It's nice to see you guys read this and to you ShadingRose you are great!... Well ouch much for Taylor? So after having Trager run his filthy hands over our dear Taylor, fill her with morphine and stabbed her hand, and now she's been knocked out by a bloody variant and carted off to God knows where, seriously I should give that poor woman some slack. What's going on? Why is this happening? Why hasn't she ran into Jace yet? So many questions...

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"Father Martin will be pleased" the patient said as he dragged his unconscious prize to the lift, he looked at the woman he had captured, and was confused. First off, she was a she, a real she with all the flesh. Second, there were no other women here, she must be special he thought. The elevator door opened and he hoisted her over his shoulder and walked down the corridor to the chapel. The chapel itself was lit by candle light and was half filled with other patients listening to Father Martin's sermon, the patient placed the unconscious woman in the pew second from the front and caught Father Martin's attention. "It is the woman... The one who helps" the patient coughed as he stood back threatened by twins standing near him.

"So it is my son, but I have not been told about her yet, nor am I aware of her importance in The Walrider's plan. Leave her here I will have the brothers tend to her" Father Martin spoke calmly as he looked at the woman slumped into the pew, she was special if she had survived this far into the rebirth, maybe with her being here it may open up a new chapter on why she is different from the others.

About forty minutes later...

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"Preacher, I believe she is coming around..." The taller twin spoke as he watched the doctor wake up, he sat in the pew behind her and placed his hands her on shoulders softly so she wouldn't get up in fright and try to run, his brother smirked at him when Taylor groaned as she came around.

"... Such fun will be occurring soon brother" The smaller one talked as he sat next to the waking Taylor.

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Taylor's vision was blurred but her eyes caught little lights, were they candles? Or was the power back on?. Then her sense of smell returned, still bloody from when that fucking patient punched her but another which made her realise that there were candles the burning of wax and a congested heat that made her feel warm on the inside. Her taste was still as good as ever even with the iron taste of blood in her mouth off the whack she had taken from the patient. The sound of shuffling and muttering was among the room... But what was that?... Who was that?... She felt large, firm hands on her shoulders as her vision sharpened, she immediately tried to sit up and run, but another pair of hands grabbed her left arm as the hands on her shoulders pushed her down, she looked, the bloke was starkers, it was one of the twins, the smaller one, and never one without the other, the pair of hands grabbing her by her shoulders was the taller one, she clamped her eyes shut, not nice at all. Ugh. She felt sick, why did they feel the need to be like that? Then the pain of her injured hand returned, but it was more at a lull now, had someone here fixed her up?

"Nicely boys, we do not wish the harming of one of our own" another voice spoke, Taylor moved her head in the direction if the voice and opened her eyes slowly, the man in front of her had a sort of priest's attire on, it took her a while to realise it was, Martin...

"...Archimbaud" Taylor spoke, she knew little of this patient only that he suffered delusions of a 'higher calling', Taylor looked down at herself, she couldn't run or hide, was this the part were the twins took her away and indulge in their desires? Taylor was just glad she could feel her legs again, thank God the morphine had worn off, but the numbing pain of her hand was annoying.

"The psychiatrist. I've heard stories of your kindness Miss Winterbourne, very brave of you. I believe you are acquainted with the brothers?" Father Martin asked, Taylor nodded as she kept her eyes on herself not wanting to look at the twins, they then removed their hands from her as she looked up as the priest.

"I want to leave... can I go? I really have better things to do than be here" Taylor smiled, but something caught her eye behind the priest, it was a bloke nailed to a cross, the guy wore black armour, Taylor immediately thought the worst, was Jace?! but looking to the left she seen a white stripe. It was one of Snow's men. She looked back quick to avoid opening up why he was up there, Taylor would never wish anyone dead, but lately that seemed to be a different matter.

"I'm afraid not, you have survived this long so, without a doubt, you are involved in our great Walrider's plan. Another one came looking for you, if you follow the blood you may find your friend, but I'd exercise caution outside this chapel, those not following may kill you. Not to mention the brothers have the right to do anything of their choosing outside this room..." Father Martin said calmly as he pointed to the blood trail leading out to the outside area of the asylum "Follow the blood and find your salvation. I will pray for you and your friend. Oh and you won't forget to listen The Walrider's words would you my child?" he continued as he stepped out of the way for Taylor to get up. Father martin seemed to be wearing a straitjacket to which he's modified to look like a priests robe, Well at least he's in character.

"No problem... Thanks Father, for the hand and all" Taylor held her now bandaged hand up, wow he's gullible, not only did he believe she was a 'follower' but that she would listen to The Walrider, crazy.

"You are most welcome child" Father Martin spoke and went to chat with his congregation, Taylor got up and wobbled a bit, her head stung slightly from the patients hit but she was fine as long as she ignored the twins. Taylor looked around, lots of patients stared at her, many of them she had treated and some of them still possessed the humanity to smile at her, she obviously smiled back. Taylor made her way down the corridor towards the vegetated courtyard, the walk made her feel better, although she was still light headed she felt the energy of someone else.

"Quit following me..." Taylor said as she pivoted on the spot and was going to point her finger, but she turned and bumped her body into that of the taller twin "fuck" Taylor cussed looking up at the older twin and stepped back, how could they get that close without her realising, but she thought to herself the view up there isn't any better than the view down there, move! as she immediately turned back round and put her hands on her face, both out of awkwardness and distress, Why can't you guys just leave me alone!

"I think she is embarrassed brother" the smaller twin said standing behind his brother smiling.

"I believe so, she will have to endure it" the taller twin spoke hardly as he watched Taylor stand there.

"I agree, if we are going to have our way with her" the smaller twin laughed as Taylor began walking down the stairs to the courtyard.

"Does she not understand that we will be stalking her?" The taller twin began pacing after Taylor as his brother joined him by his side.

"I know she does. She probably enjoys our company..." The smaller twin looked at his brother as Taylor opened the door to the pitch black courtyard.

"I presume she will enjoy much more than that when we have our way with her brother..." The taller twin smiled down at his brother, he really did enjoy spending time with his brother, terrorising people and seeing the fear on their faces it was very heartwarming to him.

"What's mine is yours..." The smaller twin smirked as they saw Taylor walked off into the blackness of the outside.

"And what's yours is mine..." The taller twin began to walk at a slow pace in the direction of Taylor as his brother matched his pace next to him.

"...Let our hunt begin" The smaller twin growled. For now Taylor was alright, she was safe once again, hands free, able to climb better, run faster. But how long will her safety last until the twins capture her.

Taylor let out a big sigh when she paced the path towards the other end side of the asylum, she didn't hear them or see them but she knew that the twins were there, watching and waiting. It was very disgusting having two naked grown men chasing after her, she wanted to get out of this place, you can't run before you can walk Taylor. The poor woman had seen the most awful things to give her more horrific nightmares for the rest of her life. It was nice to get outside, feel the mountain air and to know that she was at least half way through this asylum.

"Okay, through the canteen and into the main block. Then out." Taylor said aloud, she didn't care if the twins heard her, if they followed her tuff shit, she'd have to hot wire her car to escape this nightmare. Taylor walked down the path of the centre of the courtyard she wondered what had happened to the security guards, they'll be fighting for there lives no doubt. Looking around the cold darkness Taylor spotted the door to the canteen she just hoped it was open, if not she'd have to climb through a window. Taylor looked to her right to see the masses of fences leading to the vocational block of the asylum, it was getting rather foggy and she didn't want to go there. Then the light spit of rain started.

Taylor was pacing towards the door when a massive cloud engulfed all the light in the courtyard, the heavens opened the rain began to bucket down. She quickly sprinted to the door, it was locked.

"Shit" Taylor swore, she looked around for any other possible way into the canteen, but there was none, the only way to cut through was to climb up a floor to the hospital. She didn't want to go up, if there was any patients up there she didn't want them to come after her.

Some steps away in the darkness of the courtyard...

"Look at her, all soaked and cold..." The taller twin said to his brother calmly as the rain pelted on them.

"I believe she will be warmer inside our bellies..." The smaller twin licked his lips hungrily at the thought of consuming the psychiatrist.

"I can only agree..." The taller twin replied as they watched Taylor clamber up a few boxes to reach the over hang of the hospital ward window.

"But I'd rather be inside of her before we indulge in our desires" The smaller twin smirked as he took point. Both men walked slowly through the rain in the direction of the canteen, they didn't care if he door was locked, they could break through it.

Hospital ward...

Taylor hopped into the medical block, she closed the window slowly to make sure the twins wouldn't follow her in her footsteps. The medical block was as dark as the first time the power went off, a few bulbs flickered on and off but Taylor still couldn't see what was in front of her. Had the whole asylum went to ruins after Blaire had threw her in the wards? God I never knew I was that necessary to this place running Taylor thought.

"Who's there?" A voice came from down the hallway, Taylor didn't want to investigate, but that was the direction she was going. The dry air caught Taylor's throat as she paced towards the voice, when she found the person who called out to her, she was shocked it was the guard who was going to put the cuffs on her "Miss Winterbourne, Blaire assumed you were dead" he coughed vigorously as he gripped his bleeding chest.

"Yeah, well it takes a lot more to get rid of me" Taylor kneeled down to look at the guards wounds, he had been stabbed several times in the chest and his calves had been cut wide open on both legs, this guy is gonna bleed out soon Taylor thought.

"If you're going to leave, take this..." The guard handed Taylor a torch "Careful, these bastards fight back..." the guard gurgled, then it hit her, how could she have been so stupid, Taylor slid her hand into her right boot and took out her knife.

"I'm such an idiot, I had this the entire time" Taylor joked but the guard had slipped away, she looked away, poor guy, died in a pool of his own blood, unable to fight back. Taylor tested the torch, she'd only use it if she was in real desperate need of escaping, she wouldn't want to give her position away unnecessarily.

The wards of the hospital area of the asylum were no different to the rest of the place, rife with dirt and damp, not to mention the leaks coming in from every crevasse in the walls and ceilings. Taylor eyed the discolored privacy curtains and squalid looking beds, how could you treat those disadvantaged with such disrespect? then again no patient was really treated properly, just experimented on and left to sink further into their own insanity.

"Follow the blood and find your salvation" Father Martin's words echoed in Taylor head, she was here to find Jace and get the hell out of here, not to go on some dementia suffering 'priests' quest.

"I'm coming for you Jace, just hold on" Taylor talked to herself. The coldness of the area was definitely known to Taylor now, her soaked clothes clung to her body and caused her to shiver, her goose pimpled skin made her crave a nice warm shower. "remember, the cold never bothered you when you were at home" Taylor continued as she stepped along the dark dank corridor, she had never been alone for so long in different parts of the asylum before. When she reached the end of the hallway she seen a door, when she turned the knob it didn't budge, she shook the door furiously before looking up in defeat, but she noticed the glass pane above the door had been smashed, Taylor climbed up and over it and started to regret wearing boots for the day.

Taylor brushed her hands through her wet hair as she tried to wring the water out, her blond hair went brownish with the moisture, she shivered as she tried to dry her hands on her cargo pants but they were soaked too, she frowned but carried on, it shouldn't take too long to dry if I'm going to be wandering around for ages Taylor thought to herself as she slid the torch into her pocket.

"C'mere!" A voice roared at the end of the corridor, Taylor took cover behind an overturned bed and peaked over it. The loud coarse voice belonged to Chris Walker, without a shadow of a doubt. The bulky giant pursued a security guard up the hallway, he scurried away from his attacker as Taylor hid behind the bed. If Chris Walker was loose that was a massive chunk of bad news, yeah he was reasonably calm yesterday, but it was Walker and that was all you would need to say to make a guard in this place cower away. Like most of the other patients here, he had a serious problems with keeping emotions in check as well as unprovoked outbursts of rage whether it be provoked or otherwise.

"No! No Please!..." The security guard screamed, Taylor closed her eyes as she heard the unmistakable sound of tearing flesh and cracking of bones then a guttural snarl sounded off as the security guard stopped screaming.

"Who's there?! come out!" Walker shouted "There's no use in hiding! I smell your fear!..." he hollered, Taylor sat still as loud footsteps approached her safe spot. Taylor felt her heart stop. All of a sudden the bed was dragged from behind her with such force she nearly fell backwards if Walker hadn't of grabbed her. Taylor was then in the clutches of Walker "Found you!..." Walker held Taylor to his height grasping her throat with just one hand she dropped her knife as her vision began to blur.

"Chris... it's me.. Winterbourne!" Taylor screamed at him, his face was covered in blood and contorted with anger but his rage abruptly ceased as he dropped Taylor on the ground, she collapsed to her hands in shock and began hyperventilating in fear, the air was in her lungs to breathe but her breaths were short and fast, the oxygen just wasn't getting to her brain to tell her body to leg it.

"Sergeant..." Walker growled softly as he tried to help Taylor up, the giant knelt down and tried to reach out to her.

"I'm okay... I'm okay" Taylor said as she tried to breathe slowly she then reached for her knife and leaned against the wall, her wet clothes stuck to the concrete and she leaned her head back to look up at Chris, killing machine alright she thought, he was head to toes in blood and most of it fresh, probably from his latest victim, Taylor looked across to the guards headless body, Walker had simply removed the defenseless mans head like a cap from a bottle of beer. Taylor shuddered as she tried to shake off what had just happened, she managed to clear her mind when she looked back at Walker. Chris Walker, a former military man, reduced to a mental mess and with the awful pairing of superhuman strength, not being able to progress beyond stage 3 hormone therapy was a massive setback for Dr. Walsh, they should've never gave him the treatment in the first place, Walker was trying to recover from Afghanistan for God sake. Bastards.

"Are you alright?" Walker asked as he attempted to smile, but it failed because his 'braces' weren't made for smiling. All that self-mutilation, he really didn't look like him anymore. When he first came here he looked better than what people here seen as a monster, the perfect looking soldier, physically fit, crew cut brown hair all locked up in his cell ,known in his career for his military prowess, the great contrast of liberating those who cannot fight to becoming detained themselves. A lot like the great fuck you on how football players are paid more for kicking a ball round a pitch than those brave men and women out risking their lives on a daily basis to protect the vulnerable. It's all backwards.

"Yeah, just let me get my bearings" Taylor stood up and felt a sudden jolt of adrenaline that told her to stab Walker and see what happens, but she suppressed it and put her knife in her pocket and balled her fists, well that came a bit late, could of had that before he grabbed me.

"Looking for Scars?" Walker asked as he stepped closer to Taylor "...or did Martin send you?..." Walker seen something click in Taylor, did the stupid pig send Winterbourne on his quest to aid the Walrider?, Walker had conflicting feelings, but they were overcome by his duty to protect those whom he had served for the large portion of his life.

"Yeah, I think Jace would've had to come through here. Father Martin..." Taylor didn't finish her sentence, she was pushed up against the wall, but this time Walker held her left shoulder and wrist and began pulling, Taylor began wailing in pain as he pulled and twisted slowly.

"The Walrider must not be released!" Walker barked at Taylor as she writhed in hurt.

"I fucking ignored the old bastard! Honestly!" Taylor cried out as she felt her left arm begin to slip out of its socket.

"Oh really?!" Walker growled at her, he still kept pulling despite Taylor scrunching up her face in pain and tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I've NEVER lied to you Chris!" Taylor wept in pain as Walker stopped and looked down at her, he pushed her arm back to make sure it was in place, she fell against him as she felt like her whole body was enveloped in agony.

"Sorry sergeant" Walker whispered, he was totally perplexed with emotions, sadness, relief and most of all, something he hadn't felt in a long while, guilt. "I didn't want to..." he continued to blabber to himself as Taylor leaned into his blood soaked chest. Why did you do that? your a friend... "...But The Walrider mustn't be able to have a host..." Walker spoke gruffly. Then he thought back to when he arrived in this pathetic excuse for asylum, the nightmares, waking up in sweat, shouting when woke from a night terror and all of those tests. But when he met that corporate pig Blaire for the first time he wished he had the power to rip his head from his measly body, self obsessed waste of a life, but that's when he also met Taylor Winterbourne. He didn't know how many times he requested for her to be his observing physician, but she stayed after Blaire left and talked for a long while, just about life outside his cell and most of it was about Afghanistan, stuff that just stuck with him. Made me feel a lot better rather than worse when you were there, you told tales that would make normal people laugh but you tried too hard to be nice... he thought, but he was brought back to reality when Taylor spoke again.

"Not... your fault" Taylor whimpered slowly, her arm felt like it was going to fall off, but it almost went away when Walker rubbed his large hand on her shoulder, thank God she didn't hear that awful pop of her arm, it wasn't dislocated but thankfully she'd recover quicker and won't be like a wounded animal wandering about aimlessly looking for a way out whilst being stalked by its predator. Not how I want to go Taylor thought.

"Need to go... find a way to stop The Walrider" Walker looked down at Taylor, her face was soaked with tears and she had bits of blood on her from hugging him, Walker put his arm around Taylor and walked her to the junction he had chased the guard from. "Next time you might not be so lucky... exposure to energy... easier to gain host... kill or be killed..." Walker mumbled again.

"I'm going that way" Taylor gestured with her head as she stepped from Walker's grip, her eyes were now clear of tears, but she still didn't know whether to be weary of Walker still, he had a way of being very unpredictable.

"Screams beckon me the other" Walker looked down the hall and back to Taylor who was nursing her shoulder. Walker nodded and paced his way but stopped and turned his head back to look at the doctor "Sergeant, be the best" he spoke gruffly.

Taylor smiled at Walker but winced as she tried to move her arm to salute "Semper Fi, Chris" then with that the giant wandered off to complete his mission to stop The Walrider and Taylor continued on hers, she just hoped that her VIP was still breathing unlike the security guard who met an ugly demise with Chris Walker.

Aww wasn't that nice? scary but nice, but that means next time Walker see's Taylor he's not going to go easy on her let alone leave her to become a host to The Walrider. C'mon then reviews always help and I hope you are enjoying my stuff up to now :)

For every right there is wrong, but wrong can be amended, right isn't always the good type of right, sometimes we must do things that we aren't too keen on, like exams, paperwork, night shifts but to get through it is just another way of beating the bad. everyone has heart but some just don't know how to use it.