced as he picked up on, a mars bar of all damn things.
Eagerly she rushed to his side and without thinking had sat on his lap, not that he seemed to mind as she took the chocolate bar and began to stuff her face with the delightful sugary treat allowing a faint squee like sound to escape her. For sometime this went on, Eddie spoke about the dresses he was making, what he had done recently, including all those gory bits and how sorry he was, and 262 happily as could be listened to him nodding in agreement as she told him all about her run in with Chris and Miles. From a distance you would assume they were but a happy couple that had known each other for a long time, just enjoying a blissful moment together.
However there was an itch in the back of her brain again, she knew what it was now, her walrider seeping into her mind as if trying to understand her, read her thoughts as she smiled looking up at Eddie. They'd finished off a stack load of food and all she could truly think of and do was lean against The Groom's chest and smile looking up at him lovingly.
"I'm sorry for having left you before" She said out loud, not truly meaning to but she didn't regret it either. After all what could he do to her that's worse then finding out she can't exactly die of natural causes?
Smirking as if it never seemed to phase him, Eddie leaned down and kissed her, not on the forehead but rather on the lips. 262 didn't resist as she held him close, perhaps it was just wishful thinking that every bit of hell in this place could become some sort of good, that by loving and being loved would change her mind of everything that tied her to this place. However it was just the beginning of something twistedly good.