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Soulmate AU (Outlast)

In this, Waylon doesn't meet Eddie officially (Like a proper introduction) until yanno, you read on...

Waylon held his breath. He was so close to being done. He was almost free. The forest couldn't be that long could it? No one really knows.

He couldn't see the asylum anymore, the rear view mirror showing only darkness. His body hurt. He burned all over with unseen pains and bruised beyond oblivion. The jeep sputtered after a sudden lurch to the side. He wasn't strong enough to control the wheel and was pulled off the gravel road into a ditch. He slammed his fists against the wheel. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck shit!" Waylon climbed from the car, it's condition worse than he thought. He went into the back seat and trunk looking for anything to keep him warm or to cover his bare feet.
He winced with every angle he moved, only finding a green sweater in the trunk and flip flops. It was better than nothing.
Waylon out both one and traveled into the woods. The surrounding trees were his only protection under the moon light, animals the better of what could find him out there.

The cold was settling into his bones. Waylon was freezing and still losing blood. His vision faded at the edges, him soon falling into nothingness.

It bright eight and tabs were the color of heaven, that's where Waylon would be. If that was the case, then he would no longer wonder why he hurt. He glanced around the strange room. A bed he was in. Warm, comfortable. Other than the scaring tissue and healing bruises everything was fine.

A man turned the corner carrying a tray of goods, mostly canned beans and rice. "Oh! You're awake!" Waylon gasped at him. His memory hadn't been working since he awoke. Nothing was playing back in his head. He tried to sit up. "Darling, don't do that. You'll rip your stitches." With a closer look the man had been severely burned on his face, specifically the right side.

"You- where am I?"

"At home, sweetheart. Oh.... You really must've hit your head hard in that fall."

Waylon furrowed his brows. "What fall? Who are you?"

"Why I'm your husband. And you, my wife. My name is Eddie, darling." He grinned devilishly. "You aught to remember that."

"Eddie... I am Waylon. Yes. Waylon. But I don't remember a wedding? How are we married?" Eddie frowned. He stood walking away and around the corner. He came back with a box. "What is that?"

"All the words you wrote to me during our childhood. See, we are soulmates, Waylon. Watch." He pulled a pen from his shirt pocket and scribbled a little on his own arm. He pointed to the same spot on Waylon's arm where the scribble slowly showed through.

"What..?"

"You can't run from love, darling." Waylon flinched as Eddie caressed his cheek. "We were meant to be."