Right, I just want to know how you guys can put up with my writing, I'm half decent at it but enjoy. So Taylor is nearly through this nightmare, she's just seen Walker do what he does best and she still doesn't know where Jace is, getting a bit worried for the fella yet? well who knows he might be fine or he might not be.

Taylor paced the hallway and held her arm, the pain was present but bearable, she had no idea how she managed to get away from Walker, why did he let me go? why didn't he just rip me apart? "Those treated with kindness remember and repay" Taylor spoke to herself.

Taylor's footsteps echoed along the corridor leading to the hallways overseeing the canteen, she reached the window and looked over into the barely lit area. This place was for the docile patients and those who could actually be around other people without harming them or themselves, wooden benches and seats, plastic cutlery etcetera. For once the place bad, like off food bad, even for one of the most horrible places in the world this asylum actually did decent food, but now, the inactive fridges and freezers were just releasing a pong. On the other hand she could see the light on in the opposite corridor also overlooking the canteen. This part of the hallway was spanning the entire outer side of the canteen almost like a rectangle in a rectangle separated by two gates on the adjacent side of where Taylor was.

Then there was an almighty crash in to canteen, Taylor ducked underneath the window she'd just been looking out.

"Oh hell no!" a voice shouted along with automatic fire. It was Jace!. Taylor peeked over the window and looked over to the other side to see a figure chasing after him, but what the hell made that bang? Taylor looked down into the canteen and saw the twins looking up at her, why can't they just bugger off!?

"Jace! I'm coming for you!" Taylor hollered across the canteen, she ran round the corner you crafty son of a bitch, I knew you weren't brown bread (That's Geordie for dead) Taylor thought happily, she reached the gate separating the two areas and felt her pocket for her keys... Keys! No! she pulled, pushed and rattled on the gate. It was locked.

"Fuck! Fuck!..." Jace sounded off as he sprinted around the corner and slammed into the gate, Taylor backed off. Jace was splattered with blood and a fresh set of new wounds, his armour was barely on and he didn't have his rifle.

"I don't have my keys!" Taylor cried as she leaned on the gate "Trager's got em'... Jace, out the window!" she spoke fast gesturing to the window, he could shimmy along to the next window to get to her, he peered over the window bracing his hands on the window pane.

"I'll break my legs going down there, the freakin' twins are there too!" Jace looked at Taylor, she was as scared for his safety so full of empathy "Listen, Taylor get the hell out of here now before..." a loud buzz saw sound interrupted Jace trying to make Taylor save herself.

"Move along the outsides of window to get to this one. Now!" Taylor shouted as she shook the gate still attempting to get it open, it still wasn't going to miraculously open.

"Come back here meat!" Taylor knew of only one patient who refers to other human beings as 'meat'. It was Manera and he was wielding a buzz saw.

"Taylor, leave now before he finds a way to get to you... You've been great to me..." Jace faced Taylor and put his fingers through the mesh of the gate, Taylor touched his hand and smiled faintly.

"You're not leaving without me Jace... no way am I giving up on you..." Taylor whimpered, Manera must have been biding his time.

"So touching..." Manera interrupted as he stepped out of the shadows, he was more covered in blood than Walker. Finally some decent meat, such convenience there is in my prey being trapped he smirked at his thoughts "I'm gonna give you more than scars this time meat!" he shouted as he rushed at Jace.

"Jace!" Taylor cried as he was pushed up against the gate, helplessly watching the demise of her colleague Taylor could do nothing but watch in horror as Manera struck Jace with blow after blow.

"MY MEAT!" Manera screamed impatiently, his prey wasn't going down easily, Jace finally fought back as he threw Manera on the floor.

"You're not going to hurt her you crazy bastard!" Jace hollered as he began kicking Manera on the floor, Taylor still watched worrying about Jace, this brief moment of victory was good, it gave Jace a chance to get away. But Manera had other plans, he started up his buzz saw and brought it Jace's lower leg, the blade connected with flesh and bone, Jace fell onto the wall cursing and crying.

"Get the hell away from him!" Taylor screamed in a bid to distract Manera, Taylor's heart was beating fast, Jace is hurt and I can't do anything about it. Jace limped towards the window, the lower part of his right leg had nearly been completely cut off he managed to get his left leg over the side of the window.

"No, you're mine!" Manera shouted as he recovered, he grabbed Jace and pulled him away from the window and he pushed him into the gate, Jace was stunned as Manera stood behind him.

"Taylor. Run." Jace said weakly, Taylor was hesitant she was completely lost she didn't know whether to listen to Jace and run or try and distract Manera. Jace was breathing heavily and his bright green eyes were glassy, Run! Why aren't you moving?! let me go!... Jace screamed internally. I don't want anything bad to happen to you Taylor, I'm here to make sure no one hurts you and no one will when I'm around, but I'm sorry that you'll have to look after yourself from now on. I love you. Jace closed his eyes and tried to block out the sound of Taylor crying.

"No, Jace" Taylor whimpered and staggered back, she felt sick she couldn't stop herself from panicking.

"My meat" Manera said softly as he tilted Jace's head back, Jace moaned and Manera placed his buzz saw on Jace's neck, then smiled "The meat is mine"

"Jace" Taylor uttered as the cannibal started up his saw and dragged it across Jace's neck, blood sprayed all over Taylor, Jace gurgled and was gone, Taylor rattled the gate pathetically "You sick fucker!" she screamed as her breath began to become more shallow.

"Mmm...meat.." Manera let Jace's husk fall limp against his body, he grabbed his meat's head and tilted it, he sunk his teeth into the meat, so raw and bloody, just enjoyable for him to gorge upon. Jace's lifeless body was then dropped to the floor with a thud and his life fluid just poured out of him. The atmosphere of the area changed from fear to complete and utter sadness and anger. Taylor dropped to her knees and clawed at the gate hoping to at least try and defend Jace's dead body, but she scuttled backwards because manera knelt down and reached for her through the bars and growled at her, like some sort of hungry animal.

"I'll be coming for you next sweetie" Manera gestured with his buzz saw at her, she sat in shock at what had happened to Jace but manera too sat there for a while, probably contemplating on what to do with Jace's body. Manera studied Taylor and scowled "I'm gonna get your meat soon" he got up off of the floor and grabbed Jace's body.

"You fucking let go of him now!..." Taylor shouted as she banged against the closed gate "Leave him alone!" she screamed. Manera wasn't listening, he just ignored her and dragged his meat along with him. He turned the corner he had just chased his meat from and dragged him along the floor, such a waste of blood he thought as he looked behind him at the pool and trail of blood he had left. And a waste of such valuable time, I'll be on my way to get the other piece of meat later.

Sadness had turned into rage, Taylor just screamed, she didn't care if anyone heard her, she was beyond pissed-off now. Taylor curled up in a ball on the cold floor, covered in Jace's blood she whimpered, her tears had all dried up from whinging about her arm earlier, she had no tears to shed for Jace. A new wave of coldness washed over Taylor's heart, she had just lost the closest thing she'd ever had to a partner. Ever.

"Keep going" A voice whispered next to Taylor, she opened her eyes and got up slowly, this voice was flanging, it seemed to be a harmonic synchronicity of different peoples voices. When Taylor stood up and looked around it there was an area of cold air on her right side, she looked to see nothing and was thrown through the window by an unseen force. This wasn't a push, this was picked up with strength and thrown with anger. Taylor had no time to react, she fell through the air and hit on of the wooden tables hard on her left side, that wasn't going to do any good for her shoulder, she tried to reach for her knife but her body wasn't having it.

"Oh that hurt..." Taylor groaned as she rolled on the table, but when she managed to get over the haziness of the impact she looked up at the window and seen a black mass that had soon dissipated before it could fully manifest, was that what had thrown her through the window?

"Should we indulge in our desires brother?" the taller twin stood near the table as he spoke to his brother.

"Momentarily" His brother laughed as he stood on the opposite side of the table and looked at Taylor, she on the other hand wasn't so happy with the joke, Taylor had been winded on impact, she rolled on her back to get the pressure off of her arm. The surroundings of the cafeteria was a lot better, now there was a steady breeze coming through the door.

"Greatly satisfying" Taller twin glided his hand up Taylor's leg.

"Fuck off!" Taylor sat up but was pushed back down by the smaller twin, she tried to struggle but she wasn't going anywhere when the twins were right in front of her. The smaller twin brushed a coarse hand across her collarbone then roughly grabbed her throat and pushed her off the table and onto the floor.

"We best be careful with her brother, she is fragile" The taller brother sat down on the bench of the table Taylor was just on and he put his machete on the table.

"A little rough and tumble never hurt anyone" his twin shrugged and looked down at the psychiatrist who was on her hands and knees trying to shuffle away, he grabbed her ankles and brought her towards his brother, shoving her on her knees.

"Agreed" The taller twin spoke, as he looked at the blonde, she wasn't even looking at them, To afraid to face certainty, the smaller brother knocked Taylor towards his brother but she braced her hands hard on the floor, she wasn't going anywhere near the nether regions of either of them. "Must I do everything myself" the taller brother grasped the back of Taylor's head and pulled her towards himself, Taylor closed her eyes and placed her hands on the taller twin's legs pushing herself away making sure she dug her nails in do he'd feel a little pain.

"That is unfair..." the smaller brother grumbled angrily at his brother as he pulled Taylor away from his twin "...we were supposed to share..." the smaller twin's tone hardened. Taylor, with the welcoming distraction crawled under a table and towards the canteen door, she got up slowly to watch the twins arguing in a calm and collective manner. Weird.

"Well maybe we could come to an arrangement..." The taller brother growled as he picked up his machete and stood up.

"Sharing is what siblings are accustomed to..." The smaller brother said calmly.

"...I appologise..." The taller brother bowed humbly.

"Oh, hug it out you arseholes!" Taylor shouted angrily at the twins while standing at the door.

"She thinks we're assholes" The smaller brother spoke as he gripped his cleaver tightly as Taylor turned left out of sight.

"...Next time we will not be so merciful" The taller brother began pacing towards the way Taylor went as his twin sighed.

"Why doesn't she just comply..." He huffed as he walked after his brother.

With Taylor

Taylor held her injured arm, the rain still poured, even with her having no tears to weep she still felt better crying in the rain, you can't tell the difference between raindrops and tears when it's chucking it down. I'm getting out of here Jace, I promise she thought as the rain lashed on her. The sky was as dark as the nearly powerless asylum, dim lights did show Taylor the way to the other atrium though, she had to make it passed many gates first and even then the weather was still a bitch. Fog. There was a thick patch of fog between her and the other sets of gates, what use is defence when you can't see your enemy?.

"shhh" Taylor heard a voice but it sounded a good few steps away from her, then something or someone hit her on her right side.

"Ow!" she shouted, she clutched herself and made a run for the next gate, Taylor let herself go "You were a Sergeant in the fucking military, get your bearings woman" she said to herself aggressively. Taylor leant against the wire mesh and looked at herself how could i have allowed myself to become so weak? the rain became more forceful and so she pressed on through the maze of gates. Every door she checked was either locked or barricaded and that left no choice but to head in the direction of the vocational block.

"Not that far to walk now Taylor" she reassured herself, looking up at one of the towers, hate to fall from there she thought. "Ladders. great" Taylor looked up at a set of some very unsturdy looking ladders, she knew for a fact that the vocational atrium door would be locked. "Slippy. Rusty... Ah fuck it..." Taylor climbed the ladders despite her conscious telling her not to, the roof of the older part of the asylum had seen better days and the tower looked even more threatening up a height, then a fork of lightning lit up the sky followed by booming thunder. Just like home.

"Not... allowed.. to leave" That same synchronous voice made Taylor turn for fear of being thrown off the roof and plunging to her death, the black mass appeared to fully manifest this time, the figure looked almost humanoid. Taylor tried to step as carefully as she could across the slates of the roof, she was concerned about the thing watching her, but she looked to see it was pacing next to her, she tried not to jump but she lost her footing. Sliding down the roof Taylor tried to grasp any of the tiles, they all came loose, who the fuck did the slating on this fucking roof! but she came near the end of the roof and luckily she grabbed the gutter.

"Shit!" Taylor shouted, her arm wasn't really recovered enough to hold on for long, Taylor's fingers tried to hold onto the plastic guttering, but it was digging into her fingers, she could no longer hold onto it. Taylor let go, her boots scraped at the wet bricks, she couldn't find a ledge to grab onto but pushing herself off of the wall and reaching for a broken wooden scaffold was that last ditch attempt, better try that than to die in vain Taylor successfully managed to pull herself up onto the scaffolding, but looking down to the lower part of where she was, she saw a gaping hole in the building below her. "Calm it. The guy upstairs has a better plan for you dying pet" Taylor sat and took a breather for a bit, still weary of her new ghostly friend, wherever it may be.

The height she would've fell would have definitely made her go *SPLAT* but Taylor seen a way to get into the building below her, another gutter, only this time she could slide down it, when she managed to get down,she inspected the large hole, if someone fell from that roof it must have bloody well hurt she thought as she clambered through the gap. Ah shelter from the rain.

This somewhat extension of the asylum was damp and cold, it didn't help being soaked to the skin. it was very dark, so dark in fact that one could only navigate by touch , shelves, boxes littered everywhere. It was eerie bar from a few scuffles and drips of water and even the boom of the moving storm. A light in the distance guided Taylor through the walls of this storage room, but she seen someone, Taylor looked through the gap in the wall, he wasn't moving, then she realised the guy was hanging from some rope.

"Aww hell" Taylor looked at the makeshift noose, it was behind his head, no doubt this guy died of asphyxiation someone wanted him to die slowly or he just didn't know that you had to put the noose at the side of your neck to successfully break the neck.

"Whos there!" a voice shouted as Taylor dropped down near the set of stairs leading to the textile room of the vocational block.

"maybe they could be our goat?" Another voice said. A door slammed open to reveal a disfigured man with a cleaver. Taylor tried to run but her cold body wouldn't permit her too, either that or her body had decided to put the mind out of it's misery and to end the nightmare.

"Dennis!" Taylor shouted as she lifted her hands in preperation of being chopped, Dennis stopped and dropped his cleaver, Taylor slowly moved her hands at the sound of the utensil hitting the floor.

"She's brave enough, you're pathetic" Dennis said, this poor patient is a sufferer of Multiple Personality Disorder, he talked in his brother's, father's and grandpa's voice, while his was just a mumbling stutter. "Ah, shut up you don't know nothin' 'bout girls..." he continued.

"Er... Dennis? You're not going to hurt me are you?" Taylor shivered.

"N...N..No.." Dennis stuttered, Taylor stepped passed him towards the door, she seen the stairs to the main guts of the vocational block. then Dennis approached her and prodded a finger in her back.

"What?" Taylor tried her best not to be aggressive as she turned to face the disfigured patient.

"Be careful down there or the Groom'll 'ave you" Dennis spoke in his brothers Timmy's voice.

"And what will you be doing?" Taylor spoke as she opened the door

"Oh, I'll be around" Dennis spoke in his father's voice as he returned to pick up his cleaver. Taylor shut the door and sat on the stairs in contemplation as she hears the fading footsteps of Dennis. "Here comes the bride... Here comes your bride. Mr Gluskin" Dennis smirked.

Little did Taylor know she just delivered her own self to Gluskin's hell.

Dennis' poem

1...2...3...4...

Water seeping on the floor

5...6...7...8...

Current dragging me towards fate

9...10...11...12...

Further. Deeper I must delve

13...14...15...16...

Water turned a browny green

17...18...19...20...

Body and mind running on empty

21...22...23...24...

Gotta save the one I adore

25...26...27...28...

The darkness makes me hesitate

29...30...31...32...

Dragged upwards, long overdue

33...34...35...36...

The only one rescued by great heroics

Pa a good comrade...

Timmy a little skinny...

Grandpa an outlaw...

Moma...

Coma.

Right tell me what you think of the chapter and what that poem ^ means. Personally my heart breaks every time I kill a character and this hasn't been easy, when I wrote this chapter Jace was going to break one of his legs and get carted off by father Martins variants but it's simply too nice for Outlast. For the brothers arguing, I thought it would be something funny to add because family members do often have disputes and well you never do hear them arguing. Dennis is one of the unsung characters in Outlast whistlblower, even though he's not going to get much in this story he is added in because he is a good character.

Taylor: Touch me again and I swear to God I will eviscerate both your assses! *Walks away from twins*

Taller twin: *shrug*

Smaller twin: I only want a hug

Taylor: Nope!

Anyway thankyou and good night.