AN: Hello, and here is chapter 3. While I usually spend these AN's begging for reviews I would like to take a minute to thank Hana-chan98 for being generally awesome and leaving some feed back. I am still desperate for reviews though, so if anyone sees something in here they want to comment on (even if you're just pointing out a typo) please leave a review.

I still don't own any of the characters or the setting. Also, this is the last chapter that will be rated T. After this this things get a little more swear heavy and while it doesn't bother me I realize some people might have a problem, so after this the story will be rate M.

Now that I'm done talking, please enjoy this chapter.

***Miles***

It was dark, but I could see.

I could see, but I couldn't move.

Struggling, I looked wildly from side to side. I could see my hand, buried in… a wall? Some strange wall, made of smoke and solid darkness. Just like everything else.

It was dark, everything was black, but I could see.

Fighting against the wall that held me prison I was interrupted by a sound.

...

Not a sound, no, definitely not noise, but a word all the same.

..mmMaahh….

Looking up wildly I saw nothing before me, only the dark expanse. Doubling my effort I wretched at the wall.

….mmmMiless…

Redoubling my efforts, panicking I thrashed at the smoke that clung weightlessly to my body.

Don't move Miles

"To hell with that!" I screamed, trying in vain to move, like a fly stuck in glue.

This time there was noise, not words, but tangible noise. The wall was slithering under me, branches grew out, only to wrap around my chest and push through the wounds and into my flesh. As I screamed in renewed hot pain the voice that did not exist began again.

Do not fight me

Ignoring it I continued my struggle.

If you do you will die.

I didn't want to die. But I wasn't listening to this thing

I don't want you to die

Between ragged breaths I panted "Could of fooled me"

Dying hurts and finding a new host is difficult.

Out of breath I knew that I couldn't fight it physically. Snarking was all I had left

"What's the matter, not enough nut jobs sealed in a can? You have to start outsourcing?"

You killed my last host. That hurt. But now I am here and that one is all but forgotten.

I tried to squirm, fearing that I was about to get squashed like a bug and that the Walrider wasn't so quick to forgive and forget.

"Where the hell am I?"

This time there was no response of words, but instead the darkness began to drift aside to reveal the inside of a car. Specifically the inside of my car.

I hadn't opened my eyes though, not by a long shot. I was still there in the dark, it was like looking at a TV screen that transmitted information from my eyes.

It was the inside of my car, I was looking at the driver's seat. Who was that? Blond, medium build, wearing my gym clothes. Worst case scenario he was a patient and I was screwed. A slightly less terrible option was that he had worked at Mount Massive, in which case I was probably still screwed. Past him and out the window I could see the scenery flashing by, in the bottom corner of 'the screen' was the center console with my cell and wallet. The camera was nowhere in sight.

We are free

The sentiment made me want to hurl. After my night in hell I wasn't free. Not while I had the devil on my back.

We are free, and we will live, should you allow it.

"Great, don't tell me we're going to strike up some Faustian bargain"

Faustian? There was an eerie pause No, there will be no bargaining. I can only keep us from death if you keep from breaking our body.

"You mean my body, you're just here on vacation." Like I said, snarking was the only thing I had left.

The silence seemed to be asking a question, but whatever it might have been never reached my ears. Instead the Walrider continued on as if I had said nothing.

How fun this will be. The things we will see, the things we will do.

"I've seen your idea of fun, you can count me out."

That in the building was boring. There was no sport. Men with no minds do not fear, they do not scream in horror. There is no sport in killing what is already dead.

"Like I said, you can count me out."

You will change your mind, you will see.

My skin was set crawling again.

"Fat chance"

Silence teamed up with the shadow wall and threatened to crush me. After what I swore were a couple of eternities the Walrider gave an ultimatum: do not break what I cannot repair

My screen of vision cut off, only the dark expanse remained. The wall still clung to my bones and tethered my body.

As if it were never there the blackness of the dream drifted away and what had been a screen now greeted my eyes.

I was in my car. The air conditioning blew softly and the radio was low and still on the same channel. As I breathed in the cool air my swollen chest swelled and I gave a slight cough.

The driver flinched, yelped, did a little somersault, and jerked the wheel to the left. My jeep speed uncomfortably and skidded to the side before stopping safely on the shoulder of the road.
Every bone in my body ached. If my dear pal and roommate the Walrider said it'd keep me alive, he was doing a hell of a job. I felt like I'd been skinned, covered in salt, shot a couple of times, and used as a crash test dummy. But, then again I suppose I could be dead, so...

Distracted by the pain I almost forgot about the guy driving my car.

"Oh god, don't kill me!" he was shouting and babbling something else that didn't quite make sense to my ears.

The lights were a bit too bright and this guy was really loud.

"Shut up" my voice was a bit more gravely than usual, probably from all the screaming and panting.

To his credit he quieted down. I took a second to right myself in the chair, fighting the pain to sit upright.

"Who are you" I needed to make sure this guy was at least somewhat sane.

"I-I'm Waylon. Park. Waylon Park."

"Where are we? Why are you driving my car?"

"I, uh. Please don't be mad."

"I don't have enough energy for that. You're not a patient are you?" that would be just great.

He took a second to answer. "No."

I'm pretty sure he was lying. Oh well.

"Why are you in my gym clothes?"

"I. It's a long story. I'm sorry."

This was going nowhere fast "I'm not about to go anywhere soon."

For a second he looked like he was debating himself, only to lose and blurt out "How are you alive?"

"What?"

He kept talking even though it was obvious he didn't want to "The Walrider. I saw it. I know you know what it is. How did. I mean why aren't-" he stopped himself.

I slumped back against the passenger seat, noticing that Waylon flinched every time I moved. Sitting in the car with a rain poncho stuck to me for some reason I experimentally moved my arms, finding that it hurt like hell but was plausible. My camera was still in my hand.

I spoke without looking up from the camera in my hands. "I saw some weird shit while I was in there. I'm pretty sure you did too… How do you know what the Walrider is?"

Still fidgeting with the wheel he spoke in short bursts. "I… worked, as an IT specialist. I-I used to, make sure the machines worked? Ya, well I didn't like what was going on, and um… when I tried to tell someone they locked me up. Ah, I… What exactly did you see?"

Good to see he was capable of talking, if really twitchy. "I saw everything," There was a background buzz in my ears "and I mean everything"

"Oh. Um, Sorry? What, why were you there? In the Asylum I mean?"

"See the press pass dangling there? I'm a reporter, got a tip that there was some bullshit being pulled, and I went to expose it."

He became very quiet, thinking that I didn't have much to lose I pressed the conversation forward.

"So, why don't you ask the question you really want to?"

"What?"

"You know what I mean, go on, it's not like I'm going to go ape shit if you say something I don't like"

It looked like he shrunk an inch or two. "So, ah. The Walrider, is it, um, well you know, here?"

The buzzing my ear had died down to the edge of hearing. "ya, barely, but ya."

We drove on in silence for a while.

I broke it first "can you crack a window?"

"Hm? Oh, sure"

The window went down a few inches.

"So, where're we going?"

"What? Oh. Um…"

"Where are we going Waylon?"

"Boulder."

"That's a big city, where?"

"Oh, you know"

"mmmm, no I don't. Look, if its somewhere you don't want me to be, I get it. We don't know each other, I mean it's not like I'm on deaths door and am in desperate need of medical attention or anything."

"I…." he looked guiltier than I thought my comment should have made him, I hadn't realized I laid it on so thick. "ok. We're going to my house, but you can't stay there for long."

"Fair enough."

Another silence settled down in the car, interrupted only by the wind, the soft radio, and the distant buzzing in my ears.