The Bride

Chapter [14] - Unwanted meeting

I woke up in the morning as the sun began to tickle the tip of my nose. I groaned as I shifted in the bed, trying to find the person I fell asleep with, though there was none. Slowly I begin to open my eyes, scanning the whole bed, no sign of Gluskin.

He must have gotten up when I fell asleep.

I got up myself, stretching my arms as I did so and walked straight to the door. Carefully I begin to open it, peeking inside the room behind it. There I saw Eddie. He was running up and down talking by himself or at least that is what I thought. He seemed distressed about something. His arms were flying up and down, while his whole body was fumming in a way I never saw. I decided to approach him slowly, not wanting to alarm him. My feet were carrying me slowly to the Groom. The creaks under my feet could easily give away my location, though Eddie seems to be in his own world anyway. I snuck behind a nearby locker. The conversation was clear as a day now and not muffled, which caught my interest with ease.

"This ain't good. This ain't good. You reassured me, that everything would go smoothly, you darn wanna be psychiatrist!" , Eddie's voice whispered - yelled to himself. His footsteps got louder, probably stomping back and forth now by this point. Though I questioned myself, what is supposed to run smoothly?

"I knew I shouldn't have trusted you! I should've taken things into my own hands!"

Trusted? What is Eddie talking about?

"If this is the reason everything will go to dust, I will fucking kill you for that! I swear!"

"You need to calm down, Gluskin. This isn't good for your self-esteem."

Who is that?!

The voice seems so familiar, I couldn't quit pinpoint to whom it belongs to. Though what worries me is the fact that Eddie wasn't alone and that someone was helping him with this messed up situation. The fact that they build up allies here is interesting though. If we weren't in this mess, and I was still up in my office writing reports about Chris, I might have wrote those things down in interest. This whole experimental creation, this whole nonhuman rights raised project, fucking Murkoff, this all is on them and we all have to bathe that shit out. I always knew that this will end badly for each and every men here. I tried to change it, but I must have been delusional then, if I look at this now. It would have been good, a dream come true, yet it was childish of me to believe to make a change. I know that now. Now where I'm standing in all those strings. In the Web. The Web of Gluskin, who caught me with ease. Fuck Murkoff. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

"I will get Mr.Park back, don't worry."

Waylon?!

"You better hope you do, otherwise I will hang you up like those other bitches in that fucking gym."

I backed into the wall, trying to contain my breath. I couldn't believe it. Waylon was still alive! I could've jumped and screamed out of joy. I thought that he didn't make it and yet here we are. Hearing those words escape those men made me happy again. For the first time after so many days I felt hope rising up again. This wasn't over. None of this was. I still had a chance of escaping. A chance to see Waylon again and to bring him home to his beloved family. I remember talking to him about them all the time. He missed them so much. And I will make sure that he sees them again. No matter the cost. The question now though is.... where could Waylon possibly ran to? I had no information what's so ever. No trace or clue. Heck, I didn't even know where he was taken to. But the other man knew. If I could catch one single glance, just one, maybe then I know where he was and where he could have gone to. The voice seemed familiar anyway, maybe I even knew the patient from a report or maybe it was even one of my own! Maybe Chris or patient 44335 or....

"Where is my next patient."

Confused I peek around the corner. The word patient send goosebumps all over my body. Could it possibly be....? No, this can't be. I could feel a single tear rolling down my cheek. That unknown patient, that man, he sounds like the one. The one who gave me restless nightmares. The one who made fear not only a word, but a reality. The one who everyone talked about. The man who assaulted the women patients not only physical, but also sexual before they were brought away. The one who assaulted me. I glanced around the corner, and like a lightning I shot my body against the wall again, covering my mouth as uncontrollable tears threaten to fall out. I couldn't believe it. How was he still here? How was he still alive? He was know to torture the patients. Cruelty was nothing to him. He said always, that he was curing the sickness in them. Though the sickness he has was...is....far worse than anything I had seen. I hoped that Waylon didn't have to suffer in the hands of that man. He must've been as terrified as I am. I just couldn't believe it. How was it possible?! Though I knew that my head wasn't playing tricks with me. I knew that I had seen, who I hoped to never see again in my entire career.

It's him.