The Bride

Chapter | 7 | Never truly Over

"Look!" My head turns to him as he spoke. His eyes met mine and nodded towards the left.
"There is a batterie!"

He carried me to the cupboard, giving me the perfect access to the batterie. My finger grasped the little object and instantly put it into the camcorder.

"Finally, now we can see in the dark." I said smiling and snuggled closer into his crock of his neck, holding the camcorder high enough for him to look through. A small smile tugged on the corner of Waylon at my action, even a light blush appeared yet I didn't notice it. We reached a door with an 'Exit' sign over it. He tried to open it, but of course it was locked.

"Lets try a different way." Waylon suggested.

"Well, I will go wherever you go. I'm attached to you." I answered laughing and hugged him closer.

"I wouldn't want it any other way."

I smiled at his response, a blush kept onto my rosy cheeks. He carried me into a kitchen, but the only way out was an open vent.

"You go first." Waylon said as he helped me into the vent, before he crawled in as well. A dead person was staring right into my soul, yet I ignored it. It wasn't the first corpse I saw today, yet it always made me sad to see that their life ended in such cruel way. The vent ended sooner than expected, though I managed to get out, standing on one leg as Waylon jumped down. Without a saying he picked me up again. Blood dripped onto my head, which was confusing. My eyes looked up and that's when I saw the true meaning of horror. Countless of bodies, disfigured...seeing that was a reason to go into a asylum as well, it was insane.

"My God..." I breathed out.

"Don't look, let's focus on getting out."

I buried my face into the crock of his neck, hiding from the horrific scene.

"When I was a boy my mother often said to me, get married, son and see how happy you will be. I have looked all over, but no girlie can I find, who seems to be just like the little girl I have in mind. I will have to look around until the right one I have found...~"

Waylon stopped dead in his track as soon as we heard the song.

"Don't tell me....he's here...."

"I want a girl, just like the girl that married dear old Dad...~"

Waylon walked through the opened door, leading us to an aisle. Chairs scattered all around, some had corpses, other were empty. It was decorated in white, and down the aisle was an Altar. A picture of a priest hung on the wall and a body in a dress stood there. It had a key in the hand, his arm outstretched.

"This is terrifying." Waylon mumbled, his footsteps haulers through the rather cold room.

"It sure is..." I answered lost in my mind. While he carried me down the aisle, my eyes glanced at each corpse who sat on a chair. My body shivered at the sight.

"Waylon can we leave?" I asked, my breath unsteady.

"Shshshs. I protect you, (Y/n). We get the key and then we get the hell out of here."

We finally reached the end of the aisle, his hands grasped the key carefully and just then a shadow casted over us. Waylon immediately spun around, facing the Groom, who glared rather harshly at Waylon.

"Fucking Slut...first you stole my woman...then you made her jump out of the window...and now...you're taking my goddamn key, you filthy whore." Eddie said growling at the end and his hands bald into fists.