Outlast the Night

Tick Tock

It would be her last day tomorrow in the asylum. For many people, including Star, it was exciting! She had come to complete her work and made new friends along the way. As she packed up the last of her clothing and paperwork the lights in her room began to flicker on and off. She concluded it was the therapy treatment that Jeremy and Richard told her about. It was unusual for them to have treatments so late at night but she didn't have a say in the matter. Her job was to conduct interviews with five patients by the end of the week and that is what she did. By 9:30 am tomorrow she will be gone from this place.

Unfortunately, this place tends to not follow through on its plans. 

Throughout these haunting halls, in concert and patted rooms William Hope cemented the fates off all living creatures both insane and sane for their remaining lives. 

From Father Martin's visions, the creation of the Walrider was born and Hell's gates were breaking loose. He woke up in a start listening to the prophet awaken and begin his journey. 

"My God you have awaken! You are here now I know that. Your angel has made her place here and now it is the time." 

He reached through the bars of his cell looking up into the ceiling.

"My children listen to me! He is here! He is here to save us all! All of us my children! Our time is upon us!" He shouted letting all of his cell mates, guards, and followers wake up from their own slumber. The cult following began to chant and rattle the cells creating an uproar. The security guards had to slam the doors and threaten them to shut up. It only created a larger scene in the cell block. 

The Solider laid awake in his own room listening to their noise. He knew what the old man was screaming about but it was not what was keeping him up. His blue bird was in trouble and he needed to find her. And soon. He made a plan to locate and find her before the Walrider could get to her. It didn't matter how many people he would kill, it matter who or what got in his way. He would protect her, shelter her, and take care of her. 

The noise of the cell block had begun to awake the neighbors. The Groom had been daydreaming of his Bride in her new dress he was designing. The limited supplies he was given would be enough to draw but not create the perfect gown. He would need fabric, sewing machines, and a church of course. The priest would be no good to him so he would also need an officiate. He would also have to prepare the new house for them. You can not raise a family without a proper home can you? As he wrote down his list he saw how much work he would have to do before he can marry his Darling. But it would be for the best. All of this would be for his love and his future family.

In his own world, Dr. Richard Trager had begun to hang his sanity with a nose. He had become one his own patients. He was slowly losing himself in his martini and his mind. 

The bloody blade twirling in his hands. The cries and begging of life he took away from his victim. It awaken a terribly but oh so wonderfully new passion. A hobby he could take his time with.  

He wonder through the possibilities of what led him to this moment in time in a straight jacket in a patted room. He found himself back to Dr. Swan. How soft and gentle her skin and voice could be, how he wondered if she would be his nurse. And her mind! Her mind so eager so ready to be corrupted and twisted into a new and dark place.  To stand by him while conducting his own research and surgeries to the people who wronged him. It could be nice, to have her by his side covered in his enemies blood. How nice it would be!