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I could feel the room become ice cold as Miles' grip on the knob tightened and his jaw stiffened.
"The…Whistleblower?" He scoffed, stepping back from the door. "He is still here? Thought he would be the first to scoot before the breakout took place."
"I…I think he got…caught. When I found him,…he was wearing a patient..ju..jumpsuit." I rubbed my neck absentmindedly, the strain of forcing myself to talk finally catching up with me.
"Is that so…" Miles mumbled, walking over to one of the hospital bed and ripping off a clean part of the sheet. He came back and wrapped it around my neck, creating a make shift scarf. "There. That should help a bit." He adjusted it so it rest against my neck comfortably and kept it from getting worse. "Better?"
I smiled at the loving gesture and nodded.
"Anyways, I…I promised to come back for him…once I found you."
"What? Is he stuck inside a locker or something? ….By the way, how did you get separated anyways? ….Hell," Miles threw his hands back in exasperation. "how did you meet in the first place?"
"Well," I shuffled my feet against the dirt. "We….originally met when I came back from Germany five years ago. We just….talked on the plane for a bit, and that was all. Then we met again near the Prison Ward, and we pr..promised to help each other get out after we found you. Anyways, we…ran around for a bit and ended up in the Vocational Block. Waylon fell from..the…roof, and I went to go find him. But there was-….." My voice trailed off again as my repressed memories resurfaced.
His blood soaked, leather gloves covering my mouth.
His fake, sweet words of deluded love and affection being whispered in my ear.
His vile insults and threats when I rejected his advances.
Being knocked out and tied down on that wooden table.
Him taking his knife and slicing off my clothes bit by bit.
The feeling of his hands touching my body, despite my screams and pleas for him to stop.
And…him tearing our wedding photo into pieces…right before my eyes.
"You're nothing but a whore." He sneered. "You should be happy to have a husband like me. Oh, such soft skin…"
I didn't realize I was shaking until Miles placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Youn-?"
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" I smacked his hand away and reeled away from his touch. "I'M NOT YOUR WIFE!"
Miles instantly stepped back, a look of utter shock and heartbreak etched across his face.
"What….?"
My heart dropped to the floor as I realized what I've done, and ashamed, I averted my eyes.
"I…I'm sorry, Miles. I was just….remembering something."
He nodded slowly, but didn't say anything.
The room went dead silent, and when I looked back at him, I could tell Miles wanted to hold me but didn't want to upset me again.
Biting my lip, I slowly held my arm out, and I was in his arms before I could blink.
"…Young-ja-."
"There's a man—a creature—in the Vocational Block." I mumbled against his jacket. "He..captures the patients and mutilates them into his ideal bride before murdering them. Waylon was…caught and he is unconscious in one of the lockers."
Miles' grip on me tightened when I mentioned the words 'ideal bride'.
"…Did…he catch you too?"
My silence spoke volumes, and I could sense the fury bubbling up inside Miles.
"How did you esc-?"
"We don't have time for questions now, Miles." I cut him off, trying to repress what happened in the hallway. "We need to save Waylon now."
"But…Young-ja." He pulled away and looked me straight in the eye. "Who's….who's to say Park isn't dead already? What if this bastard already got to him?"
"Then…I will pry his dead body from that monster's hands and bring him home to this family." I shot back, my gaze unwavering. "We are not the only ones with a child waiting at home…"
"….How many does he have?"
"Two boys. One named Owen and another named Nick. He also has a wife named Lisa. All three of them are waiting for his return….just like how Ae-cha and Annie are waiting for ours."
Miles closed his eyes for a moment, mulling something over in his head before nodding.
"Alright, let's go get him."
After scouring the room, Miles was able to locate a pry bar inside the emergency kit in the elevator; he also made sure to dig his heel into Trager's body while climbing out.
"This should pop that damn door open quite nicely." He hummed before jamming it into the space between the panel and jamb.
"Let me help." I scurried forward and pushed against the bar alongside him.
"It's fine, Young-ja." Miles grunted. "You're already in enough pain-."
"Oh shut up, Miles." I grumbled, pushing harder. "Just because….I'm missing an arm doesn't mean I'm obsolete. Now push."
He was silent for a moment before his laughter echoed throughout the room.
"Damn, I love you."
A few more grunts and swears later, the lock eventually gave and the door popped open.
"Finally!" Miles vocalized, taking my hand in his while holding the bar in the other. "Let's go get Park and get the fuck out of here."
"Why…why are you still holding the pry bar?"
"So I can bash in that fucker's brains for laying his hands on you. Then I'll pass it to Park so he can have a go if he wishes."
"No, Miles." I shook my head rapidly. "It is…best if we just grab Waylon and go. I've had enough of this place…"
Heaving a sigh, he leaned down and kissed me gently before nodding.
"….Alright. Let's be quick then."
And so the two of us dashed through the door and down the dark hallway.
'Just hold on Waylon! We've coming! Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead!"
The hallway was pitch black, and if it wasn't for Miles' camcorder, we would've tripped over dead bodies left and right. Some of the windows in the hallways were broken, causing an icy breeze to filter through. I huddled closer to Miles and was thankful of the scarf he made me.
It was dark outside, and I had no idea for it was night or day. I didn't even know how long we'd been in the asylum; it felt like forever to be honest. I could make out Father Martin's chapel in the distance, but just the sight of it left a bad taste in my mouth and I had to turn away.
"What…do you think Ae-cha is doing?" I whispered, my rings catching the moonlight and reminding me of the promises we made her.
"Probably glued to Ms. Johnson's porch, waiting for us to come get her."
Miles' tone was nonchalant, but after twelve years of knowing him, I could see the worry hidden in it easily. I tightened my grip and rubbed my thumb against his knuckles, making sure to avoid his nubs.
"When we get home, let's spoil her rotten." I rested my head against his shoulder, thinking of our beautiful, little girl. "We can take her to the toy story and let her go wild, maybe hire that one chocolatier and commission him to make a huge cake with lots of sprinkles for her."
"I'll do you one better." Miles replied. "Why don't I stop with the investigative journalism life and take my girls on a trip around the world?"
"Stop being a journalist?" I laughed, peering up at him. "Are you sure? You said you'd dedicate your life to being the 'unsung hero'."
"That was before I found someone else to dedicate my life too." He graced me with another kiss. "Besides, this place has killed the urge to be an 'unsung hero', so let's just run away from it all for a while. Just the four of us."
"….Sounds lovely." I sighed, praying to whoever was up there that we'd both survive and make it home to our baby.
Soon, we reached the entrance to the Vocational Block, finding this door was also locked. Jamming the pry bar into the slit once more, we were able to bust the lock open and gain access to the building.
Upon walking into the hallway, the smell of rotting flesh invaded our senses and the two of us gagged and covered our mouths.
"What…the fuck…is that?" Miles groaned, reaching out to pull the scarf over my mouth before pulling me away from the source of the foul stench. "C'mon, I think I see the exit up ahead."
The doors lead out to a tiny courtyard with cobblestone pathways and dead shrubs. I glanced up at the adjacent building and could see the exact same window I was thrown out of just a few hours prior. My skin prickled at the thought, but I pushed it aside for Waylon's sake.
"That window leads to the monster's lair." I pointed up to the third story window with shattered glass. "If…we could...find a stepladder,…maybe we could…climb up."
"Where could be find a stepla-." Miles froze up as we heard screams in the distance.
"Get back here, you whore!" One voice howled.
"Fuck off, Gluskin!" screamed another.
Gradually, the voices grew louder and louder until they were right above us.
Then there was dead silence.
In unison, Miles and I stared at each other before slowly looking up at the third story window.
Only to see a large projectile flying straight towards us.
"Oh shi-!"
*BAM*
(Waylon)
My heart was pounding in my ears, still trying to catch my body up with my mind.
'I was so close to become one of Gluskin's brides. So close!'
I sent a silent thank you to the man who distracted him long enough for me to escape from my bindings, pull my clothes back on, and run for my life.
It didn't help matters that the nerves in my heel were horribly damaged from my fall, but I still pressed forward with everything I had.
'Still intact. I'm here, Lisa. I'm still me. He... He tried to make me his bride. To cut me. Maybe I was wrong. Telling the world would only draw it here. Should this place just die and fester here? I won't tell the world if it means spreading the infection. Let it die alone, let it rot.'
Perhaps that was for the best, but I could care less now.
I just wanted to have Lisa and the boys back in my arms.
"You could have been beautiful!" Gluskin bellowed, hot on my heels. "WE could've been beautiful!"
I had no idea where I was going, but if it was away from Gluskin, then I would be fine.
Then, like a gift sent from Heaven, I spotted an open window at the end of the corridor.
Mustering up all the strength in my body, I sprinted forward, ignoring the blistering pain in my heel.
"Get back here, you whore!"
"Fuck off, Gluskin!" I screamed back before launching myself out the window.
Now, I realize that probably wasn't the smartest move, but breaking a few bones from a free fall was a hell of a lot better than what Gluskin had to offer.
But to my surprise, instead of slamming into harsh concrete, my fall was cushioned by two soft pillows.
Two soft pillows….that screamed "Oh shi-!" before I landed on them.
Shaking the blurs out of my vision, I turned on my camcorder to inspect what cushioned my fall.
Only to find Young-ja Upshur and a very pissed off man lying beneath me.
"What the-?" I gasped. "Young-ja?!"
"Nice…to see you too, Waylon." She groaned, a weak smile on her face. "How considerate of you to drop in."
"For fuck's sake, Short Stack." The man, whom I quickly recognized as Miles Upshur, groaned before pushing me off him. "And, Park! Couldn't you have given us a freaking heads up?! We're not bowling pins!"
I was in too much shock to reply, staring at the couple in front of me.
'She kept her promise. Young-ja actually came back for me…!'
"C'mon, Waylon." Young-ja smiled, holding her hand out to me. "Let's go ho-Ah!"
I gathered them into my arms, earning a squeak from Young-ja and a "What the hell?" from Miles.
"Waylon, wha-?"
"You came back for me," I sniffed, my chest light as air. "You actually came back for me."
A/N: It's raining men!
Hallelujah!
Lol.
The idea for Waylon to jump out of the window and scaring Miles and Young-ja was all silkyterrier34's idea! I just tweaked it a bit. Originally, I was just going to have them rescue Waylon while he was still tied up, but I liked silkyterrier34's idea better! And I changed my Waylon's sons names to Owen and Nick, which are the names of silkyterrier34's Waylon's kids. I love their story and that was my little way of showing my love and appreciation! Please check out their story! It is brilliant!
Anyways, this is only deviation from canon my story will take. I just wanted Miles and Waylon to meet and adventure together because that never happened in the game! *cries*
And Waylon is just so happy Young-ja came for him since she was risking a lot coming back for him and didn't know if he was already dead or not. Another great idea inspired by silkyterrier34!
And the gang is back together!
Song of the Day: "Back in Black" by AC/DC. (of course lol.)
Look forward to the next chapter!