6 Reawakening Hatred

"There's my darling...my love's arbor!" a voice passionately announces.

She lifts out of her chair not waiting to be a victim. Her mind scrolling through answers and not finding one that tells of why he seems so dangerous. Had her hidden ability even alter anything? Her effort to not throw her life away urges her to stand tall and faces him. His shadow stretches over the floor and stops at her feet. She tries to look in his direction but the light outlining him blinds her and she bolts for the side door to the right. She steps in and shoves herself behind a metal crate on wheels and begins to push it hard away from the only door out into the hall she had came from.

"Darling wait for me! Darling wait! Don't run from me! Let me love you!" he yells but his footing seeming to take time into catching up to her slacks hustle.

She succeeds in making a door available to open she does and she slips out while crouched. Her barefeet, silent as a mouse, she crosses the hall and into the locker room she had observed.

"Darling where are you?" his voice questions from in the small room she had snuck from.

Her legs now staying still as she hides behind lockers at the very end of the room. Her right hand grips the cold metal to help her peer past to see the doorway twenty feet in front of her and to the door to her right leading back to the gym sitting quietly for her to pass through.

"I won't give up on you! I know you're worth it! You're going to make me work for it aren't you, you minx." a playful tone settles at the end of his voice which gives her a sigh and unsettling breath. "So many ways to hide yourself from me darling. Darling let's not be ridiculous...come out and let's talk about it...you don't have to hide from me. I only want to help."

She steps out and stands calmly seeing Eddie walk into the locker room. "Help? Nothing can help me now. Not what I've done. Nothing can help you either. I have tried to help many. I've been blinded and now...now I don't know. I'm so...alone."

"You don't have to be alone anymore. Could you be...the one?" his voice smooths out. A voice she had not heard this kindly throws her off.

She feels a pressure come upon her keeping her from moving something makes her heart flutter. His presence coming closer his steps patiently turning sideways.

"Do...do you remember anything of your father? Mother?" her questions stop him and he stares at her blankly as if he just now realized something is missing.

"Nothing but...goodness." his voice wanes. Something odd in him stirs. Something calming as if peace flooded over him.

"His memories are altered but not him." the Walrider whispers as if warning her but she is somehow not afraid of anything anymore.

"I worked to make things better...yet…" she is interrupted.

"That part of you...the world sees...they think is perfect...as God intended. Even these idiots and lunatics see it. There's something special about you...on the surface, but when they look deeper...when anybody with eyes to see looks at what you truly are...that's why they don't trust you." he blankly stares as if he knows of what she had blindly followed while working with Murkoff. No one would trust her since she had and chose to work for them.

"Then I can't go back into the world…" she begins to realize she can not attempt to proceed with her normal life as a professor and doctor.

"This face...can see into your mind...and the things you've done...oohh they're a sin darling, but a flower is as only as sweet as the soil that nourishes it...and yours needs nourishing...and pruning...and care." he states as if he has known her and what wrongs she had done.

This throws her off and his words stain her somehow she developed false feelings toward a psycho,yet she wanted to help just as a doctor or a psychiatrist should. Some who has killed over and over, by evidence of the hanging bodies, could somehow have her care for him. In her psychiatric work in the asylum she had talked to some including Dennis and Chris. She had no judgement on them not even in their insane states. She was always calm, she had wanted to talk to Eddie but only was given a simple reason and that was because of his criminal background with women.

"Why are you telling me these...things?" she asks and he walks closer now two feet in front of her. His breath is felt on her forehead, his height exceeding hers.

"You deserve more…" he pauses and steps close his chest pressed against hers. The moonlight lightly bringing out the shade of her eyes and the glowing of her gown. "Your eyes...I've seen them before."

The memory of the beginning of when everything would be freed. The first eye gaze she and Eddie had had behind glass he then smiles and his eyes lighten.

"You are the one to save me! I knew I have see those eyes somewhere before...just before I woke up…feels like a dream seeing you like this. The light...the haze of tears...tears?!" he wraps his arms around her and quickly peeling back to place his thumbs under her eyes and stroking tears away ever so slowly adding some strange passion.

"Don't...don't care for me." she mutters and steps away feeling uncomfortable as if feeling something filled with a major change.

"Come along now darling...marry me and everything will be solved." he says and grips her left hand and pulls her along back to the makeshift altar.

He keeps ahold of her hand just as he kicks over the mannequin and he sweeps her up. Something keeps her emotions away. No reaction comes from her as he places her down in it's place. She stands as if in a trance her eyes blankly looking at the floor. His tender hand grips under her chin and it lifts her eye gaze. The smooth fabric of his fingerless gloves rubs under her chin.

"Darling...darling…" his voice softens and he leans close to her left ear. "Darling...daaarrling…" his voice moans and the whispers gives her goosebumps and she shivers.

She blinks and his tough hand leaves her chin and glides down her left side and he grips her hand. A cold metal ring comes out from his pocket and it's coldness soon warms as it is slipped on her finger.

"There you go…" his eyes glide around the definiton of her smooth hand.

He holds her hand up and smooths his fingers over the ring and her hand. Her eyes look up to his and he leans to kiss her hard, her lip presses hard against her bottom teeth making her flinch. Her bottom fangs causes her inner lip to bleed. He tastes it and forces his tongue into her lip to taste it some more. His breath deeps and her heart races. Her hands press against his chest giving him a shove. As she backs up she witnesses him leaving his tongue out with blood lingering on it and he licks his lips coming closer to her.

"How…" he sniffs in a big breath, "Sweet!" his voice deep and satisfied.

She backs up toward the same small room and backs up to an empty desk. She grabs the edge of the desk tightly getting some comfort from it but he pauses by the doorway.

"Now darling...you can't hide from me." he holds his arms out to her and she heads for the doorway now looking at the table she saw blocking off an area.

She plants her right hand on the surface and leaps over the table and turning a right to a closed door and opens it. A flat table sits in the middle of the room and small tables consisting of sewing machines gleaming from the moonlight of two windows. Her legs burn when she crouches down at the crack of the doorway witnessing him easily vault over the table and her eyes never leaving the shape of his torso. She kicks the door shut and backs away from it towards the big table loaded with folded cloths.

"Now...now my loving new bride. It's our honeymoon don't run away from me...I only want to love you...that and make an honest...woman out of you." his voice chuckles and he kicks open the door sending shreds of wood flying in.

She shrieks and covers her face suddenly his rough hands grab her by the waist lifts her up over his shoulder and he swipes off the roll of  cloths sending them to the ground. A axe flings off letting the metal ring a sound throughout the room. Her eyes never leave the red tinted axe as he softly pressed her down.

"A woman...has to suffer some things...it's not pleasant I know, but just try...to endure...for my sake...for the sake of our children." he huffs as he presses down her upper arms to the table both of his hands tightening to a pain she squints from.

She grunts and realizes what he is thinking of. The gleaming light on his belt buckle comes loose noticing this she wiggles further away but his left hand presses in the middle of her chest. Her body had no strength to fight back against his. She had no advantage to his gruesome strength the nano injection gave him.

"Urk...this isn't love…" for one thing she knew about was the trueness of love she had once indeed had a relationship with a man but it did not last because of the achievements she wanted to lock herself up in. This was rage, lust and loneliness all in one man something she did not want to witness, something she did not choose to get involved with, only for the sake of having Waylon escape and bring justice to Murkoff and it's corruption for him to save future lives from cruel experiments.

"I promise...I'll be a different man. I want a family...a legacy...to be the father I never had." his voice wanes and he grips her wrists and pulls them up and above her.

His left holding both of her wrists down cause tears in her eyes. His right hand ventures down her thighs uncovering them from the silk clothing.

"Smooth...silky." he mutters and looks into her eyes. Her face now looking at him in disgust. "Don't look at me that way darling. I am willing to take care of you."

Her legs close but he steps forward having his hips stop her movement. Her breath panics feeling his right hand slipping something out.

"You will feel my love...I can fill that emptiness inside you..." just before she knows it her breath is stopped and she struggles giving her arms strength to push up.

No words come to her lips. Nothing but tears flowing over her cheeks and soon down the sides of her neck. His rough movements and grasping hand gives her nothing but vengefulness and anger. Something she never thought she had. Her body moves with him out of no choice, yet every being in her goes against him. His moans echo in her ears then into one. Her breasts, each one being groaped harshly, ache. The image of the axe in her mind stays, it's sharp edge, it's wooden handle, and most of all it's usefulness. Plans turn over and over in her head as he enjoys himself vigorously. His laughter echoing and his grunting and moaning grow irritatingly within her ears. He moves faster making her feel even more tainted his lips press hard against hers once again making her lip bleed. His tongue gleefully sweeps over the flowing blood just before long he takes both of her hands into his and clasped them tightly and raises up his torso.

"Let me fill you up!" he groans loud and she tightens her jaw feeling something warm inside her. He stands over her as if pride had overcome him.

Her eyes now shut, reaping with anger, twinge and roll. He steps a foot back and she closes her legs slow and she feels his hands move from hers. Her arms wrap around her torso and she pulls up her legs and cradles herself. Some odd silence comes from Eddie something she never thought would come from him. A odd sound grows close from the hall sounding like whispers. The whispers come nearer and soon louder as if a few feet from her.

"It's here...the Walrider." his voice shakes and he steps back the vague sound disappears as he backs up further toward the far wall.

A light sound of a zipper and a belt clip lingers and her body shoots up and explicitly reaches out her hand to the only other reliable weapon, other than words, that will save her. Once she has it by the handle she swings it to her right side and goes for the door not looking back. Blocking out the noises she leaps clear over the table and off toward the hell he had made with ropes and bodies. Clearly after the right turn before the window, she had once stared out of to get her in this tragic state, she can hear his footsteps thunder after her.

"You can't run from me darling haven't you learned? Don't leave me! I can't be alone!" she ignores his words and continues on now at the stair's railing.

"Did you hear me?! You are not taking our family with you! Think of our child...our children!" he yells murderously as she makes it to the end and now booking it for the hazardous gym.

"Fine then you selfish...bitch! Then...die." he lengthens out the last word with no remorse in his tone.

Her feet grip the wooden floor with ease and traction helps her get to what she had observed before. A single flaw in one of the pulleys and many more ropes crisscrossing the rope it had owned. She suddenly stops at the furthest wall from the doorways she had previously came through now staring at the man across the room. The miserable one who had made up a world of his own that she could not erase. The one she had wasted time and effort to understand and help. Psychology taught her to help others in any way she can, yet it now taught her to never grovel to help those who are long lost in their own worlds, their fantasies. He comes closer as she marks her eyes on the rope under three more and plans to chop it down.

"Sweet darling...come home. No need to become like these other...ungrateful whores." he raises his hand gesturing to the bodies above them. His right foot steps over ropes and soon his foot is in the middle of the three she had been eyeing and it so happens the fourth one gestured her to cut it and end his suffering. His eyes glide down to the rope she eyes just as she lifts the axe way above her head and she send out a rushing and battle like scream.

"No...no! Don't...don't!!! YOU CRAZY BITCH!! Arghhhh!" he yells out, it echoing in the gym just as she grips the axe feeling it stuck in the floor after it's finished stroke. Seeing ropes swing, twist and grapple their way around his right leg, right arm and his lower waist they sling him upward to his creations.

Blood drips on her cheek from the sharp metal pole torn through his right side where the liver and some of his intestines stay making it a lethal blow. A rope outlines the upper arm muscle of his right arm which cuts deep through the sleeves making blood flow slowly. Seeing him up there with his creations gave her the feeling of vengeful power.

"My...legacy...my...family. We...could...have...been beautiful." his voice shaking and breathless and his empty, and loose left hand reaching out, with the expressions of loneliness and sorrowness resting on his face.

He coughs up blood, his arms swing and his head drops down. Her stare goes blank then she snaps out of it dropping the axe. The wooden handle rattles and everything is silent. Her arms wrap around her lower stomach fearing the motherhood to come.