Day: 7

Waylon was paranoid of Andrew. He had been hovering around him uncomfortably close. Any touching he did lasted a bit too long for comfort. Waylon was strapped down in a chair again. Being observed during the engine therapy. The two way windows being behind the therapy screens, to not effect the doctors and scientists.

His skull was pounding, he felt like gagging from the earlier force feeding. Each flash caused a painful spike of pain. He winced at every single flash. He would jerk in the chair, trying to look away from the screen. His head was kept firmly locked in place by holders on the side of his head. Basically metal poles with disks on them that worked like a vice.

Hours later the painful therapy ended. Waylon had no idea that he could feel sicker then he was before. His body felt like it had been smashed repeatedly by a brick wall before being tossed in the desert. He always felt like vomiting, but couldn't because of the force feeding cement.

He glared at Andrew, who came in followed by other doctors. The doctors unstrapped him, moving him to the medical room. Doing different tests on him. X rays, brain scans, at least it was better then the dissections. The brain scans allowed Waylon to sleep slightly. His illness had gotten worse over time, giving him insomnia.

Once again, doctors ignored his worsening illness. Cold sweats, dark circles around the eyes, paleness, and a rising fever. Sooner or later it would catch up to him and his body would begin to shut down. With the treatment continuing like this, it wouldn't be long. They strapped him down to the medical table, doing something different again.

They shoved a tube down his stomach, pumping everything out. The black liquid mud contained a small mixture of red. One of the doctors recorded it as blood. The others started collecting different injections and pills. Injecting them or shoving them down Waylons throat.

"they'll make you better. Don't you want that? What, not even a thank you?" Andrew mocked down at Waylon. he patted Waylon's shoulder slowly as he stabbed a needle into his ribs. 4 large needles of blood were removed, making Waylon feel light headed. He yelped in pain as a larger needle was stabbed into his leg.

It didn't stop to collect blood, going farther till it pierced the bone. A small vial of bone marrow was collected. The pain caused made Waylon black out momentarily before waking by pure adrenaline. He winced away from a unwanted touch by Andrew near his lower stomach.

"you should have stayed sleeping." Andrew grinned, making Waylons skin crawl.

Waylon despised Andrews disgusting behavior, he never liked him. There was always something very off, his mannerisms of getting too close for comfort. Waylon usually avoided him when he could during work hours. Now he was trapped with him.

Although they probably wouldn't defend him, Waylon felt safer having SOMEone else around. A doctor, a patient, a scientist, having anyone else brought minor false comfort. Though Waylon knew how horribly useless it was. Andrew could do what he wished, others wouldn't stop him. He could also just order the others to leave.

Waylon was falling into depression, contemplating suicide. It wouldn't be easy, and attempts would be very painful. If he couldn't get tools to do it himself, he would have to go a different way. Aggravate violent patients, he could at least be put into a unending coma for the rest of his life.

His first target would be Eddie, if he could find him and get close. He most certainly wouldn't be happy to see him.

"probably crush my skull in with his punches." Waylon thought. It would be very painful, but at the most last only 5 minutes. That was good enough for him. He flinched away from another touch by Andrew on his face. He glared deeply at the man, showing his hatred and disgust.

"you wont be making that face when I tell you the good news." Andrew grinned. Waylon held his glare.

"more experiments?" Waylon thought with hatred.

"i met your friend today. He was doing well." Andrew smiled.

"friend?" Waylon thought confused. His look slowly changing to match his thoughts.

" Gluskin says hed like to meet you again." Andrew said.

"that name." Waylon though, dread covering his face and thoughts. He had no idea what Andrew wanted, but he was surely planning something.

"wont you be happy to see him?" Andrew asked cheerfully. Waylon stayed silent, still trying to overcome his cloud of dread and shock.

"still wont speak. Take your time, ill hear that lovely voice soon enough." Andrew chuckled.

"why is every sex crazed psycho attracted to me?" Waylon thought, a lump forming in his throat at Andrews words.

Waylon felt that there was some sort of bright side. Maybe he could aggravate Eddie enough to kill him. Security would take time to respond and doctors or scientists didn't stand a chance. They would be butchered if they tried to interfere. Then again, was suicide the answer? He did have a family waiting for him. Two kids and a wife, but how many days have passed without word from them?

"Lisa must have done something by now. Or did she just give up on me?" Waylon thought, depression eating at him. The thought of dying by a maniac beating him to death wasn't very ideal to him. He made it past so much just to die like that. Got by cannibals, patients of varying insanity, and a sex crazed psycho. Just to be beaten by him days later by choice.

"how many days has it been?" Waylon thought, trying to count how many sleepless nights he had. That knowledge was useless by itself, he couldn't even remember the last window he saw out of. His day night cycle twisted together in one slow painful blur. The whole building was mostly dark besides lamps lighting some halls. Or being so far underground that there was no chance of outside lights reaching in. artificial light being a depressing thing to feel constantly, instead of real sunlight.

Waylon looked around slowly, avoiding the chance of grabbing Andrews attention. He saw a clip board near by on the wall. He stared at it till the haze in his sight cleared. He scanned over it till he spotted a date in the corner. 8/12/## said the date on the board. Judging from the written notes, the board was recording today, so it had to be up to date.

Waylon let out a silent sigh. Realizing that testing had only been going on for 3 days. It all felt like weeks and years to him. He thought about Lisa still working to save him. It hadn't been that long, so she shouldn't have given up, yet. It gave him a little energy thinking about that. He just had to keep holding on, forget suicide.

Now he had to worry about Andrew and his plan. It sounded like he was gonna shove him in with Eddie. The thought made his breath get caught in his chest. What was he going to do if that happened?

"i cant fight, I cant even stand anymore." Waylon thought, shutting his eyes.

"maybe Gluskin will be the same. He would be facing the same experiments. However, ... with Andrews involvement. Hed probably be treated well, with 5 star meals and steroids to bulk him up quick. Hed aggravate him into a roid rage before shoving me into the lions den." Waylon thought.

"watch me be beaten to near death then intervene. Heal me up and repeat the progress a couple days later." he thought through a pounding headache. He winced as a needle was jabbed into his neck. The liquid injected felt like fire burning through his veins. His brain felt like it was boiling from the heat of the fever and injection.

Doctors gathered around him with boards and more injections. One after another was put into him. Some having no effects, others having painful or terrifying effects. Hallucinations of the doctors morphing into decaying mutated monsters. Creatures with jagged teeth, extra limbs, rotting dripping body's, hovering over him. Snarling and growling deeply t each other or him.

There was nothing he could do about it. His body froze up on him. Unable to fight the restrains or push the things away. Its only other option was to freeze and almost play dead. By some luck the monsters would leave or at least not kill him. The taste of blood was filling up his throat again. He wanted to cough and gag at the taste, but his frozen body refused to do anything that caught unwanted attention.

thank you for reading and please comment. =]

poor waylon.

decided to release this early, and bring comment requirements from 5 to 4. =]

unlike the original and sequel, this will require 4 comments(1 per person) per chap to continue!

1 chap = 1 Waylon and Eddie POV