Outlast fiction: Mr and Mrs.Gluskin

Chapter 2 Revenge

Chapter 2

~Narrator~

Marie stared at her reflection, another person stared back with a raged and demented expression. She clenched the counter edge, with tightened fists. She knew what she wanted, and she wanted it so badly, and so was eager to have it. Eddie's life is what she wanted, to hold in her hands and squish with her long fingers and watch it rot and decay.
[ Author's note: Just in case you don't know, she's talking about his heart... yeah :) ]

Marie caressed the bandages that wrapped around her full waist. She thought of how much pain the baby suffered when
ripped from her body and why didn't death take her instead of the baby?, cause in Marie's mind since she never saw her newborn, she thought of only of her child, dead. She couldn't wait to taste the salty, fattening, thick red flavor of revenge.

She waddled out of the bathroom and entered the bedroom. She knew exactly what she was going to do when her flaming red eyes turned and targeted the glass vase of pink and white roses.
She grinned an evil grin. With a quick hand in motion, Marie swooped the thin blanket from the bed and made a sort of bag-like-net-weapon. With her other hand, she purposely tipped over the vase, which made a very loud crash sound, one that would not go unnoticed.
The clear glass vase shattered in to pieces, scattering the floor. One small fraction had punctured Marie's foot. But she was too unstable and too twisted in the mind to realize.

Soon sounds of heavy footsteps emerged, Marie hid behind the door and remained silent with the blanket ready in both hands. There was a sudden click to the door and the knob turned. The door opened slowly, it seemed time-consuming, as Eddie's head appeared around the door. With a leap to her feet, Marie flew and jumped on his large and wide back, laying all her weight on him (which wasn't much) she pulled over the blanket on to his head, blinding him, but barely harming him since he could still breath through the thin sheet. Marie's plan was failing, until Eddie tripped over the bed causing Marie to tumble over and hit the floor, where the glass was shattered and some pricked the right side of her cheek.

When Marie looked up with little pieces glass and blood dripping from her cheek, the the entrance was only feet away, door opened and all. Eddie was tangled with the thin sheet, trying to overcome 'what's going on?'
This was her chance to run, and be far away from this mad man. Unfortunately, not enough blood flowed through her brain to realize this chance. Marie was mindless at this point. She was so caught up in this web of insanity and the lust for blood, that she lost herself.
Marie pulled herself to her feet, walked over to the door, instead of exiting and taking her (maybe only) opportunity of escaping, she purposely locked the door from the inside and slammed it shut, while still in the room with Mr. Gluskin, who then finally got untangled with sheet and just gazed up at Marie from the ground floor.

~Ana~

"Awe what adorable little girl you are?" I sang. Ivy was like a small burrito, all snuggled up in her plush violet, colored blanket. She looked exactly like a toy's doll, but she was real. I combed her short ,freshly dark hair; which felt soft to the touch. Autumn (or nickname:Bo) was also asleep in her own crib right next to Ivy's. I also combed Autumn's orange hair as she dreamed pleasant dreams. Hopefully, more pleasant dreams than me. Most nights I often have nightmares of Marie, coming in to my room at night and placing a pillow over my head. Suffocating me, killing me while I lay asleep. Most nights, I wake up and see her blood colored eyes in the corner staring at me through the pitch blackness, but I know my mind's only messing with me .

At night I lock my door, and sleep with a bat under my bed. Most times I would let Autumn sleep with me for her's and mines well-being. I love Marie with all my heart but, I just.... lately she hasn't been herself and... uhh.... I'm just not sure if I trust her anymore.

I withdrew myself from the room in a quiet, less noisy fashion and closed the door behind me. Standing in the hallway, right outside the girls's room. Very faint, thumping and shuffling sounds, emerged from Marie's room. Almost sounds like animals wrestling or fighting. Then the sounds escalated, noises of furniture thrown, smashing into walls and some fragile objects like glass crashing to the floor making shattering sounds. I found myself moving towards the sounds, then paused in front of the enormous door. My hand barely griping the handle, I felt worried for my sister, questions of concern booming in my head like:
"Is she ok?" "Is she alright?" "Is she well?" Sounds of distress groans now echoed off the door. Most of them were Marie's. I took a few moments and I let it be, turned my back to the door and walked straight to my room and lock it.

~Eddie~

"Darling! Please I need you to cooperate!" I begged Marie as she gave me her playful struggles. I had her pinned against the bed, trying to bound both her hands and feet to the bed's metal bars. She kicked, and punched and even tried to claw her way through me. But she was growing ever so fatigue and we both knew it, yet she fought against it. Her muscles were tiring, her breathing slowed and deepened. Soon she gave up, and handed me full control (like she should). She lacked energy and her skin was colourless. I tied her hands above her head and her feet spread apart. Marie had a tired, worn out look on her face, then again, it was hard to tell from her black wildly, untamed hair. Therefore, I adjusted only the front part, pushing locks of hair back, revealing her face.

"Marie, darling. I'm sorry" I was inches from her face, about to place my lips on her forehead, but instead she thrust her head at fast paced and with her teeth, tried biting me like an wild animal. "MARIE!! THAT IS RUDE BEHAVIOR!" I scolded and screamed at her. My hand raised aiming at her, preparing to strike her face— then I remembered she's been hit once before. When we first met at that godawful place (mount massive asylum) those barbarian dogs (the male patients) tried to take what's mine. One of them swung at Marie, seeing her take that man's fist is an image that stays within and haunts me.

Then again she's no ordinary woman, she different... than the rest..

I marched out of the room, but midway through the door Marie muffled along the words of "in hell" I paused, turned to looked at her, she wasn't giving any eye contact. Her head angled towards the window. She was on verge of a mental collapse. And then I began to feel like a cloud of sympathy cover my heart... and a need to..... Oh my Marie.

~Marie~

"I'll make sure you burn in hell" was what I was trying to say but came out all wrong. At that moment, my anger and rage turned to sadness and grief. My tears tasted salty as they entered my lips. My heart began to shake and at any moment might burst. The world around me was bleary, my head wasn't spinning but painful pounding-like headache was killing me.
The air remained still. I raised my head to him, trying to give my furious eyes, but broke out in a mournful state. I shot my head backdown, slamming against the cotton, cushiony pillow. Closing my eyes for a second, a sudden pair of affectionate lips cling on to mine. Two large hands, one holding the back of my skull, another resting on my left cheek. Instead of turning away, I fell into loving embrace, and cried more knowing that later I would regret it. It was the longest kiss we ever made. His lips were tender and warm, but this was a sympathetic kiss. This buss he gave, was gentle and friendly. Which is rare of him, considering he was very rigid and extreme during sex or any other sensual desires. When his kiss arose and left, I opened my eyes to his ,rather handsome face (that I would so love to see at the end of a hammer) With a swipe of his thumb he made the tears disappear. Then with a gentle kiss to the forehead, he left.

......................................

The day died and night was born and I was restless my eyes refused to close, in addition, I was also in discomfort.... everywhere. From the stinging burn throughout the center of my body, to the way he had me was positioned.

Inside I was screaming, yet somehow remained silent. Even if I were to scream.. who would come? Who would care? The only person who ever sensed my pain was Charlie, but he's miles away. He wouldn't hear me even if I was loud enough. I broke out in sweats, chills expanded through my entire body. Experiencing, in-between-senses of hot and cold while bound to the bed. Throughout the night, I was felt sick and stared up at the ceiling. Waiting and praying for death to come, end my pain and loneliness.