Once again I can't stress how sorry I am for not updating in a long while. Grievousorvenom, I am happy to read your review and continue for you and everyone else who's enjoying this story. So Taylor has sacrificed herself for an injured Waylon and now has came to face The Groom...

Taylor sat on the floor looking at Eddie offering his hand. Was that why he was called The Groom, because he dresses like one?... and wanted a bride to share the rest of his life with, God, what am I getting myself into?

"Come on darling. You can't keep a man waiting" Eddie smiled "look at you. You're soaked and cold, it's a good job I found you" he continued to look at Taylor, his eyes turned sad for a moment, she need someone to take care of her he thought.

"I'm okay" Taylor spoke the opposite of how she felt, she reached out for Gluskin's hand, he grasped it softly and stood up with her.

"This way darling, this area is unbefitting for a woman of your merit" Eddie tugged at Taylors hand gently so was closer to him. Somehow Taylor felt more threatened by him when he looked like this as compared to any other time, the mismatched shades of blue that made up his suit, the way he wasn't concerned by the crimson liquid on it and the was that he seemed happy... like too happy.

"Were you expecting someone else, Eddie?" Taylor spoke slowly as they walked out the room, she turned her head around still concerned for Waylon's safety I'm supposed to be leading Eddie away, as long as Waylon can get that camera out, that's all that matters now.

"Yes but you are more alluring than that slut" Eddie spoke kindly but his voice soured at the end, he obviously was pronouncing his distaste for Waylon escaping him. Eddie's personality couldn't be more perfectly split if he tried, so unpredictable, there wasn't that many patients you could have a intelligent conversation with. Cold and cunning was what Eddie was known for, straight to the point and deceitful in personal subjects. His motive for hatred towards women is an unknown, but not completely, a family problem was probably at the root of it, negligent mother? or maybe the mother physically couldn't protect him from his father and uncle.

"Thank you" Taylor gave a vague smile. Where are you taking me Gluskin? Eddie grabbed her shoulder and steered her gently to a room.

A single light hung over the table, at the end of that table was a circular saw that was entrenched in blood, in fact every object and the area near the saw was soaked in it. The smell of the room was awful, it reminded Taylor of Trager's room, very unclean. The rotting flesh, flies whizzing about munching on the stray bits of skin. Then there was this man tied up to this post opposite the table, Taylor felt even more worse, I've just prolonged this patients torture. half naked and gagged he looked like he was very frightened of Gluskin. And very right to be.

"Look away darling, you shouldn't witness such violence" Gluskin took his knife out of his pocket and approached the bound man, Eddie looked back to check if she had averted her eyes. She hadn't.

"Yeah. I heard you" Taylor spoke "Why are you going to kill him?" she asked, the bound man shook his head vigorously, a warning maybe?, not every person enjoys being questioned.

"He was being unfaithful, he tried running away from me. Twice. Such a crazy whore..." Eddie said harshly as he traced his knife down the centre of the man, he was contemplating on how to kill his former bride.

"Killing is bad Eddie" Taylor folded her arms and spoke at Eddie.

"Don't talk to me like I'm a child!" Eddie snapped and pointed his knife at Taylor, she jumped at the Eddie's sudden raise in volume. Don't make me do such a horrendous thing to your pretty little body, dear. Please. Eddie thought.

"I'm not. It's just..." Taylor shoved her hands in her pockets and held her own knife in the right one when Eddie interrupted. I can't take him on if he goes all loco on me, even his height is threatening, you have no chance Taylor. She shouted internally.

"Just. What?. Think you have a duty to help the sick? I'm NOT sick! There's nothing wrong with me!" Eddie shouted as he rushed up to Taylor. Don't do this to yourself darling. Don't spoil the perfection. Eddie was split.

"What do you think you're in this place for Eddie?" Taylor's voice hardened, she was testing the water, prodding the sleeping bear with a stick, provoking a serial killer. Your a difficult person to talk to when the ball is not in your park, Eddie "I know you're not interested in digging up your past Eddie. So why go back to it? You can literally walk out these gates right. Now" Taylor continued with her questions despite the fact Gluskin was looming in front of her, with his eyes dancing with anger and a constant flipping of the blade in his left hand, a fidgeting uncertainty.

"Don't spoil yourself darling..." Eddie placed his right hand on Taylor's left shoulder and she winced as he lent forward level his face with hers, a wicked smirk was on his face, ice blue eyes with evil behind them making Taylor notice the sharp object being pushed into her abdomen, just threats so far, nothing to back it up, she's traumatised, who knows where she was before I came along and rescued her. "... I don't want you to end up like THEM..." Eddie looked past her shoulder and then right at her You're afraid darling, please don't be, I am here to protect you if anything happens. He straightened up and turned his head to look back at the tied up patient.

"I'm only trying to help..." Taylor looked down and hugged herself, thankfully the blade didn't even pierce her clothing. She then held her bandaged left hand, she needed to clean the wound properly and redress it. Taylor was reminded of the time Jace asked her the would you rather with Trager or Blaire. (Can you guess which one she chose?), other than that her left shoulder felt fine it mustn't have came fully out of it's socket, thanks for being careful with me Chris, that taller twin on the other hand not so nice, pretty sure some of my hair is missing. Taylor tried to joke with herself, but this darkness is ever so slowly creeping over her, that was way to close, it isn't to often sibling rivalry will save the day, that was too close, that situation could have and would have turned ugly very fast.

"I know dear but some jobs are more fitting for men to complete" Eddie spoke as he looked back at his darling Taylor, she still hadn't averted her gaze. She isn't in the right state of mind yet.

Taylor groaned in defeat, she looked in the opposite direction of Eddie. She took note of the area around her, for a place that didn't see much action Eddie had done a marginally good job of cleaning up, that was if it wasn't for the blood and guts. Then there was loud shouting coming from the patient, screams of agony.

"Shh, you're only making it worse for yourself..." Eddie stuck the knife in the patient and twisted it slowly. "You and I could've been beautiful. but you had to go and spoilt it, your judgement has soured, you should think twice about running away..." He thrust the knife in the man again and again "...apologise and I might have heart to give you a quick death..." Eddie continued, there was no 'sorry' from the man, only screams that turned into moans of pain, then Eddie stopped his anger had temporarily flushed from his system. The blood of his victim was slowly beginning to pool, he despised cleaning up, it was a general idea of starting all over again. I HATE it.

"You could have done it quicker" Taylor mumbled "Less pain and suffering. Mercy" she continued as she fixed her eyes on the dark side of the room, her peripheral vision filled in the blanks, Eddie was shaking, was it with his uncontrollable anger though?

"THEY don't deserve a good death. Darling, you must understand this..." Eddie sighed as he stood up from the dead patient "I only want to give you my love... For us to be happy..." he added as he began to clean his knife on his handkerchief.

That's what they all say Taylor thought to herself as she ran her hands over her face, she was tired, hungry and still soaked.

"Come with me, darling, just for a moment. I don't want to let you out of my sight" Eddie smile and offered his hand, Taylor took it and put on a brave face as he walked her down the corridor.

Although Taylor seemed fine, she really wasn't, yeah the military made her a somewhat hard arse but this was completely psychological. Eddie was no longer on his scheduled medication, the short term tablets he was on kept him on a level of docility. Dr Snow reported several times about Eddie loosing his temper because all they ever discussed was his victims and his father and uncle. Taylor only ever talked to him about what his interests were, how life was outside Mount Massive, even the harmless subject of the weather where Eddie used to live or if anything had changed there. He'll only start a conversation about his family if he wants to talk, but sometimes the question must be asked, how was his family life? What would drive him to such extremes as to cut men to look like women only to kill them or just murder women, even just asking why the misogynist view? Risking my life for an answer, I'll try that out later.

Taylor was tugged through the corridors, Eddie slowed down to Taylors walking speed, the worst thing about being small, hardly no one slows down for you, I'm used to speed walking next to my tall friends Taylor thought. The repetitive layout of the asylum - which Taylor had known for a long time- was beginning to emerge, they were on their was to the atrium.

"I know this next part won't be pleasant darling, but don't look up okay" Eddie spoke softly as he removed his hand from Taylor's and stroked up her shoulder. The way Eddie caressed her arm filled Taylor up with wanting but it was washed... or rather violently swept away by foreboding dread. Again, with the whole looking thing, why can I not just close my eyes?

Walking into the atrium the first thing Taylor did was look up, she gazed around in shock.

Hanging bodies...

Most of them if not all of them were naked and mutilate in some sort of grotesque way. One victim stood out, the one in black armour hanging by the ankles strung up from the ceiling, blood was covering him, he'd been repeatedly stabbed in the abdomen. But one thing was certain, there was a white stripe on his arm, this was the other one of Snow's men. The blood dripped onto the floor which was caked in crimson with all of the other victims claret, it was astounding, Eddie couldn't have killed every single one of these patients then strung them up, could he?!

"God..." Taylor whispered as she quickly shut her eyes and turned her head, this was crazy. The stench of the atrium was awful, the smell of the dead and rotting flesh filled the air around her, Taylor held her stomach and put her hand over her mouth and nose. It was literally sickening. Flies hovered and landed on the suspending, butchered bodies, making homes and laying eggs I the deceased patients. To call this art would be crazy, to call these dead living would be... insane...

"Just one more moment, darling" Eddie spoke loudly on the other end of the hall as he was picking up a few scraps of paper.

Taylor opened her eyes but kept them on herself, her blood splattered clothes had darkened with the rain and her hair had tatted. The humid air of the atrium was really beginning to agitate her, she took a quick glance up at the bodies again, hanging, faces contorted in fear, was this going to happen to her? Was she going to end up there with all those?

"Ready?" Eddie asked Taylor with a handful of drawings, he shifted lightly on his feet and bent forward to look at Taylors bowed head. "Is something wrong, darling?" He spoke in a worried tone.

"No I'm fine... Just doing what you said" Taylor lied, her stomach was doing flips and Eddie being in her face wasn't helping.

"Lets go then" Eddie straightened up and gestured for Taylor to go through the door first.

"Thank you" Taylor acknowledged and walked with Eddie, he seemed to be looking at her, noting her movements and observing her body language.

Wandering back to the room they were in earlier, Eddie sighed as he looked down at the man he had so effortlessly killed. It's no fun when they don't fight back, maybe I should have let him go, I do live it when they get lost, he smiled at his thoughts.

"Why must everyone be so afraid?" he spoke aloud

"Fear is only in our minds, Eddie. Some people just learn to block it out better than others" Taylor tended to veer to riddles or cryptic answers when her own fear level was on the rise.

Eddie opened a door which was labelled Dr S. Harper, from memory Harper was one of those doctors -alongside Dr Neil Wolfram- that patients relieve stress through activities, in this case sewing. Dr Shauna Harper was the only other female staff member who lived in the asylum, but like all of the female staff and patients they (bar from Taylor and Blaire's secretary) were affected by or had a chance of being affected by a psychosomatic pregnancy, so that's why a move was in order. Living quarters, this isn't looking well Taylor thought.

The late doctor Harper must've been important to the Murkoff corporation if they gave her a room, when they entered, the first thing that struck Taylor was the size of the room, it was much larger than hers and there were several small chairs that were pushed against the walls, she must've used it for consultations or a help club of sorts. Once again the dullness of the room reach out and demanded new paint, the windows were only open to a certain point, a precaution against patients deciding to escape. On the brighter side this room was being looked after; the damp and the smell of the adjacent room had improved. On the nearby desk there was a vase of long dead flowers, drooping their heads in despair at their discoloured petals falling away from them. The water that supplied them with much needed life was all gone, no light, no food, it's like the flowers themselves had gave up on life and let got of all that was dear to them.

"You did a good job of cleaning this place" Taylor said as she leaned on the desk still inspecting the room. Eddie blanked her and started to put his drawings in separate piles, when he finished he looked over at Taylor and saw her staring out the window.

"A home needs to be lean and welcoming for a family to blossom in..." Eddie spoke in a low tone, is he trying to give a family everything he never had? Taylor thought.

"Do you realise what has happened Eddie?" Taylor asked as she walked over to see what he'd been organising.

"Everything has went back to a state of normalcy... in some shape or form" Eddie covered the right side of his face, showing Taylor his left side looking fine and not blooded from the effects of the engine. "No more scheduled dream sessions... The alarms went on and on in the wards, then all of the doors opened... all hell broke loose, then I found my way here, quiet and out the way... ... It's amazing what people do to reach the illusion of safety" Eddie continued, but he then braced both hands on table where his drawings were and dropped his head.

"Normal?" Taylor spoke, she wanted to laugh to lighten the mood but she knew Gluskin wouldn't take it well. There wasn't a page in any book that told you what to do when the ultimate shit storm is right overhead. There was no clocks in the immediate vicinity, she didn't know what time it was or if she had been knocked out for a few house after Trager had his filthy hands over her or when she was out in the chapel. It was more than a few hours wasn't it and I don't know how long I've slept after eating those goddamn peaches. Taylor came through her thoughts to fully notice why Eddie was shaking. "Have you been like that for long?" she asked

"As soon as they threw me back into my cell" Eddie slightly raised his head and stood up straight to show his full height of six foot three.

"Side effects of not getting given your tablets. They took you off them a few days ago to maximise the results from the procedure..." Taylor thought aloud. Paliperodone is used to treat schizophrenia, generally seeing, hearing or sensing stuff that isn't really there. In your case Eddie it's to treat your distorted view of women and your hallucinations.

"But I'm managing now you're here..." Eddie smiled at her "...Darling, you must be cold in those clothes" he stepped in front of her but Taylor stepped back defensively.

"I'm alright" Taylor folded her arms and looked at herself. Goose pimples, hair standing on edge, damp clothes eating at her body heat. I am not taking any chances, but he'll probably kill me otherwise.

"A nice warm shower wouldn't hurt would it?" Eddie spoke softly Taylor remained silent, it wouldn't hurt, but if he went anywhere near her in the shower however it would be a large problem.

Taylor shrugged "I suppose not" just for the love of God keep away from me when I'm in their scrubbing myself clean.

"Great. The bathroom is over here" Eddie gesture and stepped Taylor across the room. Opening the door Taylor entered slowly expecting some form of deceased person in there with their entrails and blood decorating the pristine white of the room.

However it was the very opposite. The shower room wasn't that far off from spotless, but it was bearable, the white tiles had succumbed to little muck and the smell wasn't entirely of disinfectant. A simple stand in shower was there and a mirrored cupboard probably with toiletries and such. The shower was a welcoming sight to see after all that had happened to Taylor.

"I'll leave you" Eddie smiled and close the door gently behind him.

"What is going on Taylor..." She talked to herself, she had to smile, something was going right, she wasn't being chased or being threatened. Taylor proceeded to remove her clothing and place them on the floor. Stepping into the shower and closing the cubicle door, the running water gave Taylor the brief moment of clarity she needed. Only cascading water and rising steam around her, no one but herself and her mistakes. I come here hoping to help lots of people, I hope I leave here being to help at least one and know I made a lasting impact. You're loosing your touch Taylor. I'm encouraging him when I shouldn't. Yeah but that is the only way I will be able to help him.

With Eddie

Eddie stood against the bathroom door listening to Taylor talk to herself, after a few minutes he opened the door quietly and placed a different set of clothes in place of the dirty ones she had been wearing. Shutting the door he put Taylor's damp clothes in a bag out of the way of the rest of the room, there was a thud as he put them down and he looked on the floor, it was a knife, picking it up he spoke and smiled "everyone has their secrets. As he put it in a draw he turned to face the late Dr Harper's desk but he immediately turned away.

"Nice to see you again, Eddie" The man spoke, Eddie ignored him "Why not have a chat with your old man, huh?" His voice was rough and groggy.

Eddie stole a glance over his shoulder to the man in a stained polo shirt and sweat pants. "Leave me alone" he spoke in a monotone voive to the man leaning on the desk.

"Why? So you can be with your little bitch?" his father spoke bitterly as he then sat on the desk.

"Don't talk about her that way" Eddie replied matching his father's tone.

Abruptly his father answered "Do you think she cares about you?... No one cares about you"

"Eddie, sit with me and your pa" Another less hoarse voice spoke, Eddie turned full to face both men "C'mon... It'd be just like old times" his uncle added. Although he was more smartly dressed in jeans, a black top and dark denim jacket he was no less threatening. He tapped on the desk signalling for Eddie to join them both.

Eddie stepped over to Dr Harper's desk and pulled a chair out to sit behind the men. He placed his elbows on the table and dropped his head in his hands. Why am I anywhere near them? Is it because I haven't seen them in months? Taylor will know what to do...

"Thinkin' about that cute little blonde won't help. Quite impressive for a British slag though... well compared with the average American women you used to go for, Eddie" his father spoke again staring at the bathroom door waiting for Taylor to emerge.

"It was never like that" Eddie countered, his anger was building now, that was a bad move calling his darling.

"What was it like then? The fact that you've never had a loved one or you're that sick and twisted you make them from lifeless husks?" his uncle said slyly looking at Eddie's hands now away from his face and balled into fists.

"No..." Eddie whispered "Leave her alone.. Leave us alone" he said in a suppressed angry tone, trying to keep himself from lashing out on nothing. No. It was more of a whimper that wouldn't be heard late at night, so perfected after so many years of abuse, silently crying at the back of class with no tears to shed because you were told no one would believe such a silly little boy.

"You know we won't. Me and your uncle are going to have a field day messing round in your head with your blonde little missy." His father smirked and got up to walk towards the window.

"closing your eyes won't help, son. You've got to see the world for what it really is, not just the wars and environmental issues but... It's a place where whores like her and your mother need to be put in their place" he continued in a calm tone as he gazed out the window.

"How dare you call my mother that!" Eddie shouted and slammed his hands on the desk pushing himself up in rage.

"Well she was just that!" his father boomed, Eddie dropped back into the chair in fright, he knew that tone all too well. Anger. Disappointment. All of it leading to the thrashings and beatings of his life.

"God, Eddie. You must have gotten used to your pa being annoyed at you after all those years of discipline he delt you" His uncle sneered. Then the bathroom door opened. All the noise stopped and then all looked at Taylor. She was wearing the exact same clothes she had wore the day he first saw Waylon, those jeggins and black tank top, she was holding her lab coat in her arms and her hair was slightly darkened from her towel drying it.

"I'd say I'm proud of you, son, but I never am" Eddie's father stepped around Taylor examining her, Eddie's voice was trapped in his throat, he couldn't dare left his father violate her in the was he did to him.

"Why have you left this one so long? She's the same as the others" his uncle stood up from the desk and stood near Taylor.

"She's different" Eddie spoke aloud and looked at Taylor "She shows kindness unlike any other woman I have met.. Apart from mother" he continued, his were frantically switching between his father and uncle at either side of her.

"What?" Taylor cocked her head.

"Doesn't mean you shouldn't make an hones woman of her, Eddie" his uncle brushed Taylor's hair behind her ear.

"Get off her" Eddie said sternly as he stood up. That low and threatening drone was compelling and his uncle smiled and shook his head.

"Eddie" Taylor faced him as he stood in front of the desk "there's no one here. You're seeing them" she stressed as she waved her hands either side of her.

"You do what you do best, Eddie. You make an honest woman of her. Teach her a lesson. Maker her understand. Kill her. Now" His father leaned towards Eddie and took the knife out of his pocket, Eddie was frozen on the spot. "Take the knife and gut her. She's small, insignificant, unable to bear your children. Raise a family with you. Give you the perfect life you've always wanted..." His father put the knife back in Eddie's hand.

"Eddie, what are you doing?" Taylor dropped her lab coat at the sight of him holding a knife.

"Do it. It'll make you feel better. I promise. We'll leave you alone. Never bother you again..." His uncle smirked.

"You're right" Eddie spoke lowly "They must be taught a lesson..." he lifted his head and grabbed Taylor by the neck.

"Eddie!" Taylor screamed. This wasn't going so well after all...

Stay tuned people. Imma working on it. Hoping you guys enjoy this after my absence. I love this idea of Eddie 'seeing stuff and hearing things'. Tell me what you guys think, and I'll be glad to incorporate it. :D.

Abuse ain't good in any shape or form. Tell someone and don't suffer in silence.