A/N: Thank you very much for the reviews and support. I hope my story continues to please you. I apologize for the delay, but a lot of personal problems happened, and long story short, I ended up in the hospital for a week. But I'm back now and will continue writing. Thank you again for being so patient.

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With a hard thunk, Waylon and I landed on a damp steel roof, rolling apart from the impact.

For a moment, we just laid there and tried to catch our breaths before speaking up.

"Did you…"I panted, crawling to my knees. "Did you actually know there was a landing beneath the window or were you just risking it?"

"Of course I knew there was a landing beneath us!" He scoffed, pulling me up and taking the camcorder out of my death grip. "I could see the outline from the window. I wouldn't jump blindly out of a window, no matter the threat!"

"Liar." I mumbled, my legs still feeling like jell-o. "So what now? We can't go back inside with that monster trashing about."

"Don't worry. We'll just have to take a detour." He moved to the edge of the roof and surveyed the area.

Whatever storm had come, it was long gone now, and it took the mist with it.

Peeking over the roof's edge, I noticed we were on top of a very small storage shed.

"Maybe we can find some supplies in there."

Waylon joined me at my perch and nodded.

"It's worth a shot." He hopped down onto the next platform before turning towards me with his hand out. "I can carry you if you're still dizzy."

"Psh!" I took his hand roughly. "I'm fine. Besides, how can I trust you not to throw me at the next threat and book it?"

He smirked at my jab, and we leapt onto the concrete below.

Behind us, there was a severely dented door illuminated by a single security lamp.

Waylon tried to open the door, but something was blocking it.

Or someone.

"Of course." He looked around and pointed to an open window on the adjacent wall. "That looks like a way in. Come on."

Inside the storage shed, there were several rotten wooden crates stacked on top of each other along with a few metal barrels.

"Not much of a storage area." I approached the tool bench and shifted through the drawers. "Hmm. Did they get rid of the tools here? All of the drawers are completely empty."

"What are you talking about?" Waylon joined me in rummaging the bench. "The maintenance guys just got new equipment last week."

"Then…" A shiver ran down my spine. "Do..you think a patient got their hands on them?"

We stared at each other, not wanting to acknowledge that there might be an armed patient lurking nearby.

"Way-."

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*

Both of us flew back in shock at the sudden noise, grasping onto the other.

Across from us, there was a barricaded door with someone banging on it and screaming blood murder.

"Help me! He's coming! HELP ME!"

Then, the banging stopped.

And laugh could be heard.

A spine-tingling, blood curdling laugh.

Slowly, I backed away, never taking my eyes off the door.

"W-Waylon, let's go!" I wailed, my heart almost stopping when my back hit the wall.

"….Yeah." He creaped towards the window and held out his hand. "Hurry up and take my hand, Young-ja."

Just as I moved forward with my hand outstretched, I was yanked back into a dark corner.

"Ah-!"

"Hey!"

A scarred hand covered my mouth while another kept Waylon at bay.

Then, a pair of wet lips were placed against my ear, and my assailant began to sing:

Above the knees, below the navel,

Sliced and sewn on Gluskin's table.

To make a place to push inside,

The Groom will make himself a bride.

Above the knees, below the navel,

Sliced and sewn on Gluskin's table.

To make a place to push inside,

The Groom will make himself a bride.

My fingers went numb at its morbid lullaby, and my eyes were once again glued to the barricaded door.

Above the knees, below the navel,

Sliced and sewn on Gluskin's table.

To make a place to push inside,

The Groom will make himself a bride.

'Oh god' My eyes widened as the words finally registered in my head. 'Someone is using the tools to mutilate and rape people.'

Pushing the assailant's hand away, Waylon briskly snatched my arm and scrambled out of the window.

Once we were a good distance away, he released me and asked if I was alright.

"I don't want to go in there." I stared at the door illuminated by the security lamp. "Please don't tell me we have to go in there." My voice began to quiver. "Oh God, please don't make me go in there. Don't make me go in there, Waylon!"

"Young-ja!" Waylon gave me a firm shake on the shoulder. "I need you to hold it together for me. Alright?"

I nodded absentmindedly, my gaze still locked on that foreboding door.

To make a place to push inside,

The Groom will make himself a bride.

'What if he doesn't need to make one? What if this 'Groom' finds a bride? What if he finds….me?'

"Young-ja." Waylon took my face in his hands and turned it towards his. "I promise I won't let anything happen to you. We are going to find Miles and walk out of here alive and well. Everything will be fine as long as we stick together. But you're going to have to trust me." His smile and earnest expression quelled my fears, and I felt myself smile in return.

"I do trust you, Waylon. And I promise to protect you too. So, please trust me."

He laughed and looped his arm through mine.

"I promise. Now, let's see if we can find another entrance."

"What is she like?" I asked as we trekked through the darkness, wary of fallen branches and potholes.

"Who?"

"Your wife. What is she like?"

He paused for a moment, deep in thought, before answering me.

"She is a wonderful woman. Throughout my constant business trips, Lisa has always stood beside me. And when we talk, she actually cares about what I say, even if it is stupid. And she offers me advice and guidance through my darkest times." He fished out a notebook from his jumpsuit pocket and gazed at it fondly. "Even now, Lisa is always in my thoughts. I'm the luckiest man on Earth to have her by my side. And she's given more than unconditional love and support; Lisa has also blessed me with two beautiful boys. Two brilliant, precious boys that barely see their father." His hands began to tremble along with his voice. "God, I'd give anything to have the three of them in my arms once more."

My heart broke at his words, and I found myself pulling him into my arms.

"She sounds like a lovely person, Waylon. You are lucky to have someone like her, and she is lucky to have someone like you." I rubbed my hand against his back and smiled. "When we get out of here, let's bring both of our families together and have a picnic. I can make my famous chicken stir-fry."

Waylon gave a small laugh and pulled away, rubbing the remaining tears away from his eyes.

"I think that would be great." He smiled and placed the notebook back in its place. "Thank you for that, Young-ja."

"My pleasure." I laughed, taking his hand in my once hand and continuing down the dirt path.

"So…..what is the Miles like?"

"He has an unbreakable sense of justice, if you can already tell by his resume." I fired back, kicking a pebble aside with a hint of displeasure in my voice. "It is one of the things about him that worries me sick, and now in this situation, it appears that my fears were justified." Waylon stiffened at my side, and I gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "But, it is also one of the things that I love about him. That and his benevolence. Sure, Miles can be a dickward and has the mouth of a sailor, but he loves helping people. Heck, one time he did a U-turn on a one way street to save a kid from bullies." I chuckled at the memory while an ache grew in my chest. "Miles Upshur is a cocky, smartass, bleeding heart dorkface, and I am proud to call him my husband."

"Sounds like my kind of guy. Look forward to meeting him once we get inside the Prison Ward cells."

I smiled and nodded before gazing up at the moon, the ache growing in my chest.

'I miss you so much, Miles. Please be safe wherever you are.'

After going through an underground hallway and climbing under a shredded fence, we ended up on the other side of the Prison Ward, next to a building called The Vocational Block.

According to Waylon, if we could just get past the first floor of the V.B. and find the connecting hallway, we'd be back in the Prison Ward.

Unfortunately, an electrical fence blocked our way.

"Any ideas where we can turn the current off?"

"Well," Waylon pinched his forehead while racking his brain for a solution. "I think there is a breaker room board nearby. Unfortunately, I didn't visit this part of the asylum often so everything is a little hazy."

"Let's hurry up and find it then."

"Wait," He pointed a dark entranceway on my left. "It might be in here."

As we drew closer to a pair of large double doors, we could see it was partly boarded up from the inside.

"Of course." Waylon sighed, turning up the night vision on his camcorder. "No harm in checking though. Come on, Young-ja. Let's check the other side."

"Alright." I was about to follow him when something crinkled under my shoes. "What is this?"

I bent down and picked it up, realizing it is a piece of paper.

With the limited light, I asked Waylon to use his camcorder to read it.

"Kill Us. Burn the building. Worse than death here. Kill us. Kill Us."

Suddenly, something clattered from the inside, and our eyes shot to the door.

On the other side of the room, there stood a man with a petrifying grin and a pair of hedge clippers in his hands.

He leered at us for a moment before waltzing away, that grin still plastered to his face.

A moment of silence passed between Waylon and I as we tried to regain our thoughts.

"Do you think…?" Waylon started.

"I think so." I slowly backed away from the door, almost tripping on the stairs. "….We need to hurry up and get out of here. NOW."

We eventually found the breaker room after spotting a faint light on the other side of a broken gate.

As we descended down the steep stairway, Waylon pushed me behind him and told me to stay close.

Another stack of wooden crates and metal barrels graced our vision, and we winced at the sound of footsteps stampeding above us.

Whoever or whatever was up there, I hoped they weren't aware of our presence.

"There!" Waylon pointed to a switch at the end of the hallway. "That should turn the power off!"

The two of us scurried towards the beacon, trying to ignore the voices coming from above and the patient jacking off to decapitated bodies in a nearby cell.

Waylon flipped the switch off, sending the entire room into complete darkness.

Then, the voices stopped, which did nothing to reassure me.

"Let's go." I grabbed Waylon and hurried back up the stairs. "The quicker we get through that gate, the quicker we can find Miles and get the fuck out of here."

"Music to my ears, Young-ja."

Once we were back outside, there was a mad dash for the gate, the taste of freedom on the tips of our tongues.

Only for the current to turn back on.

"What the fuck?!" I tossed my hands in the air. "Didn't you flip the correct switch?!"

"I did!" He snapped, rubbing his face. "I don't know what is wrong!"

"Well figure it out, Mr. Genius!"

"Give me a damn minute will you?! I don't see you contributing anything! So, shut up and let me think!" He began pacing around, throwing glances at the gate once in a while. "…..Maybe…"

"Maybe what?"

"Maybe…someone switched it back on…"

My blood ran cold at his explanation.

"You mean….someone was watching us?"

"It's a possibility." He then rubbed the back of his neck. "No….it's the truth. Someone flipped the switch back on after we left."

"Then we have to…."

"Yeah, we got to go back and turn it off."

I sighed and nodded, my fingers going numb again.

"Alright. Let's be quick about it then."

Waylon and I were glued together as we descended down the stairs once more.

The voices and footsteps were gone, along with the creep in the cell.

"Waylon." I whimpered once we were in front of the electrical switch. "What if it appears once we turn off the power?"

"Then we run for our fucking, miserable lives."

And with that, he flipped the switch off again, and we were attacked from behind.

"Yes." A grotesque voice hissed as our faces were slammed against the wall.

Trying to ignore the throbbing in my skull, I snatched Waylon off the ground and practically flew down the hallway.

"Come to Daddy, Little Girl!" The freak howled after me, hot on our heels. "Let me lick you dry!"

'Shit! Shit! Shit!'

I lost a shoe careening up the stairway, but I'd rather lose that than an arm or whatever this freak would take from me.

"This way!" Waylon shouted once we were back outside.

He all but kicked the now dull gate door off its hinges before dragging me after him.

The freak's footsteps grew closer and closer and I felt like my bronchioles were on fire with every step I took.

Finally, just before I was ready to pass out, Waylon threw me through an open doorway before locking the door behind him.

The freak bashed against the door for a while before slinking away and everything became silent once more.

Waylon and I used this small reprieve to catch our breath and deal with our throbbing headaches.

"Thank you, Waylon." I panted, steadying myself against the door and resting my head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry for screaming at your earlier. I'm really grateful to have you with me."

"Forget about it." He wheezed, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "Your reaction was to be expected. It's no big deal."

"You're too forgiving. That trait will get you into trouble, y'know."

Waylon chuckled lightly and rested his head on top of mine.

"You sound like Lisa. She used to tell me that every day."

"Smart lady." I smiled, feeling the ache dull away. "Feel better now?"

"Yeah, let's keep going."

Taking in our surroundings, it seemed this was some type of connecting hallway with drain grated floors.

Like it was leading to some sewer or something.

Hand in hand, Waylon and I ambled down the hallway, still on edge from our encounter moments before.

Suddenly, the hallway lights flickered off and a light hiss was heard.

Waylon flicked on his night vision, and through his camcorder, we could see some type of dark cloud moved through the gapes on the floor.

"Oh my God…."

Immediately, I thought of my vision where Miles was being tortured by some dark cloud, and I felt my stomach turn.

"Walrider…"

"Huh?!" I whipped my head towards Waylon, not liking that pained expression on his face. "Waylon, do you know what that thing is?"

"It's what Murkoff has been doing all these insane experiments for." He gazed down at me, a dead look in his eyes. "To create the perfect host for the greatest weapon ever. But, that is one of Murkoff's fatal mistakes."

"What do you mean?" I asked, scurrying after him as he walked away.

"What is mean is, Murkoff only used damaged and unstable minds for their experiments. With a damaged host, the Walrider is uncontrolled. With a sane host on the other hand….." His voice trailed off as he opened a door leading outside.

A part of me wanted him to continue, yet another part of me was glad he stopped because I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear the rest.

I never imagined, during my time here or when Miles was researching them, that I'd discover Mount Massive Asylum's dark secret. That they had created a god-like entity and were using innocent people as lab rats to create an equally god-like host.

'Those sick bastards.'

Shaking my thoughts away, I hurried after Waylon, who was already wadding through a small pond not five feet away.

"Where are we going now?" I clung to the back of his jumpsuit and shivered at the water's icy temperature.

"You see that water tower?" He pointed to the huge structure sitting on the opposite shore line. "There should be a bridge there that goes over the Vocational Block and leads down to the Prison Ward cells."

I heaved a sigh of relief, ecstatic that I was finally going to hold Miles in my arms again.

Once we reached the shore, we climbed up ladder to the small dock in front of the tower.

A security officer's body rested against the gate, and I kicked it into the water, once again finding my indifference frightening.

In the tiny courtyard, there was a gate with a hole underneath it that led to the tower's entrance.

Getting on our hands and knees, Waylon and I crawled through the hole.

Only to have a body smash down on the concrete in front of us.

I screamed while Waylon jumped back and sweared.

"He jumped! Oh God, he actually jumped!"

"An easy way out….Lucky bastard." Waylon murmured to himself, writing something in his notebook.

"What?! What are you talking about?! What 'easy way out'?!"

He shook his head and yanked me after him.

"Forget what I said. We need to keep moving."

"W-Waylon?"

He didn't reply, just kept moving forward at a brisk pace.

'An easy way out? Waylon, what are you thinking?"

The inside of the water tower truly showed its age from the broken steel beams to the rickety stairwells.

"Watch your step." Waylon cautioned as we gradually walked up the stairs.

The rotten wood groaned under our weight, and I feared it would crumble if we weren't extra careful.

Luckily, we reached a ladder and climbed onto a circular platform before any damage could be done.

There was an open window at the edge of the platform, so we decided to climb out that.

I winced as a shard of glass nicked my palm, and I wished I still had my first-aid kit.

'Well,' I mused to myself as I crawled outside. 'I don't think a little cut will kill me.'

The fog had returned, covering the asylum in a sinister aura once again.

Like it was here as a warning.

We hurried down the walkway but came to a stop when we found that the bridge had been destroyed.

"What now?" I sniveled, grasping on to the railing and falling to my knees. "It's a dead end."

Waylon said nothing, that calculating gleam in his eyes once again.

"Young-ja!" His sudden outburst made me jump to my feet and clutch my chest.

"What?!"

"We are going to jump to the other side."

"….Are you fucking insane?"

"Do you see any other way? Because if you do, I'm more than happy to hear it."

"…No."

"Then get ready to jump. I want you to go first."

I gulped and braced myself against the railing, trying to calm my racing heart.

"If I die Waylon, my soul is going to haunt you for the rest of your life."

"You're going to be fine, Young-ja. Now, take a deep breath and jump."

I nodded and took a few steps back, breathing in and out deeply.

Then, I took a running start and launched myself off the broken bridge and onto the adjacent roof.

I hit the wooden platform hard, and the wind was knocked out of my lungs.

"Are you alright?!" Waylon called out.

Pulling myself to my knees, I gave him a thumbs up, still shaken about the distance I just jumped over.

"Good. Alright, back up. I'm coming over now."

Without a running start, Waylon leapt towards the wooden roof.

But he missed it and ended up dangling on the edge, a plank of the wood the only thing keeping him safe.

A rotting plank of wood the only thing keeping him safe.

"Waylon!" I was about to sprint towards him, but he told me to stay where I was.

"Any slight movement could cause this thing to break in half."

"But-."

"Young-ja," A part of the plank snapped off. "Get out of here. Go find Miles and get as far away from this place as possible. I'll catch up when I can!"

"I'm not leaving you! Just give me your hand!"

"No! Yo-!"

Then, without warning, the plank broke in two and Waylon was thrown into the darkness below.

"AAAHHH!"

"WAYLON!"

A/N: Young-ja and Waylon are now separated. What will happen now? Especially since you-know-who is about to appear. *looks at next chapter outline* Poor Young-ja and Waylon.