Alissa quietly stirred the bowl of plaster with water, making sure it was the right consistency. Her arms were starting to cramp up the more she stirred, wishing it would already become malleable.

"Are you done?" Wyatt called out from the other end of the room, scrubbing Syd's clothing in order to clean them and rid them of any possible scent and the spray tan that left little spots. "How much fucking spray tan does she wear?" He mumbled beneath his breath.

"It's not even working - are you sure you gave me the right measurements?"

Wyatt walked over to the Alissa and saw what she was doing. As he groaned, he pushed her aside - mixing the product himself.

"I gave you one job, and you can't even do that properly."

Alissa looked down, sighing as she leaned against the wall.

This wasn't normal. Whatever they were doing wasn't normal, at all. Their unconscious friend lied strapped onto a metal autopsy bed like a Dexter victim, and here the two of them were - ready to pour plaster on her face to have a mould for the androids.

Rattling was heard, indicating that Syd had woken up, out of her drugged state.

"Hm, Alissa? Wyatt?" The blonde yelled out, realizing what was happening to her, as well as not being able to see anything besides her own naked body. She had a blinker around her head, which restricted her vision from anything but the front view.

Alissa was tempted to remove her restraints and let her go free, hoping she wouldn't inform the police about Wyatt's sick obsession. But she knew it wouldn't be like that. If someone were to inform the police, it would have to be Alissa, but she would use Syd, since she had more guts than Alissa did. 

The girl walked over to Syd, gesturing her to keep quiet and not do anything that would attract Wyatt's attention. Alissa hoped Syd would catch onto what she was trying to do and play along with it, but it wasn't working well, as Syd kept panicking and pulling at her cuffs which tied her wrists and ankle to to the cold, steel bed. Alissa walked over to the sink, kneeling down to where the cabinet was and opened the 6 pack of beer that sat there. 

"Don't think you should be drinking that." Wyatt called out as he turned around, having the mixture ready to be poured on Syd's face. 

"Uh, I'm just really thirsty. Might as well, right?" She nervously added a chuckle to her statement, not knowing what the plan would be, but hoping it would somehow work. 

Alissa walked over to the where Wyatt previously was, a tall, slender bar table which was covered in a sheet of dust and dried up plaster of Paris. She looked at the hanging tools that were used for woodworking and do it yourself projects, seeing which one would be good as a makeshift bottle opener, buying some time as she did so. 

"Close your eyes, don't make me have to glue them shut - it won't be fun for the both of us." Wyatt stated to a now crying Syd, sighing as he didn't want to wait too long. 

Alissa found this as the perfect opportunity - going behind Wyatt sneakily, hoping he wouldn't have took notice of her. She lifted her arm in the air, the bottle being right behind the center of his head, which would cause him to pass out for a good amount of time. The countdown had begun in her head, going from the count of one to three. The bottle oozed out the beer inside of it, the glass shards going everywhere in a 1 feet radius. 

Wyatt fell against the floor, hitting the edge of his head on the steel bed. The plaster fell on his clothed body, but the same couldn't be said for Syd. 

Her face was covered in plaster, her eyes being open while it all happened. Syd was whimpering, afraid of what was happening as her vision wasn't going to save her this time around. 

Alissa hurriedly remove the cuffs on Syd's wrists and ankles, helping her nude body get off the bed and out of the room. The two girls hurried upstairs and to the kitchen - which was attached to the living - the room that held the escape route to freedom. 

Once at the front door, Alissa fumbled messily with the keys as she tried to find the right one that opened the front door of the house. As she finally did, she grabbed Syd's freezing cold hand, and carefully led her out of the few steps of the house. The two girls started to run once Alissa assured Syd that she would be able to lead themselves out of the woods and into the city where they can go to the nearest police station and report Wyatt. 

"Whatever you hear, don't stop unless I tell you to, hold my hand and don't let go. Got it?" Alissa held Syd put in the spot, gaining a nod of approval from her. 

As she did, the two ran as fast as their legs could take them through the dirt grass fields that had long, huddled tree's that housed night animals. In this moment, Alissa felt the rush of adrenaline surge throughout her body, a smile playing upon her lips that slowly turned into laughter of madness as she was finally free. This is it - she thought to herself. Tears of happiness accompanied her face, her mind feeling numb of anything around her. 

Alas, that all came to and end, when Alissa felt the emptiness of holding somebody and running along with them. The freezing hand that once laid comfortably in the warmth of her own, had disappeared, making Alissa stop dead in her tracks. She didn't dare to look back, surely Syd couldn't have had a gun, or any weapon since she had no clothes to hide them - that could only leave one reason as to why Syd's hand slipped. 

The lump formed quickly in her throat, to which she swallowed in fear of the worst being true. She had to face whatever happened to Syd no matter what. Even if that would kill her. The dirt road which led to the city seemed so close to her, but she feared getting shot if she took another step forward. Accepting her fate, she turned around - seeing Wyatt with the AR-15 resting upon his shoulder. The more she stared, the more closer he came, but she knew she wasn't going to look down and see the demise of her savior - Syd. 

Wyatt was now standing face to face with Alissa, looking down at her tensed, fearing body with anger and betrayal in his own eyes. He turned his head slightly, before gripping the nape of her neck tightly, having her jet black hair come between the forceful grip. Alissa winced in pain and mostly fear, not wanting to look up at him - fearing what would happen. 

He forced her face on the bullet that laid inside of Syd's skull, the blood being mixed with her bleached, platinum blonde hair. 

Water surfaced around Alissa's eyes, which tightened Wyatt's grip even more, forcing her almost too close to the injury as the salty tears stung the end of the bullet.

"That should have been you." Wyatt hissed.

Wow, I'm so sorry this chapter ended up being too long I got extremely carried away with the description (which I have received so many compliments on - so thank you!)

What did you guys think of this chapter? I know most of you are dying to hear about Andrew and that's exactly who the next chapter will include! A small, needed break from Wyatt would be good. 

So, what are your guys' predictions for the next few chapters? Is he going to go a little bit insane? Is Alissa going to go completely insane, or will she try to be sane for the sake of seeing her child (which will happen don't worry!) 

I'm so thankful for all the feedback and love this story has received, thank you all so much!