Insanity Becomes You [Outlast fanfic Eddie Gluskin]

♡ Chapter Eight ♡

My husband silently walked me down a long dark hallway, with my hand tucked into the crook of his arm ,and his other was placed protectively over mine. He stroked my fingers, as he hummed his usual tune, which was starting to annoy me a little. The one thing I was beginning to dislike about psychopaths was their ability to see nothing wrong with their actions.

I wondered where exactly it was we were headed. From what I could remember, this wasn't the way back to his little lair. Sarcastically I wondered if we were headed to a honeymoon suite.

Yeah, right.

I tipped my head up a little bit to take another glance at Eddie Gluskin. He was a very tall man, and before the engine, he had been quite handsome. But even now with the gashes on his once Adonis like face, he was still very pretty to look at. If you could get past the wounds.

"Ah, here we are."

He stopped in front of a door, his hands leaving mine to push it open. We stepped inside what seemed to be a communal bathroom which was illuminated by tall, musty windows which sat on the back side of the room.

I was curious as to why he brought me here to this dank, falling apart bathroom. The toilet stalls looked as if they'd been ripped out of the flooring. The toilets themselves were falling apart or had been knocked over onto their sides. And there were no shower stalls, unlike the rest of the asylum's facilities. Instead there were a row of porcelain, moldy bathtubs.

Next to me, Eddie let out a happy sigh, and lead me towards one of the grubby bathtubs. The one he stopped me at was not disgusting or unusable, but neatly polished and very clean, as if someone had been bathing here. I assumed it was Eddie, given the fact that he did not have a horrible stench clinging to him.

"I thought perhaps you'd like to freshen up... before the consummation of our marriage, darling." He gestured to the tub, pulling away from me so that he could reach over to the faucet. He turned both silver nozzles on before plugging the drain up. I began to take a few steps back, wondering if I could make it out of here, but he seemed to notice, and took a step forward.

"But first, I just want to look at you for just a moment longer..." He muttered, turning me so that I faced him in the light of the windows.

His eyes danced up my body, admiring the work he'd put into his dress - his creation. I had to admit, it was a lovely dress, albeit the awful stitching. Strangely I found myself slightly distressed by the fact that I had no idea what I looked like.

"You're so beautiful, darling." He whispered softly, the smile returning to his face.

"I... I wish I could see for myself." I couldn't help but say, meaning it. I wanted to know if I actually looked like a decent bride. As if the fact really mattered.

Maybe Samuel was right. I really was going mad.

He chuckled, his hand once again taking mine so that he could spin me around, my back pressed against his chest. It was then I found that a long mirror covered the entire wall opposite to the windows. Though parts of the glass had become cracked, and dirtied, I could make out the figure of Eddie and myself.

"Oh." I couldn't help but gasp, my eyes scanning the reflection of the woman I was not quite sure was still me.

The Frankenstein wedding dress was surprisingly lovely on me, the material had a modest neckline, covering up my breasts well, but just enough to hint at them. It trailed down to my hips, where it hugged them gently before cascading down around my legs, where it flowed gracefully onto the floor.

It was then I really saw my face as well, my glasses were crooked on the brim of my nose, and a few blood stains were splattered against my cheek. My hair was still a mess, albeit Eddie's sweet intentions of straightening it out. My hands reached up to press against the veil, stroking it gently, wondering just how he had made it.