Sorry for not updating in a while, it just takes a while and some thought to make up thee chapters. I really love reading your reviews and you pshycogurl33, you made me smile with your comment. Anyways onto the story, well our favourite psychiatrist has just watched her body guard be killed by Manera, then she got thrown out a window by The Walrider, forced near the nether regions of the taller twin and nearly falling off of a roof to her death. God. will it end for her? will she get a break? well read on and find out.
Descending down the steps to the Vocational block Taylor stopped near the bottom. What did Dennis mean by 'The Groom'll 'ave you'? No matter, first priority is getting out of here. A rest will be nice right about now Taylor thought as she sat down a few steps down. She was soaked to the skin, her khaki tank top turned dark green because of the rain and it clung to her skin and her cargo pants were also drenched, she must've looked like a drowned rat. But Taylor wasn't going to let the cold bother her anytime soon, but exhaustion on the other and was a different problem.
"I can't have a nap, not when I'm so close" Taylor talked to herself, the darkness was fitting for forty winks. Taylor closed her eyes and she shifted on the steps to get comfortable, well to some extent. Even being a light sleeper and her clothes being waterlogged Taylor managed to drift off.
Some time later...
"She's asleep, can't you se that you little whelp" Denis' grandpa spoke to him.
"She... She looks... w...weak" Dennis replied as he watched Taylor.
"Yeah, well she ain't the only one" Timmy spoke
"Give me five more minutes man..." Taylor moaned like a teenager wanting to stay in bed, she opened her eyes though and forgot where she was "...fuck..." she sighed not a dream, this must be what it is like for patients to wake up from the machine.
"You...you... don't wanna... g..go down there ... d.. do you?" Dennis stuttered as he sat a few steps above Taylor
"Yeah I do. I'm just tired that's all" Taylor yawned and stretched. Taylor looked as Dennis, he was schizy and rather agitated as usual. Most of the patients were like that, very few were as calm as the Twins, or as intelligent as Father Martin. Dennis just kept himself to himself, he would usually spend his time 'talking' or more often than not 'arguing' with his family. Another reason why this place should be shut down, trauma shouldn't be exploited it should be treated. Why did you believe the people here were helping the patients? guess I have a duty to protect people, sacrifice a hundred over here so you can save a couple of hundred over there. Morals and ethics don't count here Taylor thought.
"He..Here.." Dennis stammered, he held in his shaky hand a can, which he placed a step above Taylor, she picked it up and shook it.
"She ain't very appreciative is she?" Dennis spoke in his brothers voice.
"Cheers" Taylor got her knife out of her pocket and stuck it in the can and pried it open "must've been the sound of the rain that helped me drift off" she said as she took the lid off the can.
"Water is an awful thing" Dennis spoke in Timmy's voice "So precious. But devastating given time." he continued.
"Sorry for bringing that up..." Taylor looked down apologetically. But on the bright side, tinned peaches!
"Flooding water. Dragging current. Debris drifting. Drowning." Dennis spoke in his father's voice.
"So scared... Poor mama" Dennis whimpered quietly holding his head.
"Dennis, look around you, you're on dry flooring, look no water here to sweep you away" Taylor looked at Dennis and wondered what the hell what was going through his head. Dissociative Identity Disorder/ Multiple Personality Disorder was usually caused by a traumatic event in adolescent stage or even younger. Nothing was on his file about how he could've developed it, but it sounds like a flood took away his entire family.
"Stop whining you pathetic possum!" He shouted in his grandpa's voice.
"Moma wouldn't wan' us cryin' 'bout it... we gotta stay strong..." he spoke in his brothers voice
"...for her sake son..." Dennis added in his father's voice.
"Dennis, you're safe..." Taylor reached out and held his arm but he shook her off and interrupted her.
"I'm as safe as you are with the groom down there" Dennis spoke in his father's voice as he stood atop the stairs. "But thanks for the confidence..." he continued bitterly then he walked off back to his hunting ground.
"That went well, Taylor" She spoke to herself stabbing down on a sliced peach. Jace I missing you man, I need someone sane to talk to and preferably someone who won't try and kill me as well. Taylor ate the last of her peaches and cleaned her knife. "Time to get your arse into gear, lass" she continued to talk to herself as she placed he knife back into her deep pocket and walked down the steps into the darkness.
The lower Vocational block was fairly dark if it wasn't for the light peaking through the windows. The damp was just keeping all the cold and moisture in the wooden floorboards. The rain water looked like it had patched its way into every nook and cranny in this part of the block. The rain was dying down and the clouds were lightening up, all a good sign of getting out of here. But all of that was from the view of a murky window, had probably had seen better days, but it could have been her mind playing tricks on her, false hope. This part of the asylum looked like it hadn't seen life in God knows how long. The walls were discoloured and splattered with blood, all dark, dried and dated. Taylor shivered with the the cold and all these horrifying sights weren't helping her moral for wanting to continue into the darkness.
"Wish this place wasn't so dark" Taylor whispered to herself, she felt her other pocket for her flashlight the guard had given her. No not yet, you can still see. There was enough light to see around, so Taylor checked as many doors as she could possible way out or a hiding place if need be. There was just something about is area that she didn't like, she didn't know what it was, it as just something. All the doors on the floor she was on were shut so she decided to try the stairs, she pulled on the door but realised the hinges were rusty a good kick will do that in she thought. Taylor kicked the mesh gate a few times and it finally gave in, the gate opened with a crash and without any contemplation what so ever Taylor walked down two flights of stairs and into a dark corridor.
This area wasn't so different, the floorboards creaked when Taylor traversed them, there was still large dam patches and mos of the windows on his floor were blacked out, she just hoped there wasn't a monster lurking in the distance. Taylor checked doors for possible hiding spots or way out, but no of them were opened, she found herself trying to open a trying to open a door with a locker half over it. The locker clanged, she didn't know if it was her moving the door or not but she decided to investigate.
Taylor opened the locker room door slowly, its hinges creaked with age and gave anyone in the room a heads up that they're not alone now. Pacing carefully towards the moving locker, Taylor didnt know whether to be cautious or just go for it. Hooking her hand underneath the locker's handle she pulled it open.
"Fuck" The man held his hand up defensively over his body, he was holding a camera and the LCD screen shone enough light to recognise facial feature.
"Waylon?" Taylor whispered loudly as she bent down to the cowering man.
"Shit. Winterbourne, don't do that..." Waylon pushed himself out of the locker and sat on the floor opposite Taylor "No..." he hit his camera and put it on the floor next to him.
"Out of batteries?" Taylor pulled out the torch from her pocket and handed it to him "here, take them... anyways what are you doing here?" she asked as she sat down opposite Waylon.
"Trying to survive...sss..." Waylon hissed at the end of his sentence and gripped his right ankle, but he emptied the flashlight of batteries and loaded them into his camera. He was visibly trying to keep himself concentrated on other things to not get the full hurt from his injured ankle.
"What have you went and done?" Taylor said still trying to keep her voice low. Waylon turned his camcorder's LCD screen around to shed some light in the room, smart move, don't want to light up the whole room with a proper light Taylor thought.
"I don't want to climb ladders again" Waylon gave a hurt sigh. Taylor rolled up the leg of Waylon's pants just above the wound, it looked nasty, thank God this hasn't got infected Taylor thought was this just bad luck? or was he running from something?
"I need something to stop the bleeding... That fabric would be preferable" Taylor gestured to Waylon's arm, the sleeve of his white shirt was ripped. Taylor smiled as Waylon tore his sleeve off, the sound of it cracked into the air.
"I appreciate the help but we really should be getting out of here..." Waylon spoke as Taylor secured the makeshift bandage on his ankle, the sudden jolt of pain made him jump "...I was being chased..." Then Waylon was interrupted...
"I want a girl, just like the girl, that married dear old dad..." Someone was singing. Taylor looked at Waylon and he looked back at her with a expression that beat her own. Raw fear.
"That's the guy who was chasing after me...The Groom" Waylon whispered harshly and grabbed Taylor's hand, Waylon was writing something on her bandage with a broken pen "Go here when you get out" The blond man breathed fast, fear was really engaging him at this point.
"How do you know I'd sacrifice myself for you?" Taylor took her hand away from Waylon as he grabbed his camcorder and helped him shuffle back into his safe haven.
"You're one of the few people I trust in this hell hole. Well... you and Jace anyway" Waylon smiled but Taylor choked when he mentioned her deceased friend.
"Come out once I've gone okay. I'll lead this 'Groom' away" Taylor tried to smile but it fell back to normal. That fucking cannibalistic bastard! Those dead eyes, rolled back into his head. Couldn't stop the bleeding even if I tried my hardest. Would've had to get past Manera. Can't sew a slit jugular with a standard med kit even if I could've got to one in time...
"Winterbourne" Waylon whispered loudly, does he woman have selective hearing or something?! You better close this locker now! I'm not keen on finding out how 'The Groom' will make me have his baby Waylon thought. He felt he didn't deserve a death like this, all he wanted to do was go home, hug Lisa and hear the boys laugh again. Was that too much to ask?
"Huh. Oh sorry" Taylor shut the locker and walked towards the door, then she heard what sounded like a muffled 'good luck' from Waylon in the locker. I'm going to need more than luck to get out of this one mate. Maybe divine intervention if I repent my sins? that would be nice Taylor thought.
"...She was pearl, and the only girl, that daddy ever had..." That voice was closer, but she credited the mans singing voice and choosing such a good era of music to sing from. Freaking 1911, got the remastered 1940's edition of that at home, I miss my record player. Taylor as brought out of her thoughts when she heard boots approaching. Among the darkened room Taylor had no other refuge, the lockers were shut tight and she didn't want to make it obvious that she and Waylon were hiding in a locker together, and the only way out was the door he came through.
"Back the way you came pet" Taylor whispered to herself, at this point she was frightened, no torch and a knife, she could easily get overpowered by any patient but it was dark and she probably couldn't hit for shit. Taylor made her way to the door and reached for the knob.
"A good old fashioned girl with heart so true..." The voice sang but stopped, there was a silhouette of a large man passing towards the door. The man was close and Taylor could hear him humming as his boots echoed across the floor.
With the quietness broken and seemingly turned worse by this man singing an old tune, Taylor had no foreseeable exit, she wasn't going to run. There was no point. Taylor took a small step back and seen the knob of the door turn. It flung open with force and the hinges screamed in agony at the sudden movement, Taylor fell backward, the position she landed in didn't bode well with her shoulder or hand, she sat up and looked at the looming figure in the doorway.
Taylor worked her eyes from bottom to top. This man had black dress shoes and dark blue-black pants. Half untucked white long-sleeved shirt, with a patchy blue-ish waistcoat thing...
"Now you weren't the one running from me..." That voice sounded... familiar. The man dropped to on knee to look at Taylor. She on the other hand, despite the danger continued to eye him, fingerless gloves, messy blue bow tie half under his collar. "Darling" he spoke softly as he pocketed his knife, Taylor still held hers in her pocket.
"Eddie..." Taylor breathed, it was barely audible. That's what he's had turned into? how'd he get the nickname?. The right side of his head bore the awful wounds from the engine and it sounded as if it had affected his speech, kinda like a stroke victim attempting to speak.
"My beautiful darling... would you.. care to join me?" Eddie offered a gloved hand to his maiden. The one who could make him whole. The feature mother of his children... His bride-to-be...
Right haway then. Tell me what you think. There was other ways I was going to introduce Eddie but I thought I might get to Waylon before he had his ordeal of you know... buzz saw. There was going to be one where I bumped into Waylon before he was going to be hung up and the other one was after Eddie was killed and Taylor just gives Waylon directions and she wanders off to go and find Jace, who was supposed to be alive. But I'm a writer who likes to put my characters in horrible situations.
So Trust is something that must be earned and it is hard to come by if you haven't known someone for long. They are people who will catch you when you fall and e there when you have been through hell and just managed to crawl back to realm of the living.
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