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Song of the Day: "The Witch and The Saint" by Steven Reineke

(Young-ja)

The altar had been chopped to pieces, and in its place was a pile of wooden shards and Father Martin nailed to a large cross.

'I never expected him to go this far! Does he truly believe he is Jesus reincarnated?!'

Several of his followers were gathered at his feet, bent on their knees and bowing before their 'prophet'. They were also chanting in….Latin? They must have been the ones chanting the prayer hymns from before.

"My son!" Father Martin called out weakly, "Come closer! And my angel, you have served your purpose! Bless you for leading the apostle here!" Then he turned towards Waylon. "And Dear Shephard, did my guide lead you to your lambs? It would be a shame if you left without them."

"What?" Waylon stared at him with a vexed expression. "I still have no idea who my 'lambs' are! Why don't you explain yourself instead of giving us this inane riddles?!"

"It is too late to worry about that now anyways. What's done is done." Father Martin ignored Waylon's demand and gasped, his palms gushing blood as the nails dug further into his wrinkly skin. "This is my job. My apostle, you alone shall escape and tell the world. This is your penultimate act of witness."

Then one of the followers knelt before Miles and offered up the main lobby elevator key on a red pillow, like it was a sacred offering.

And just as Miles picked it up, the sounds of church bells began to resonate throughout the room like a contract had just made.

"The promise of the prophets was always freedom from death." The 'priest' let out a pitiful laugh and smiled giddily "And here it is."

"Is he really….?" Waylon breathed, his eyes wide in shock.

"You will watch and record my death, my resurrection. And together we will be free. You are no longer in danger. I've fixed the elevator. It will take you to freedom. We will…all of us…will be free…."

After a pregnant pause and a short prayer, Father Martin glanced towards the Variant holding a torch on his left and whispered, "Now, my son."

And then, Father Martin, the leader of the Walrider's cult, was engulfed in flames and slowly burned to death, his screams echoing throughout the chapel.

As we watched the man burn in complete horror, I took back the words I whispered to myself in the Female Ward.

It wasn't worth it anymore.

'You have done nothing but cause us trouble, you wretched man. But…I hope you have escaped this Hell and found your peace somewhere else. I….I honestly wish that for you. Farewell, Martin Archimbaud. Rest in Peace.'

(Miles)

'I can't believe Father Martin one-upped Jesus Christ himself in shitty ways to die.' I watched the poor bastard roast to a crisp on the wooden cross and covered my nose at the smell of burning flesh. 'Can't say I'm going to miss him though. A way out.' I looked down at the key in my hand, the golden object burning in my palm. 'If he's telling the truth, now we've got a way out. And a story to tell. He wants me to spread his gospel? I'll tell the whole fucking world."

"Guys, we need to go now!" I grabbed Young-ja with one arm and Waylon with the other before tearing down the aisle and back out into the hallway.

'Are we….free..now?' Young-ja tugged me to a halt and looked up at me, hope all but shining in her eyes.

"Yes." I breathed out, my chest as light as air and I resisted the urge to scream in euphoria. "Yes, my love. We are finally going home to our baby."

She gave an airy laugh, and tears poured down her cheeks as tremors racked her body.

"Finally….it's all over….We are…going to make it out of here."

Unable to contain myself any longer, I picked her up and twirled her around, the hallway filled with our joyful laughter.

'We made it! We are going home to Ae-cha!'

"And Waylon," I looked at him, putting Young-ja down before giving him a solid pat on the back. "Make sure to hug your kids and kiss the daylights out of your wife, alright?"

"You don't' need to tell me twice." Waylon chuckled, doing the same to Miles before gesturing down the hallway. "C'mon, we need to get back to the elevator room first."

Instead of going back out the window, we found an air vent nearby and climbed inside it.

Though I would never admit it, I was going to miss tossing Waylon and Young-ja inside dusty air vents while we ran for our lives.

Just a tad though. A tad.

When we dropped down, we landed back in the patients dorms.

And the first thing I saw upon landing was Chris Walker's silhouette at the end of the hallway.

"Of fucking course." I immediately pushed my two companions into the nearest room and slammed the door behind me. But, knowing Walker and his penchant of bursting through doors, we quickly hid underneath a bed and waited with baited breath.

Not a second later, the door shot off its hinges and Walker trudged inside mumbling, "Little Pigs….Little Pigs".

It was fitting really, Chris Walker was the first Variant I came across in the asylum, and now, God willing, he will be the last Variant I will see in the asylum.

After sniffing around the room a bit, Walker gradually stalked out of the room and continued down the hallway, still grumbling under his breath.

Once I was sure he was out of hearing range, I crawled out from under the bed and crept to the doorframe, looking both ways before gesturing to Young-ja and Waylon to follow.

We flew down the hallway until we ended back up in the dark dining area. The window Variant was missing but that was the least of my concerns.

Not when we were so close to freedom.

We bolted through the kitchen, then the elevator soon came into sight and I wanted to weep tears of joy.

'Almost there. We are almost there!'

"Pack your bags, guys!" I laughed, running into the elevator and turning the key, the machine slowly whirling to life. Then I turned and gazed at Young-ja who was still standing out in the hallway with Waylon, a huge smile on her face. "Let's go home." I held my hand out to her and she nodded, her eyes still wet, and reached towards me.

But suddenly, the elevator's metal gate slammed shut before we could touch and the last thing I saw before the elevator plummeted down…was Young-ja alarmed face and the sound of her screaming my name at the top of her lungs.

"Miles!"

"Young-ja!"

(Waylon)

I had no idea what just occurred.

Everything just happened so fast, and my brain was still catching up.

One moment everything was fine and we were about to get into the elevator, but then the gate just slammed shut and the elevator shot down, taking Miles with it.

"Miles!" Young-ja fell to her knees and began slamming her fist against the call button, as if it would bring the elevator back up. "No! No! Bring him back! Bring him back now!"

Her scarf was turning red, proving that her neck wounds were reopening the more she screamed and I tried to pry her away from the gate and calm her down.

"Young-ja, we need to get down st-!"

"Angel," A voice murmured from behind us, and I whipped around to see one of Father Martin's men with a huge cleaver in his hand. "Father Martin said your job was done. Now, you can shed your mortal form and be free; I was given the honor of helping you." With a deluded grin, he slowly stepped forward, raising the cleaver into the air. "I'll make your ascension as painless as possible, so please….stay still."

"Oh God no.." Young-ja whimpered from behind me as the Variant drew closer and closer. "This….can't be happening…Not like this..."

A/N: Another reference to "The Parks" in the beginning. Please look forward to the next chapter.