Insanity Becomes You [Outlast fanfic Eddie Gluskin]

♡ Chapter Twelve ♡

"All be damned... it's fucking Manera." My jaw dropped, and my blood turned ice cold as the familiar hum of a buzz saw became more than audible behind my husband and I. Eddie gasped down at me as such a vulgar word had escaped my lips. But the only thing I was remotely worried about now was the trouble behind us, and not my deranged husband's offense to my language.

Before he could get a word out to chastise me for my behavior, I pulled out of his arm and grabbed Eddie's rough hand, and tugged him towards the light that was flooding in from down the hall, and screamed at him, "We have to run!"

He barely seemed interested in the sound behind us, which unbeknownst to him was NOT a good thing. He didn't even turn his head around to look at Frank. His eyes became hard as he instead continued to glare down at me. "Why? What's the matter, darling? Is this some trick to free yourself from me? If that's what this is then consider yourself dea-"

I groaned at him.

God dammit man, this was no time to think I was a treacherous little leach! We had to go, because from the sound of it, Manera's buzz saw was creeping closer and closer. The motherfucker could probably smell me.

"Eddie, please, you have to trust me." I calmed down my voice, being as completely sincere with him as I possibly could. We were in danger and I was no fool, now was not the time to run from my Groom. It wouldn't fare well for me to have both him and the cannibal chasing me through this infernal asylum.

He considered me for a moment, his lips pressing tightly into a thin line before finally turning around to find out what that sound actually was all about.

"Ah," Only now did he actually seem to understand that I was in fact not joking. For a moment, it seemed as if he was pondering fighting Frank off and my heart began to race.

But why?

Why do I feel panicked at the thought of Eddie being hurt...?

If Manera killed him, or the other way around, I would have one less maniac following me around this god forsaken place. I could easily find a way to lose the victor in this building, as I knew it well and these inmates had never walked more than a few steps through them before descending down to the lower levels to meet the Morphogenic Engine.

You wouldn't want to see your husband slaughtered and eaten, now would you? That voice that had been quiet all the way up here began to stir in the back of my head.

Your darling husband does not deserve that fate, now does he? What of your children? Of the happy life you will live together...? Don't deny it, darling... You feel it in your bones, Victoria... you don't want to leave him. You obviously feel more than just a tiny bit of affection for this misogynistic monster, don't you?

My heart once again began to take off on a high speed chase, that pang of desire I had for Eddie pooled in my stomach.

Oh... I shook my head at the voice, wanting to scream at it. But you do. I could almost feel lips curling into a smile in my head, and a deep sadistic laugh slipping through them.

ALL BE DAMNED, I roared at the voice - I DID NOT have time for this!

"Eddie, let's go!" Before he could even take a step forward towards Frank, I yanked him harder and began to ran, with his hand in mine. I thought maybe for a second he would've been more resistant to my actions, knowing that he was the one that liked being in charge. But I think he understood we were in danger, and that I was in danger. And even though I'd only known my husband for a few hours, I was well aware to the fact that he would not let anyone harm his wife, not when he'd just found her himself after all of the time he wasted on others.

"This way." I said, turning down a corridor that would lead up the main floors of the building. Behind us, Manera shrieked and howled, but seemed to be running in the direction opposite of us.

Thank fucking Jesus, hail Mary.

A few moments later, we stopped running - the both of us panting, and out of breath.

"Do you want to explain that?" Eddie was gasping slightly, his gloved hand pushing back the small bit of the raven black hair that he had. His bloodshot, blue eyes looked tired.

"He was a patient of mine... he's a cannibal. He chased me and tried to..." The sound of his chants of pretty meat, and eating me rang in the back of my head, causing me to shiver with disgust.

"He tried to kill me, and eat me, Eddie." I looked up to the Groom, who looked back at me with pained eyes.

He stepped forwards, and brought out a hand, causing me to flinch.

He frowned, but continued on, placing his hand on my cheek softly. "I will never let anyone, or anything hurt you, Victoria. You are safe with me, I swear it. I know that I am a hard, and just husband... but my duty is to keep you safe, darling." He spoke so gently, so lovingly. I wanted to take comfort in his words. I wanted to take comfort in him.

But I knew all too well that the only one who would ever really and truly try to hurt me in this asylum was the man standing in front of me. This beautifully deranged man, who had just become too fucked up to function in this life.

Just let him love you... what's the harm?

That voice... I couldn't help the feeling that maybe it was right. I was tired of fighting it.

Albeit his appearance, and his rather... violent traits, there was still a sweet man beneath it all. A loving, gentle man. Perhaps the man he had once been before the machine had taken him under it's wing and destroyed his last bit of humanity. Maybe it was a man that I could find if I dug deep enough into his mind - as that was my whole reason for being in this bloody asylum.

It was my job to take care of the inmates' mental states, and perhaps I could bring him back.

I stepped closer to Eddie Gluskin, and leaned my face into his hand. This seemed to shock him as his eyes widened for a moment, but then a smile crept onto his mangled lips.

"I'm... not trying to run. You promised to keep me safe, and so I'm promising there will be no running, and no unfaithfulness." I looked up into his eyes, and it seemed as if I meant every word, rather than just trying to calm his uneasiness.

"Now... let's go to our new home, shall we?" I pulled away from him, and held out my hand readily for his.

What's the point in fighting it?

Perhaps it was truly a moot point to even want to leave this man.