All Outcast characters don't belong to me. Becca belongs to my girlfriend and I. This story is based on headcannon as well as original story (researched each chapter).

This being said, this story will have several different endings, as we couldn't decide the best road to take with it. It will most likely have one that makes the most sense, the romantic one, and maybe one or two others. Not ending soon but just letting you know! Fanart is coming of this!

She groaned softly, opening her eyes, but things were a bit blurry. She was trying to remember what had happened. Maybe it was all just a dream. No matter how much she wanted to believe that it was, she knew from the smell there was no way she was waking up in her sleeping chambers. Her stomach hurt bad. Had the man struck her? No...she remembered some kind of spray. That's probably why she had that strange taste in her mouth. Maybe he wasn't very gentle bringing her here, probably hit her stomach somewhere on the way. Why was she worried about this? She tried to get up, but she couldn't move. Must be tied up to the chair she was sitting in. Well...looks like Waylon will have to get out without her. Her luck had run out.

She didn't realize she had started to doze off when the noise made her jolt back to attention. She squinted through the fog and saw the man from before dragging in a locker. Her heart dropped. For some reason, she knew that Waylon was most likely in there. She hadn't seen anyone else try to hide in lockers, but she would hope that he wasn't. He couldn't hear what the crazed man was saying but soon he had sprayed something into the locker, probably the same thing he had done to her. She shook as the bloodshot eyes turned to meet hers. She felt her breath catch in her dry throat. She wanted to scream as he smiled at her and walked over. Once in front of her, he reached down and cupped her cheek. His fingers were rough, the leather of his gloves rougher. It made her skin itch.

"Such a small one...," he purred softly, "A woman should get her rest before surgery...let me help you sleep..."

She let out a soft complaint before he sprayed the gas in her face making her cough. The last thing she saw was his bloodshot eyes staring down at her, only insane.

[x]

What kind of hell is this?

She kept this thought running through her mind when she regained consciousness in small doses. No man was this insane..no...she had already died and was in hell, or something like it. She was shaking, trying to get her wits about her to try and think of some way to attack him once he untied her from the chair. But she couldn't stay awake...she wasn't sure if she really wanted to. Seeing him chopping up the other men he had found...talking to them like they were women. Then it hit her...he hadn't put it together that she was female already! And she was probably next! It was a toss up between her and whoever was in that locker, but he kept looking over to her, making her believe it would be her. She looked through the haze at her bonds and her vision faded, making her head loll forward again.

Eddie stared at the small person in front of him, a grin growing wider. He had little doubt a tiny woman like her could ever survive this, but oh yes...the pains of the fairer sex. If she did, then oh...how fortunate of he to have a bride like that! He decided the wait was long enough as he watched him fade to black again. He took the chance to untie him from the chair and bring him to the table, tossing him down. He left him unbound, he wouldn't be able to fight at all. No...a woman shouldn't fight with her husband. He began the daunting task of removing the clothing. He took a knife and cut the top down the middle before stopping as it fell away. His eyes widened as he stepped back a few steps. No...could it be..? He stared at the bindings that had started to fall free, sure enough...this was really a woman.

A woman...a real woman after so long...his hand holding the knife twitched, aching to plunge into her immediately. Oh to see her hang...He stepped closer again as he heard her groan softly, waking up again. She whimpered as soon as she realized her predicament. He only met her with a charming smile. How perfect...maybe she won't be a whore like the rest of them...

"Such a surprise to see a...real...beauty like yourself after searching for so long...," he said smoothly.

While Becca couldn't put a lot together, she could put enough together that she knew he had put two and two together. She tried to move, but it only resulted in a weak hit to his chest, making him chuckle. Eddie looked over at the locker for a second and made a decision to handle that whore first...why not? One less one in the world to end in disappointment. One less one to get in the way of his new love. He simply moved the girl to the floor after righting her clothes before stepping over her to the locker.

Becca peered through the fog of her sight. Why did he stop with her? Why move onto another person? She thought she heard someone calling her name. It processed slowly, but now she knew the voice cut short was Waylon after all. How sad...neither of them will make it out. Seeing how her literal last hope was as good as dead, she closed her eyes and allowed more tears to fall. No sooner as she had started to give into the darkness, than she was being shook awake. Becca opened her eyes and gasped softly.

"...ecca...ave to...now," Waylon called to her, "Becca!"

She felt a sharp sting and jolted a bit, the pain bringing her out of her fog slightly, or at least enough to understand him better. He hoisted her up to her feet.

"We have to run! Come on!"

She stumbled and felt him put an arm under her shoulders, helping her from the room and down the hall. What happened to the crazy man? Not that she cared about his well being, but is there any confirmation that he is gone? She looked up at Waylon and noticed he was limping. With this in mind, she put more focus on walking by herself. Now that the adrenaline was coursing through her, the fog was slowly starting to fade. After a moment they slowed down and slid into a supply closet. They didn't dare try for a light, They barely dared to try and catch their breath. After a few moments of thick silence, Waylon hugged her close.

"Oh, Becca," his breaking voice spoke barely loud enough to be a whisper, "I am so happy you're alive..."

Becca teared up and held him tightly as well.

"I don't feel like it..." she replied, "This is hell..."

"No! You can't give up on me now. We have to make it out. We will make it out."

"Waylon," she pulled back and looked up at him, "I don't have anyone waiting for me outside. You do. I can give you a headstart...that guy chose not to kill me and moved to you when he found out I was a girl. I can..maybe manipulate him and escape later but...you have to stop worrying about me and get out..."

"Becca...no...please don't. I don't...I don't want to be left alone...," he downcast his eyes, staring down at his hands.

"You whores!"

The door was flung open, and Eddie stood there, seething.

"You...leave me...for each other?! You don't deserve to hang!"

Becca didn't wait. She flung herself into the larger man. Gluskin only stumbled back because of surprise, dropping the knife in his hand. He barely noticed the other slipping out as he stared down at the crying girl, babbling about some nonsense. She was gripping onto his vest, not in fear, but as if she really trusted him. His mind was reeling and turning into a jumbled mess. It had been so long since his last real woman, and she willingly ran into his arms.

Becca could feel the man's intense confusion. Had her luck not run out yet? It was bound to, but hopefuly not while she was holding someone who chopped off man bits. She tried her best not to tense up when his hands grasped her upper arms and pushed her away slowly. She forced herself to meet his bloodshot eyes, and he looked...scared? Had this actually..worked? His eyebrow was showing his worry, and he slowly started to shake his head. What was going through his thoughts? She was curious, but not enough to risk breaking his trance with words. She wasn't a psychologist by any means, but maybe there was a way to play his crazy mind in her favor..hopefuly.

Before she could test this theory, Gluskin let her go and backed away, still shaking his head. He let out a loud shout, angry and confused. He turned and ran in Waylon's direction.

[x]

Eddie was panting, his steps echoing in the halls. Why had he run away?! His wife was right in front of him! An actual wife! He stopped as he thought through the haze in his mind. He remembered staring down into the scared green eyes that he swore showed actual trust foolishly. No! She will be like the others! She probably already cheated on him! Nothing but a whore!

Then again...such an angelic face...such a frail body in need of a strong man...Such...a perfect wife...

His fist slammed into the wall, cracking it. He let the pain waken him and remind him. She wouldn't be any different. He heard someone cry out and saw another man, a patient. Gluskin let a grin grace his lips, the woman going from his mind as he stalked forward.

"Darling..."

[x]

Becca kept quiet as she walked along the wall, using another conveniently placed camera to see through. It had been quiet for a while now, maybe had to hide twice at the most. She had to admit, with an exuberant amount of irony, this was rather..anti-climatic and boring. After everything before at least. Not that she enjoyed it, but she knew her adrenaline went down and it threatened her to sleep. She didn't know how far she had traveled, but she had made it into another building.

A noise sounded behind her and she turned to see what it was. Can't waste energy running from every settle of the building, after all. She saw the red light of a camera coming towards her. She thought it was Waylon, but there was no limp. A tall man in outside clothing nearly ran into her. He looked scared as he slowly backed awayuntil he too noticed her camera. He slowly took out a notepad and wrote something down, his hands slightly shaking. In the dim lighting she could see that he was missing some fingers. Neither of them said anything, their shallow breathing the only sound in the hall. Becca opened her mouth to say something, but someone from behind the man beat her to it.

"Little pig..."

Chris Walker started to pound on the door at the end of the hallway. The man suddenly grabbed her shoulders.

"Get out of here. Cathedral. Outside. Anywhere. Go!"

Becca wanted to ask, but he had already taken off. A second past and the door started to give in, horrific screeches of metal and wood sounding in her ears. She took off into a room and decided to hide. She needed to think about what the man said. Who was he? Why was he here? Becca heard Chris pass the room and head in the direction of the man. Still she chose to stay hidden as the next move needed to be planned.

The cathedral had been mentioned twice now. Maybe the priest still had enough sanity left to try and send people to safety. Probably it was worth it to figure out and see what this was all about. She reached for the door but it was ripped from its hinges. Something grabbed her and she was flung from the locker across the floor. She coughed, dazed, turning to try and look but the assault wasn't over. She was lifted into the air and flung down on her back now. For a moment she thought she had died, but the blackness cleared and she saw..a figure? It had not distinct features but it looked like a man. Suddenly the being seemed to turn to air and disappeared into her stomach. She didn't want to scream, she really didn't. But it was so painful. After what felt like an eternity it released her and disappeared.

Becca shook before she turned over and threw up a bunch of blood. She closed her eyes, knowing if she looked at it, she would throw up again. Despite how painful it was, it soon only became a numbness, like her insides were slowly being cut from their nerves. She stood shakily and used the wall to move. She coughed again and grimaced at the blood that came onto her hand. She...needed any help she might get...she needed to get to the cathedral where the priest might be able to help her...

...or maybe just sacrifice her to help her end all of this...

Hey guys! Sorry about the long wait! I had some major health issues that came up that made it hard to look at the screen! I also started back into college again but that usually means I have more inspiration to write! I believe after the next chapter will then be the alternate endings. They will be written one by one and uploaded.

Oh! Who liked the Mike Upshur Cameo? X3 I thought it was a nice touch so :P

-Payton