"Face it, Richard Trager. You don't have what it takes to save Miles." Trager glanced up from the soaked floor and up at the doorway. Or what would've been the doorway, if the black eyes hadn't been staring into his own. Or at least one. The Walrider had wasted no time in beating his wounded backside into the ground, leaving him close to being out cold.

Hoisting himself up on his elbows, Trager knew he was damn near dead. His blood was missing from the majority of his body, his head spun and swam left and right, submerging him in a rather drunken stupor. But he heard one thing that the other had missed. One. Fucking. Thing. Standing up onto his feet slowly, he stumbled into a nearby lampshade, hearing the muffled shatter of it hitting the ground. Trager had no idea why it bothered him now…but it did.

"Mind you, fuckface, I don't want you…to call me Trager. Don't call me Richard. Don't call me Richard Trager or any form of insult." Gripping the table, he slowly stood up, allowing the lighter to finally turn on from the inside of boneless finger. "My name is Doctor Richard Trager!"

Everything erupted into flames. The Walrider let out an inhuman shriek through the vocal chords of the one he possessed and was quick to try and leave the body. Miles slumped forward, freed of the burning beast that attempted to tear out of the room. Trager moved first, hoisting Miles up over his shoulder and running out once more, his lungs screaming at him and his muscles crying blood in agony.

The man was heavy and both of them were at least somewhat lit on fire. But they had no time to waste. The whole place was coming to an end, as much as he.

…Oh, he was waking already?

Miles hadn't felt so much pain in his life. He didn't want to open his eyes, his body exhausted, starving, dry and in so much pain. Fire roared in his ears and— Blinking slowly, he looked along his back and saw the doctor smacking painfully at his backside. Miles barked. "OW! What are you doing, get off of me!"

"Oh, thanks buddy. I get you back and that's the thanks I get for smacking some fire outta you?"

"That doesn't mean to touch my ass!"

"Do you want your balls burned off?"

"No, not precisely but—"

"Then grow a new pair and suck it up, Upsher, that a man is deciding to put out a fire from claiming your ass!"

Ah… Here they went again. Their voices were dry, their bodies aching and both of them were soon bolting away from the fire at an amazing speed.
The hall soon split in two directions and Trager darted left. "This way!" Miles followed suit, finding it hard to kick his speed back up. And God, did Richard look horrible… Said man grabbed his wrist and turn sharply right. "Nevermind, it's this way!"

"Make up your mind!"

"I can't remember which way to go!"

"You will when I choke you with the strap of my camera!"

Oh, right. It was still on his neck. Probably broken but~…

"You won't get away with this!" They didn't need to pause to turn around and figure out who said that. Walrider was pissed as the entire place crumbled down. And he could levitate.

The madman blinked and was about to move faster but it seemed the reporter was much faster on his feet and was soon dragging the doctor this time.
Fire consumed the place, sending pillars of wood through the floor and causing cinders to fly like sparking butterflies. Ashes kissed their skin, still being warm and frightfully hot from the angry bursts of fire…just from a little can of gas and a tiny lighter.

"Hey, Trager, the hell happened to you? You look like shit!" The doctor cackled loudly, despite his crushed organs and chest cavity.

"Remember that little detour I took to the lower floors? I got a little crushed and then Wally decided to beat the shit out of me!" Miles shook his head, unable to help himself but soon let out a shriek that Trager matched as the floor caved out from under them.

"OH FUCK NOT AGAIN!" Trager swore and clung to reporter.
"Damnit get off of me and roll you son of a bitch!" Instead, Trager kind of…smacked into the ground for a moment but soon rolled. "Fuck, I broke my nose!" Miles made a noise. "Serves ya right, moron!" This seemed to spike the doctor's anger, as much as he felt pain scourge his veins. He picked up his pace, no doubt to strangle the man he just rescued from a mass of nanomachines.

Miles took off like a bullet once again, as much as he didn't want to. Walrider and now the madman wanted his ass, the fire included as it roared and danced along the rotten floorboards.

YES.

Recognizing the hallway, Miles darted a sharp left and raced down the corridor, leaving dust in his wake as he passed the front desk, heading right for the double doors of the entrance. Arms whining in silent agony, Miles ignored them as he picked up the nearest item and hurled it at the glass doors with what was left of his might.

It wasn't enough as the chair bounced backwards, forcing his arms back but he took this as an advantage and swung again. The fire still roared behind him, echoing in his ears and he knew the doctor was pissed at him and aiming to skewer him just as much as the Walrider.

With a grunt, Miles felt the door give away a bit more and he pulled back probably the last time and threw the office chair. Hot air licking his back, he was surprised out of his mind to see the doctor speed past him and slam his body into the glass doors, allowing the alarm to sound about the door being broken down. "Trager!"

The reporter darted after him as soon as he could, feeling glass cut into his body as he leapt from one side of the door to the other. …Better than boneshears, however. Both man and doctor tumbled into one another once again as they reached outside, wet grass from the recent downpour kissing their ankles. Glancing up, hearing shrieks of inhuman pain, Miles looked up and over his shoulder.

The Walrider stood still, unable to completely get out from the raining shards of glass and other debris. Fire devoured the nanomachines as they writhed in agony but could they feel pain? Or was it just because they knew they failed?

Trager busted out laughing but the laugh was a croak, a strangled cry of a dying man. "HAHA! Take that you slimy son of a bitch! …Oh, and you." Miles turned to look away from the screaming machine…only to get socked in the face with a ruined fist of the doctor.

"OW! What the fuck was that for!?" Miles hissed, holding his nose broken and bleeding nose. However, Trager didn't answer, now merely lying on the ground as the screams of the Walrider died. Many men stood along the sidelines, having already known what had started to happen. All of the crippled had been left to burn in those unwanted regions, leaving many partners alone. They moved a bit closer, watching the doctor. Miles inched closer as well, now frowning.

"Hey…answer me, damnit." Richard Trager merely smiled for a moment before spitting blood to the side. The circle of men expanded a bit almost automatically.

"Yeah? Well, for all the trouble you brought up," he muttered now, watching the man with one eye. Miles bit his lower lip and allowed the male's head to rest on his lap, letting him relax his body finally.

"What, no snappy comeback, buddy?" Miles merely rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at the doctor, causing both of them to snicker. Trager, however, soon turned his head to the side and spat out blood as the display of the asylum crumbled into oblivion. A fabulous spray of red fragments caught onto the cold grass but died quickly.

"So…think we made it through our deal, Trager?"

"Doctor Trager, budd- …Miles." Hearing the doctor's correction, said male managed a faint grin, surprising pretty much everyone.

"Heh, alright then Doctor. Oh and…tell the bat-shit Martin 'hi' for me, when you get to Hell." For once, their eyes made contact and the madman let out a loud cackle. "Yeah, yeah! Heh. Maybe…maybe, I'll rip him up too. …And look at that…I see the…sun…"

A large, cat-like grin found its way to the grotesque lips of Trager before his eye slowly closed, allowing himself to sink into the sweet oblivion of darkness and the comfort of his companion's lap.

The lack of rain made the asylum occupants look up, the grey skies no longer there as they parted for the rise of the sun. How warm it suddenly was and no longer did they smell the blood of themselves and their friends, the stench of death and, no longer, could they feel the fury of the Walrider that now sat in ashes.

Miles followed their gaze, now gently removing the camera from the dead man's neck. "Rest in peace…Doctor Richard Trager." Slowly, the reporter stood, adding a final battery to the dead device. Somehow, it continued to spring into life but with a sputter this time.

"How in hell's name are you still working?" Shaking his head, he looked around him, a sigh leaving his lips. "C'mon, we need to blend in with the woods. I already hear sirens." With their newfound freedoms, each man ran off, perhaps sane or insane still. Miles followed suit, allowing the fireman to take in a good glimpse of what was left of Mount Massive Asylum…and the reporter's friend.

"Home, here I come!"

So many pretty reviews. ;3; Oh my God, I love you all~ But, I'm afraid this might be the end to this story. Honestly, it kind'a pains me to end it. But this doesn't mean this will be my last Outlast fanfic. ;D

Also...is this the end, or is it not~?