The Bride

Chapter | 1 | Possible Goat

"Waylon, are you sure?" I questioned as my eyes looked over the edge of the wooden plank.

"There is no other way (Y/n). You jump first." He demanded as he blocked the path before I had the idea to walk back.

Fear was literally writen in my eyes as I tried to swallow the knot in my throat. I was trembling and shivering, not only by the fear that started to consume me, but also by the cold ass weather in these parts. It was always rather cold here, but I never would've thought that the patients would ever escape, otherwise I'd have brought my jacket for such cold days.

"Waylon, I-I can't jump..." I said honest and slowly backed away from that edge.

"I will go first then, ok?" He questioned and pulled me back. I nodded my head. He looked determined to the other side before taking a few steps back and sprinting towards the end. With all the strength he had left in his bones, he jumped and landed perfectly on the roof. A relieved smile formed on my lips and just then I noticed that I stopped breathing while he jumped. Waylon let a sigh of relief out, his hands found their way to his hips as he turns towards me.

"Now it's your turn!" He yelled as he got a bit closer to the edge with open arms.

"I'll catch you!"

I bit my bottom lip, nervousness started to build up yet again. I took a couple of steps back, thinking about the fact, if I should really jump and risk my life doing so. I closed my eyes for a split second, taking a deep breath and then abruptly open them. I sprinted towards while I yelled. My feet lost the contact with the ground, my body flying to the other side, to Waylon. The jump didn't send me all the way, like Waylon's. I managed to grab the hands of Waylon at the right second. He tried to pull me up and even I tried my best, not to be such a burden, to the strength that he needed to muster in this very moment.

"Shit..." he cursed as he felt our hands slowly slipping away due to the sweat.

"Waylon!" I cried out as one hand loosens. I was hanging down, Waylon was with his arm on the edge.

"Don't let go, (Y/n)!" He demands and hisses as pain started to kick in. My eyes switch from him to the roof under me, I was terrified because I knew, that my attempt to escape would end here. But before I fell to my end, Waylon jumped after me and protected my body from the incoming impact. Our bodies crashed through the wooden roof into an unknown district.

"Argh!" Waylon cried out as he landed on his back and cursed a few times due to the pain.

"Waylon!? Are you ok?!" I questioned him as I got off from him and checked for any kind of injury. My hands roamed over his chest, trying to find a broken bone or maybe a wound, but there was none.

"I'm ok, but are you ok." He replied smiling and got up as he searched for any injuries. A small smile formed on my lips as well, he was always so caring. I told him that I was fine, only because of him of course and I reached towards him. I immediately pulled him into a hug, which he returned without a second thought.

"Don't need any sisters...maybe some...some girls that ain't blood."

Waylon and I pulled away, the sudden voice startled us and completely destroyed the moment we shared. I was about to ask him, if he heard the voice as well or if I started to go insane, but his hand covered my mouth and put a finger in front of his thin lips, answering my question.

He got a hold on my hand and pulled me with him, motioning to crouch. A dim light was seen in a room in front of us. Luckily Waylon had the camera so that we could actually see in such dark places. A patient revealed himself as he walked up some steps which lead Downstairs. As soon as I heared the multiple voices, I knew which patient we encounter next. Dennis.

"You ain't old enough to be worryin' about it."

"Grow some hair on your pecker, Timmy. Then we can talk about girls." Dennis older personality spoke in a raspy voice, which was even more unsettling than his female one.

"W-We have...worser problems." He stuttered out and walked to some door.

"I heard somthin'. I swear."

"Everybody, just quiet the fuck down for a spell."

Then it got quiet, a bit too quiet for my liking.  Waylon instructed me on where to go with his firm hold. The looks of this place told us immediately that we were in the attic, but we still have no clue what kind of place this is. We squeezed our way between two wooden poles and a female voice filled the air again.

"If we had a visitor...if we did, he could be our goat."

"What in creation are you talkin' about?"

'Yea what is she- I mean HE talking about?!' I thought as we proceeded to walk to an window, which gave us a bit light.

"We need a goat."

"There is reason here."

"To bear our guilt, our gender. A small piece of flesh between us and the blade." The female inquired, sounding a bit too existed.

"You wanna give him to Gluskin?" The male voice questioned.

My eyes widen. 'Gluskin?! How did he escape?!'
Waylon noticed my distraught and tried to calm my nerves by shushing and caressing my hand.

"That's the idea. We feed him a goat and he'll leave us alone."

And then it was silent again. My bones trembles as the darkness consumes us yet again. Another reason of my growing fear was a body hanging from the sealing. The man was well-dressed, must have been a security guard or maybe even a patient who stole the clothes. Even though he was dead, he still managed me to slightly freak out. Waylon took my hand yet again and pulled me towards him. His arms pulled me to his body, a warm hug is what I needed and he knew just that.

"Don't worry. I'm here." He whispered and rubbed my back.

"I know, and I'm glad." I answered and pulled him even closer to me, if that was even possible.

After making sure I was ok, he slightly pulled away and proceeded to walk with me on his side. The light of the camera was the only thing we had, yet we were short on batteries, which could be troublesome later on. Waylon let go of me and squeezed himself between two shelfs. I followed him, trying to make less noises.

"QUIET!"

I yelped in surprise and glanced into the eyes of an patient. I didn't dare to talk out of fear that he might kill me.

"If they ca- if they catch us....they'll give us to him...." the man looked behind him, fear was clearly noticeable not only on his behavior, but also the tone of his voice. His eyes then darted towards me, slightly widen as he noticed that I was in fact a woman. He leaned his head a bit further my way, the warning he spoke was directed to me.
"The man downstairs. Bad. Very Bad. Very, very bad...God...Oh God...."

He crouched down again, leaving my sight. I covered my mouth, with my hand and closed my eyes. Trying not to whimper or to lose tears.