A/N: Thank you so much for the massive amounts of love and support! I hope my story continues to please you!
And I'm so happy you guys liked how Waylon was reunited with Young-ja! Lol!
I welcome all readers, new and old! Please enjoy!
"W-Waylon!" I gasped, his grip iron tight. "Ease up!"
"Sorry." He laughed, wiping some stray tears from his eyes. "I'm just so thankful that you actually came back for me!"
"Well, save your thanks, Park." Miles stated, flicking the camcorder's night vision on. "We're not in the clear yet."
And right on cue, The Groom's voice echoed across the tiny courtyard as he leered down at us from the broken window.
"Whores! All of you! You all want to leave me? Is that it? You want to leave me? FINE!" He slammed his fists down on the window still, causing glass to come tumbling down and shatter on the cobblestone. "GO! YOU AND THE REST OF THESE UNGRATEFUL SLUTS!"
"Time to go." Miles and I said in unison, hoisting Waylon up and dragging him back to the building we just came from.
We hurried back to the door that lead to the connecting hallway, only to find it closed and locked once more.
"What the fuck!? How did it close?!" Miles groaned, jabbing the pry bar into the socket and pushing. "Park, don't stand there like a twit and help me out!"
Waylon immediately complied, though a little taken aback by his tone.
As the two of them tried to re-pry the door open, I heard something clatter down the hallway and knew we weren't alone.
"Guys!" I hissed, making both of them turn towards me. "We need to hide. I don't think the Groom is done with us."
Miles nodded and pulled the bar out, while Waylon kept staring at me with his mouth agape.
Now that we were inside and near light, my condition was revealed in plain sight.
"Young-ja…" He breathed out, his eyes glued to my stump. "what happ-?"
"There is no time, Waylon!" I cut him off, partially out of annoyance and partially out of fear. "I'll explain later, but we need to hide right now!"
Waylon, snapping out his daze, nodded and raced down the hallway alongside us.
That pungent odor was still in the air, and as we drew closer to a pair of double doors, the smell grew worse. They were locked, of course, so we dashed into the room on the left which appeared to be some sort of kitchen with pans and pots scattered about. The dark room had no other exit than a vent on the far right wall. The foul odor's source seemed to be on the other side of that vent, but with no other options, we had no choice but to climb in.
"Park," Miles pushed Waylon forward roughly, almost slamming him into the wall. "climb up first so I can hand Young-ja up to you, alright?"
Waylon, slightly vexed, simply nodded before hopping up into the confined space and held his arms out for me. Miles then scooped me up and handed me off to Waylon, not letting go until Waylon had a firm grip on me.
Once all of us were in the vent, we crawled forward, narrowly avoiding the corpse jutting from the ceiling. My eyes watered the closer we moved towards the exit, and it took all of my willpower not to puke up what little there was left in my stomach.
Once we reached the end, Waylon jumped out before turning back and helping me to the ground. He even did the same for Miles, thought it was kind of difficult since Miles was much taller and heavier than Waylon. It also didn't help that my dear husband wasn't being very gracious to him.
I already knew why Miles was being so crude, and I was about to pull him aside and ask him to stop.
But, before I could, I made horrible mistake.
I looked up.
The ceiling was littered with hanging corpses—all former brides of The Groom apparently. They'd been skinned to the bone and dressed in tattered wedding dresses, blood still dripping from some of the bodies.
"Fucking hell…" Miles gulped while Waylon just covered his mouth and whispered something to himself.
The sight and smell soon became too unbearable and I collapsed to my knees and hurled my guts out. Stomach acid burned my throat and my scarf was slowly becoming red from my neck lacerations re-opening. Miles immediately fell to his knees and held my hair back while I dry heaved, rubbing my back and whispering soothing words into my ear.
"He thinks the therapy made him better." Waylon suddenly blurted out, crouching down next to us with a grim gaze. "Whatever story Gluskin is telling himself, he's not making women to bear his children, he's making women to kill them." He pulled out a wrinkled consultation page from his jumpsuit pocket. "Found this while I was running from the bastard. His doctor said Gluskin was claiming advancement into the Morphogenic Engine, yet his therapy status plateaued at 90 PPM."
"And what does all of that mean?" Miles asked.
"Gluskin no longer has any sense of reality. Whatever those doctors' did to him ruined what little remaining shred of sanity he had left to begin with."
In the distance, the monster's voice could be heard, singing I Want a Girl in an eerie tone.
"Time to scoot." Miles muttered, helping me to my feet and we dashed across the gory, gymnasium floor.
Like the rest of the building, the hallway was in shambles and pitch dark. Since the two camcorders were our only source of light, the three of us huddled together as we crept down the hallway. Miles had his arm wrapped around my waist and Waylon was holding my hand. If we weren't covered in blood and running for our lives, it would've made a cute, family picture.
I have looked all over, but no girlie I can find, who seems to be just like the little girl I have in mind.
I will have to look around until the right one I have found.
"Oh shut up." Miles and Waylon said in unison, and I had to bite back a giggle.
There was a light coming from a room on the left, so we race towards it as quietly as possible.
The room was arranged like a wedding chapel with a corpse standing at the altar, a veil covering his face. Something glittered in his hand, and as we moved closer to investigate, it turned out to be a key. Waylon plucked it from the 'bride's' hand and read the inscription on the key.
"Male Ward." He read aloud. "Looks like our ticket out of here."
"Let's hurry up and get back to the gate then."
We were about to head back up the aisle when a loud voice boomed across the room.
"Filthy sluts! You're all like the others!" The monster shouted, the light behind him making his shadow ten times more intimidating. "You don't deserve my children! You don't even deserve to live!"
"This way!" Waylon pointed to a tiny room on the right.
We hurried inside, and Miles kicked a bookshelf down to block the monster's entrance.
There was a metal cabinet blocking our exit, so we all pushed it out of the way and raced through the threshold and back out into the hallway before finding ourselves in the gymnasium once again.
Miles and Waylon practically threw me into the vent and we all crawled back to the kitchen, high on adrenaline.
"Come on, come on!" Waylon chanted.
My heart pounded in my ears as the locked door came into view and I wanted to let out a sigh of relief, but thought better of it.
Once we reached the door, Waylon pulled out the key and unlocked the door, but just as he turned the knob, he was slammed against the door by the monster.
"Waylon!" I shrieked, racing to his side as it raised its fists once more.
However, before the creature should make a move, Miles slid in front of us, blocking us from the monster's view and range.
"Keep your filthy hands off of them!" He growled, curling his hands into fists.
"How dare you betray me?!" With animal-like power, the creature shoved Miles aside before reaching out and grabbing Waylon and I by our necks. "I have done nothing but love you and this is how you repay me!"
He began to drag the two of us back towards the gymnasium, ignoring our screams and shouts.
"Hey!" Miles suddenly jumped on the creature's back, sending him tumbling down and thus releasing us. "Young-ja, run!"
Gasping for breath, I crawled away as quickly as possible and hid behind one of the fallen tables littering the floor.
Peeking out from behind it, I saw Miles and Waylon brawling the creature on the floor.
Unfortunately, it easily pushed them off before pinning them to the ground with his feet.
"I try and I try. And you all betray me." It pulled down an empty noose from the ceiling and wrapped it around their necks. "And you can hang like the rest of them. And since you both are so close, you can hang together!"
I stifled a scream as they were hoisted into the air, wriggling around and gasping for breath.
'I-I have to do something!'
Then, I noticed that part of the beam the guys are hanging from were crumbling off as they struggled.
"Hold still!" The monster snapped, yanking harder on the long rope.
The rope!
Dashing forward, I grabbed the edge of the rope and wrapped it around it's ankle, using my teeth to tie the knot.
"Wh-?!"
"STRUGGLE AS HARD AS YOU CAN! BRING ALL YOUR WEIGHT DOWN!" I screamed up at them before I was kicked in the face and throw off to the side.
"You bitch!" It spat out. "What til I-! Ah!" The rope started jerking out of his grip as the guys wiggled around more. "What are you-?! Dammit, Darling! You need to behave!"
But the guys kept struggling and the wood kept falling until….
It was like everyone was in slow motion.
The wood gave under the guys' weight, causing them to plummet to the ground.
And, just like I planned, the change in weight and the pulley on the creature's ankle shot it up into the air and impaled him on a hanging metal pipe.
But, before being impaled completely, the creature grabbed Waylon's hand and whispered something to him before the rope shot him upwards.
And…it was over.
The monster….that misogynistic bastard….was finally dead.
Hacking up a lung, Miles tore the noose from around their necks and glared up at the monster's body.
"Rest in shit, you fucker.." He coughed, before glancing down at Waylon who was leaning against him, looking like he was trying not to laugh. "Park, do I look like a fucking pillow to you? Get off of me." And he pushed Waylon away like a ragdoll, letting him flop onto the ground.
He shot a glare at Miles, rubbing his neck all the while.
"What crawled up your ass and died, Upshur? We just stared death in the eye and survived! Can't you be grateful for that at least?!"
"Psh!" Miles rolled his eyes before a look of utter panic splashed across his face. "Young-ja! Where are you?!"
Snapping out of my daze, I stumbled to my feet and waved at them, still slightly disoriented.
"I'm…here."
The relief was palpable in Miles' eyes and he shot up to his feet and hurried towards me, scooping me up into his arms and peppering my face with kisses.
"Are you alright?!"
"Yes," I sighed, reaching up to caress his face. "Are you alright though?"
"Who cares?! And what were you thinking pulling a stunt like that?! That bastard could've killed you!"
"I wasn't thinking." I smiled. "I just….knew I had to save you."
Miles looked like he was about to say something, but just closed his eyes and held me close.
"You idiot. If I sprout gray hairs early, I'm blaming you."
I chuckled lightly and pulled him down for a kiss, which he readily reciprocated.
"Don't mind me, guys." Waylon mumbled in the background, his cheeks a light pink and eyes glancing elsewhere. "Don't mind me at all."
A/N: Third Wheel Waylon. lol. (They are my OT3 though! And when Lisa appears, it will be OT4! lol. A comment on silkyterrier34's story inspired me to write that.)
And Eddie Gluskin is Dead!
To clear up a few things, Young-ja never learned Gluskin's name and even if she did, she would continue to refer to him as an 'it' or 'creature' or 'monster'. And Young-ja is a badass! She helped to defeat Gluskin! And she is the most injured out of all of them! Fight me, Miles and Waylon! Whoooo! lol.
And Miles does not like Waylon! As for his reasons, i'm sure you guys can probably guess, especially if you play the games and know the outcomes. But that will come to light soon. As will Young-ja having to explain what happened to her to Waylon and Miles.
Now, back to the regular Outlast timeline!
Look forward to the next chapter!