Chapter 7 – There Goes Your Bride, Mr. Gluskin
Waylon comforted himself with the thought that it is not uncommon in this institute for people to run around almost naked and yelling incomprehensible things - which he was indeed in the middle of doing. How, how, how could he think that playing the role of the bride could get him revenge on his son of a b*tch of a boss? It only got him out of his clothes (twice). At the moment, the only item of clothing separating him from the outer world was a towel around his waist. He sorely missed his comfortable shoes (he left them in the bridal dressing room), but every once in a while, one has to offer a sacrifice in order to survive. Hopefully Andrew would not steal his shoes out of revenge, or for other uncanny purposes unknown to the rest of mankind.
The only thing that reverberated in his mind was that the plan went up in flames and he had to find Miles fast. They needed to come up with a new strategy, anything that did not involve Trager tearing up their insides with his enormous shears. For God's sake, Blaire intentionally wanted to get him murdered by his psycho accomplice! He had no qualms about playing it dirty, never did. Damn it, he was like the Devil himself.
"What kind of whorish demeanour is this? How could you abandon the dress I have sewn just for you?!" echoed an angered shriek from around the corner. Waylon promptly flung the nearest door open and got inside fast, only hoping that he would not experience more pants-sh*tting things than those awaiting for him in the welcoming arms of The Groom.
A bunch of security guards were sitting around a desk, playing poker and looking chilled. Waylon could not believe his eyes.
"Excuse me, gentlemen. We have a hostile patient out there!" he told them. They shrugged their shoulders, never even looking up from their cards.
"Let the Walrider take care of it. Heard he is really pissed off today, because they did not invite him to the wedding party. Shame on them, the cake will be delicious." a bald guy responded.
"He is trying to kill me dead, guys!" Waylon tried not to sound too desperate, but failed miserably.
"Who cares? We'll most definitely die first and you won't see us screaming and panicking like this", said the same person as before. He had a name tag of 'Stephenson'. "But if you want to live just long enough to taste the cake, I advise you to crouch down this instant." Waylon dropped his body on the floor, successfully avoiding to be seen by Gluskin who just got past the door.
"Thank you!" Waylon remained on the floor, but smiled at Stephenson. "Do you know how to reach someone in the other side of this building? Like, a phone or something?"
"You are still here? Oh god, this guy is really annoying. Listen, there is a phone next to the gymnasium." Waylon nodded, than hurried to the window to climb down the wall. Doors were dangerous now. Before he left, Stephenson said one last thing to him.
"Y' know that you are butt naked, right? What are you doing?"
Standing on the windowsill, Waylon turned back for a last comeback, turning to the dark side at last. "If no one steals the bride, then the bride has to steal himself!"