Burn for Me

by dark_pools

Summary:

You are a survivor who has been in The Fog for some time, but with much still to learn. You find yourself meeting The Ghostface for the first time, him taking an interest in you and your past.

Chapter 1

Summary:

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You lost your breath as you felt yourself being slammed hard from behind, nearly falling over completely. You had been carefully and quietly hiding behind a large manicured hedge which was nestled close to a large old white house. You grimaced as you went to to turn around to see the culprit, your hand placed gingerly on your lower back.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry, I...I didn't see you there!" She whispered loudly.

Your startled expression relaxed into sympathy as you stared at Claudette, who was out of breath as she bent down to pick up her glasses off the grass that had fallen off of her face.

You smiled weakly as you watched her place her glasses back on her face with shaky hands, her eyes wide with fear. You realized you hadn't seen Claudette for some time, going through many trials without her.

You placed a hand on one of her shoulders, squeezing lightly.

"Claud, it's good to see you. It's been a while."

Claudette flashed a smile at you while averting your stare nervously. She fiddled with the collar of her shirt, pulling on it so that her neck could get some relief by the cool air. Her face suddenly turned serious as she brought her gaze to your own, sweat glistening on her forehead.

"Who is it? Who is the Killer?" You asked with trepidation.

"Ghostface," She hissed, bending over in pain.

You hadn't realized she had been holding her lower abdomen with one arm, the bottom of her shirt blood soaked.

Though you had not encountered Ghostface previously, you were very familiar with the stealthy Killer, being present at the many campfire conversations that the other survivors had about him. He was a human, known for his ability to seemingly snatch survivors from thin air without them knowing he was right behind them. Known for his brutality and relentless chases that only fueled his desire to kill and sacrifice to The Entity.

You wrapped one of your arms around Claudettes small frame, both of you lowering yourselves closer to the ground.

"Here, let me bandage. You need aid immediately," you said, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat.

Claudette lifted her free hand in the air, shaking her head.

"No, it's too deep. We must keep pushing and getting those gens complete or we will all be sacrificed tonight."

You stared at Claudette with a frown, displeased with her response but with the sheer sterness at which she spoke, you believed she was right. Worry flashed through your eyes as you lowered them to the ground, your jaw clenched.

"Hey. Hey, it's okay. We've got this one. David and Dwight are with us, and you know those two devour gens," she said while squeezing one of your hands with hers, smiling through bloody teeth.

You raised your eyes to meet hers, unable to rid the worry and fear from your eyes, mustering a faint smile. Though you were no baby survivor, you were still one of the newer ones, with only a survivor named Sable being after you. The truth was that trials still affected you greatly, and you wondered if there would ever be a time they would not. You longed for the inevitable numbness that many veteran survivors displayed after doing them so many times, not wanting to feel.

Your stomach still turned, along with the sickening dread at the beginning of every trial. Fear was still very present for you and it pained you to see your fellow survivors that you had grown close with, endure so much suffering and die over and over. All for what? For The Entitys own depraved pleasure.

You, along with the other survivors, knew very little about The Entity. You knew it most definitely feeds. Feeds off of the unending supply of pain and suffering of the survivors created and caused by the Killers. Many nights at the campfire, when you first arrived in The Fog, you had layed in the grass for hours upon hours staring up at the night sky, thinking of ways to escape. Thinking of ways to find The Entity and possibly even destroy It.

You were naive at the time. Unaware of just how permanent and horrible your reality was. You recalled how you refused to get close with any of the other survivors, keeping them at an arms length as to not get attached. For you believed you would find a way back to your old life before.

You recalled one particular night when you had been in absolute shambles, crying hard by yourself away from the main survivor camp, deep in the surrounding woods. You had been thinking of your old life and you thumbed the burn marks that patched along your left hand and wrist.

"Hello? I'm sorry I followed you, I was concerned."

Jake's voice was gentle as he approached you where you sat on large rock, branches and leaves crunching under his feet.

You straightened, startled by his sudden presence, not wanting to be seen like this. You sniffled and wiped your eyes quickly with the sleeves of your shirt.

You stiffened at the feel of Jake's hand on your shoulder, relaxing under his touch shortly after.

"Are you alright?" He asked, bringing himself in front of you now.

Your gaze remained lowered, already feeling another wave of tears bubbling to the surface, your chin trembling. The reality of your situation had hit, understanding now that you could never truly escape. That you couldn't even die.

Jake lowered himself to one knee, placing a hand gently on your own.

"We've all been there. It hits us all eventually. I don't believe I can say anything to make you feel any better..."

You raised your head to look him in his eyes, your eyes puffy and red.

"...but I want you to understand we will keep pushing. We will keep fighting for our right to live, even under The Entity's terms." Jake smiled faintly, his eyes rich with character and exhaustion.

You both stared at eachother, your frown increasing and you knew you would explode with tears. You flung yourself forward, wrapping your arms around Jake's neck, your hands locking tightly behind him, tears flowing down your cheeks. A shocked sound came from Jake's mouth, his arms held to your sides awkwardly. It was the first time you had allowed your walls to come down to another survivor, and you were thankful for his touch.

Jake then smiled, allowing his arms to hold your back as you both hugged, neither of you in any rush to end it.

Claudettes muffled pained sounds brought you back to your current situation, and she squeezed your hand.

"Hey, you okay? We must move, we have been here too long. We only need one more generator complete and we're all out of here!" She whispered.

You made a singular nod, the sudden and familiar desire to escape, to survive. You went to stand before feeling Claudette grip your hand so tightly, you winced in pain. You froze, confused as you stare down at her as she still remained crouched.

She stared up at you with with a troubled expression.

"Stare at him," she murmured.

You blinked once, your brows pressing together.

"What?" You asked.

"Stare. At. Him. Reveal him before he marks you. Don't let him mark you..."

Claudettes voice trembled as she seemed to stare through you, and you realized she spoke with familiarity.

"I...I won't. Let's go, Claud," you said as you pulled her up.

You both remained crouched as you made your way slowly to a lone generator that sat inside of a garage. You both knelt beside it like clock work, Claudette taking the levers while you took the wires. It stirred to life, the familiar sounds of it's metal pumps and gears making its way to your ears.

You shot a look over to Claudette who remained focused on the levers, grimacing and stifling her moans from the wound. You blinked with great concern, desiring to mend her. You both periodically would glance around for signs of the Killer, The Ghostface.

"I know one of them are already at the gates, most likely Dwight. David will be scouting for us," Claudette whispered while keeping her eyes fixed on the gen.

You nodded in agreement, familiar with how both Dwight and David performed in trials. They were stellar, top tier survivors and one of the earliest people to be taken by The Entity and brought to The Fog. A wave of relief came over your body at the thought of escaping a trial without injury and even better, without sacrifice.

The generator was now acting like a well oiled machine as it's pumps were moving faster, being almost complete. A few more pulls from the lever by Claudette and one more connected wire by yourself and the generator sprang to life, it's lights illuminating the small garage.

Claudette stood immediately, her arm pressed close to her stomach.

"Let's get out of here."

You stood, reaching for her hand as she went to turn.

"Please, let me mend. Even if it doesn't mend completely, it's something."

Claudette shook her head briskly, pressing her lips together in pain.

"Its fine, i'll be whole again once we escape. You know my pain tolerance is high, this is temporary. Let's go."

She turned and waved her hand for you to follow, both of you on high alert as you made your way out of the garage. You were only a few steps behind Claudette as you watched her walk through the doorway of the garage, turning the corner.

You then abruptly froze, your feet planted. There was an unexplainable urge to turn around, goosebumps changing the texture of your skin. A strange heat like sensation began forming at the back of your neck making its way down to your spine and if it wasn't for your situation it would have felt strangely pleasant.

You slowly turned your head to the side, a dark shadow like figure in your peripheral. You swallowed loudly, wetting your lips as you went to turn to face the figure fully. There, at the opposite end of the garage was the Ghostface, crouched low. You stared at him hard, observing what appeared to be a dark mist that surrounded him, seemingly alive itself. Long spindly appendages floated behind him and when you squinted you realized they were apart of his cloak.

The heat sensation continued to flow down your spine and it almost felt like a warm hug. But there was something deep inside of you screaming that this was bad, that you must do something. You went to turn and run but Claudettes warning rang clear in your head.

You brought your gaze back to him, your eyes focusing on his pitch black voids as eyes. Immediately you felt yourself being drained of energy as you stare into his eyes, as if there was a force fighting against you. It took everything in your power to not look away as you clenched your jaw and fist. Suddenly there was immediate relief of pressure around you and your energy returned. The Ghostface stood slowly to his feet and you noticed the black mist was no longer present around him.

Now I run.

Spinning on your heels you took off running towards the door Claudette had exited previously, with no signs of her being close. Though the Ghostface made almost no sound behind you, you knew you did not have to turn around to know you were being pursued. A flood of panic rushed your chest and you gasped at the surge of anxiety, your feet fumbling below you.

You cursed under your breath, knowing you were clumsy and poor at chase. Something the other survivors have been trying to help you get better at. Familiar with this particular realm known as Haddonfield, you knew all you had to do was reach the main road. You ran as fast as your legs would allow to another nearby house, entering through the back door and into the kitchen, knocking over a bucket and mop in the process. You pressed your back against the wall, your chest heaving. You placed a trembling hand over your mouth trying to quiet your breathing, praying to the gods that you had lost him.

You pressed the back of your head against the wall, lifting your chin slightly as you closed your eyes, willing your breath to steady so you could sprint again. You sighed with relief when you heard the delicious sound of the gate being opened, knowing your friends would be waiting for you there.

Move.

You then pushed yourself off of the wall and sprinted out of the kitchen, turning the corner into the living room. You let out a cry as you slammed into something hard and unmoving with such force you crashed to the floor, your knees folding awkwardly beneath you. Regaining yourself, you looked ahead to see a pair of black and muddied boots, your eyes scanning up an almost completely black figure, settling on his painfully white mask, speckled with blood.

Your mouth fell open slightly and there was a moment where you both were staring at eachother again, the silence deafening.

"You're one of the most clumsy survivors I've ever encountered," the Ghostface said, his voice muffled. His arms hung loosely at his sides, his gloved fingers flexing over the handle of his bloody blade.

Despite your situation you found yourself taking offense. Noting how no other Killer has ever spoken allowed, especially to you. Truthfully, you believed none of them spoke at all.

You quickly scrambled to your feet and went to stand but the Ghostface was quick to shove you back down, you falling on your hands and knees. You grit your teeth from the pain radiating in your knees as you remained on the ground with your back towards him, your nails digging into the rug.

Another awkward pause and you waited for the pain of steel through your back, clenching your eyes shut. You could feel his eyes on your back, your skirt flowing just past your upper thighs. The room was hot and you your long sleeve shirt was tight around your arms and chest, sweat forming around your neck.

You opened your eyes slightly to stare at the rug below you, unsure of how to get out of this situation. Unsure of why you weren't stabbed or hooked yet.

The Ghostface hummed inquisitively you felt him place the bottom of his boot on your bum, pushing you down slightly.

"Down, flat on your stomach," he said casually.

You blinked wildly, all kinds of horrible thoughts making their way into your head.

What the hell is he doing?

You then tried to push yourself up from the weight he was applying to your bum, you grunting as he pushed harder.

"Don't do that..." he said, more annoyed than anything.

You felt as he applied more weight to your bum with his boot, it bordering on pain if you didn't relent. You found yourself lowering your chest to the rug in a pushup postion with your bum raised, your back arched slightly. It was an extremely revealing and vulnerable position and a wave heat rushed to your face, embarrassed.

"All the way..."

You then lowered yourself completely to your stomach with your legs straight and parted slightly, your arms at a 90 degree angle as your sides. Mortified, you felt him bring the tip of his boot under your skirt and lift it slightly, particularly on your left side. Your eyes went wide with panic, your chest heaving under you.

"What do we have here?" The Ghostface asked, as he crouched down on his heels.

You realized then that he was referring to the large burn mark on your upper left thigh, a result of the accident in your old life. You had very long thigh-high socks on that covered the other patches of burns on your left leg, one behind your knee and one on your shins that wrapped around to your calf, licked by flames.

You jumped when you felt him suddenly brush his fingers against the mark at the back of your upper thigh, the cool sensation of leather dragging down lightly.

"Burns? I know you didn't get this here, defects are not carried over from survivors past life. Interesting..."

You breathed in a shaky breath as you remained flat on your stomach as you listened to him speak. He was right. You noticed this fact pretty early on in your arrival to The Fog. You noticed how other survivors had no visible scarring or any kind of unnatural blemish for that matter. As well as disabilities, physical anyway, were removed from survivors before they entered the Fog. You recalled how Dwight told you he used have mild seizures from his past life and how Jane suffered from terrible migraines, none of them transferring over.

The Entity appeared to want blemish free, healthy, able bodied survivors.

But your burns did. You tried to hide them at first, not so much because you were embarrassed by them but because they made you stand out. They brought attention that you did not want. Many survivors were amazed that you had them here in The Fog. Some even took it as being a sign they could one day escape, that past lives were still bound to themselves somehow. It gave them hope. But to you it was just a reminder of what happened that awful day. A day you wished you could forget, even now in a different world. You recalled how you wished the Entity would have wiped all your memories so that at least you wouldn't have the pain from your past.

You jumped again as you felt him tuck his blade under the top of your thigh-high sock, peeling it down to the back of your knee where he stopped.

"Oh, there's more," he whispered, more to himself.

You found yourself getting angry now. Angry at his unwanted perusing of your body, pride replacing your fear. You kicked your leg back hard, your foot connecting with part of his leg.

The Ghostface chuckled quietly and you heard him rise to his feet.

"Fair enough," he said.

As you lay on your stomach with your cheek pressed against the harsh rug, movement in the corner of your eye caught your attention. Behind the large couch crouched David, a finger to his lips. You saw he had a flashlight held tightly in his hand, his eyes filled with hatred as they drifted to the Ghostface.

"Whats your name?" The Ghostface asked, bringing your attention back to himself.

You knitted your eyebrows in defiance, refusing to speak.

The Ghostface shrugged his shoulders while raising his hands, his blades handle tucked behind his thumb.

"Well until I know your name, I'll just have to call you Clumsy. How's that sound?"

You couldn't believe your situation. Confused, angry and scared all at once. You flicked your eyes to David and he nodded once, waiting for the Ghostface to pick you up. Waiting to blind him.

The Ghostface let out a disappointed sigh, tilting his head to the side as he continue to stare at you from above. Suddenly you felt his hands wrap around your waist and flip you around on your back with ease. He gripped your waist tightly and you knew he was going to lift you up and hoist you over his shoulder like most Killers did before they brought you to a sacrificial hook.

He paused crouched over you, holding your waist as your eyes drifted to his voids, your expression full of fear entirely now. His gaze began to make you uncomfortable and you flit your eyes to the side, avoiding his stare.

"You're going to tell me your name eventually. Hell, I might even tell you mine..." he said, his voice barely audible. At that, he hoisted you up and over his shoulder, you bracing for the worst if David missed the blind. There was an unnaturally bright flash followed by a livid sound from the Ghostface that would make anyone run for their lives, no matter how brave.

You fell to the floor awkwardly on your feet followed by David grabbing your wrist and pulling you forward.

"Run!" He shouted.

The pair of you took off sprinting out of the front door of the house, you nearly crashing into the withered and broken 'for sale' sign mounted in the dirt. Relief flooded your body as you saw Claudette and Dwight waiting at the gate, waving their hands wildly to you and David. Dwight held Claudette up with an arm and your heart sank to see her in such pain but you knew it would be over soon, at least for a little while.

As you entered into the protection of the gate, you dared to turn around, curiosity more than anything beckoning you to do so. All Killers you had faced would be pursuing, but something in you knew the Ghostface would not be there.

As you turned around, breathing heavily, you saw he was not. You squinted your eyes to the house you and David had run from, your gaze drifting upwards to the second floor window. There in the window looked to be a dark silhouette, unmoving. You turned to face fully now, the warm sensation from earlier returning at the nape of your neck, making its way down your spine. You were being marked to completion.

You stared at the silhouette in the window across the road, confusion and curiosity once again being stirred within you. Marking was pointless here at the threshold to where survivors were kept away from Killers. It felt more like a warning, or a promise? Not quite threatening.

"Hey! Let's get out of here!" A tug on your hand snapped you back to reality. All four of you then stepped through the threshold, making your way back to the survivor campsite.

Notes:

Im really bad with chapter titles so for now, they will be default.

Ive come to the conclusion I can really only do about 3k-3.5k words per chapter w/o burning out.

I try and be accurate but it does not always happen.

Regular uploads~

Chapter 2

Summary:

You reflect on your past at the campfire and someone visits you in your sleep.

"What do you miss?" Jane asked David, crossing one leg over the other.

You, Jane and David were seated comfortably on large worn logs that surrounded the main campfire, it's flames reaching for the night sky.

David rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he leaned slightly to the side, his eyes gazing into the fire. You and Jane watched him patiently, the warmth of the fire caressing your skin.

"I miss tea. I really, really miss tea," David said, a warm smile forming across his face.

Jane laughed, rolling her eyes.

"Of course you do."

There was a moment of silence, the sound of popping wood filling the clearing. You raised your face to the sky above, sleep only just beginning to creep into your body.

David then turned to you, lifting his chin up slightly.

"What about you mate? What do you miss about your old life?"

Jane tilted her head in your direction, her eyes meeting your own with a tired smile.

You glanced at them both, a sudden tinge of pain in your chest at the thought of your life before The Fog. You had worked so very hard to move on from it, to accept that you would no longer be apart of it. Your life, though filled with many trials and tribulations, you missed terribly. The people, the sounds, the smells, the mundane. You missed your angry and bitter neighbor who complained every day of your dogs barking. You missed the smell of gasoline whenever you stopped for gas and the sound that your rusted car door would make every time you shut it.

You missed the love and affection of family and friends. Not that it wasn't displayed here, but it was rare and it was different. A wide smile and a hug from a family member you hadn't seen in a while, or a deep kiss from a past lover and how their smell lingered on your clothes. You missed things you didn't even like. Like the smell of coffee breath from a coworker, or the sound of your alarm.

Your eyes became glazed as your stare became distant and David cleared his throat.

"Its alright, you don't have to answer," he said, waving a hand in the air dismissively.

You smiled, grateful for the pass.

David then looked around, scratching the back of his head.

"Where are the rest of them anyway? They are late."

You raised your eyebrows in amazement, still shocked in David's, amongst others, ability to keep some sort of time in The Fog. You struggled tremendously with it, unable to even keep track of short periods as it was night all the time at the campsite. You recalled how Claudette had tried to explain to you ways of tracking the "days" that passed, though to you it had seemed like one neverending day. You knew you had been here a long time and had at one point asked Claudette how long you had been here since your arrival.

She had looked at you wearily for a moment, her fidgeting with her fingers, a nervous habbit she did that you had picked up on. You could tell she was determining whether or not to even tell you and you continued to press her.

"330 days," she finally said, as she squeezed her hands together in her lap, her eyes falling to the floor.

You had stood staring at her in disbelief, a wave of nausea coursing through your stomach. Claudette lifted her eyes to your own, them reflecting a great sorrow, and you couldn't imagine how long she and the other veteran survivors had actually been in The Fog. You didnt want to know. You turned to your side and wretched violently into the grass, bending over. Claudette placed a hand on your back and you knew right then and there that you would never ask again.

"Seriously, where are they?" David crossed his arms while shaking his head, displeased.

It was routine for survivors to try and get together after each trial to discuss what they could have done differently. What they could have done better.

Suddenly, faint chatter and crunching footsteps could be heard approaching and all three of you turned towards its direction. Claudette and Dwight emerged from the surrounding trees and into the clearing, making their way to the campfire.

"Well. It's about time!" David shouted, a smile creeping on his face as he gazed at Dwight who took a seat on David's lap, swinging an arm around his neck.

You watched with masked longing as they kissed passionately, Dwight pushing on David's chest playfully when he pulled away.

"It wasn't even that long, you're being dramatic," Dwight said, meeting yours and Janes gaze.

Claudette took a seat on the floor with a sigh while resting her back on the log at which you sat, stretching her feet and hands out towards the fire.

"Dwight noticed berries growing in a few bushes passed the outhouses and wood gathering spot. I believe they are edible. I plan on testing them out tomorrow."

"Berries?! I'd kill for something sweet right now," Jane said, reaching her hands out towards the flame.

Claudette glanced at Jane briefly before rubbing the back of her neck.

"I cannot guarantee they will be sweet, however."

Jane frowned, disappointed.

There was a moment where everyone just sat in comfort, enjoying the silence and the warmth of the fire.

David then spoke.

"So, last trial. I'd say we did pretty damn good. Especially considering it was your first time against that slithering bastard." David turned to look over at you, a proud expression on his face.

Claudette bumped your shin with her elbow playfully, glancing up to smile at you. You observed that her wound was completely gone and her shirt void of blood, made whole once again. A reminder of just how twisted The Entity truly was.

You forced a smile, unable to stop thinking about the peculiar way the Ghostface acted with you, the phantom feeling of his mark tingling throughout your body.

Dwight glanced at David with a concerned look, before turning to face you.

"What happened?" Dwight asked.

David waited for you to explain for your self with an assuring expression but you struggled to get even a singular word out.

"The Ghostface had her pinned to the floor...it was extremely unusual and I don't even want to think about what would have happened if I didn't find her," he said shaking his head in disgust.

It occurred to you then that from David's perspective, it did look pretty bad. Though everything was telling you Killers had no moral and could technically do what ever they wanted to survivors, you felt otherwise with the Ghostface. You felt he was genuinely curious about you and your marks.

You swallowed, frustrated that you would even consider a Killer having any moral compass at all.

"Claud told me to stare at him to prevent myself from being completely marked. It worked, though it was a strange feeling. It felt li-"

"Like your life force was being sucked out?" Claudette interrupted, her eyes wide and distant as she stare into the flames.

"Y...yes...just like that," you said, blinking down at her.

Dwight then rested the side of his head on David's shoulder, David holding Dwight tightly by his waist.

"Yeah, it's one of the most unusual abilities I've ever encountered with a Killer. Most Killers are pure brute force, aimlessly going after you- like they are mind controlled or something. But the Ghostface feels personal and thought out. I despise it." Dwight shuddered and David held him even closer, nodding in agreement.

You glanced at everyone, them all gazing into the fire now. Jane yawned which prompted Dwight to yawn, Dwights eyelids closing slowly now.

"His mark though," you said suddenly. "What kind of power is that?"

David raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, shrugging slightly.

"Who knows. A terrible ability granted from The Entity, no doubt. It's an awful feeling once he successfully marks you. Like he's scratching your insides with chicken wire. Its Invasive." David frowned in displeasure at the thought, resting his cheek on top of Dwights head who was now asleep.

Your eyebrows bunched together in confusion at Davids description of the Ghostface mark, it not matching at all what you felt at the gate.

Suddenly a pair of footsteps could be heard approaching the campfire, prompting glances from you, Jane and Claudette.

The feeling of unease crept it's way at the pit of your stomach at the sight of Jonah approaching, you both having unresolved beef with eachother.

Jonah approached leisurely standing inches away from the fire, his hands outreached. He scanned the group as they greeted him lazily, everyone being too tired for much more conversation. Jonahs eyes lingered on your own with bitterness and he spat to his side.

"How's it going, everyone?" He asked.

"Oh, just peachy. Living the life here in this hell...," Jane said, her eyes struggling to stay open.

Jonah laughed quietly, rubbing his hands together.

"Yeah, that sounds about right," he replied, his stare returning to your own. You tried your best to hide your displeasure with his presence, only now realizing and appreciating how long it had been since you've seen him.

"Well, i think it's about time for us to go bed. This one's beginning to drool...," David said, lifting Dwights head up and off of his shoulder.

"I agree, sleep is calling me," Claudette said, stretching her hands to the sky.

"Me as well," you said while standing.

Jane's eyes drifted to Jonahs and smiled mischievously.

"I'm going to be up for a bit more. Jonah, come sit by me,'" she said while patting the spot next to her on the log. Jonah smiled before promptly taking a seat next to her. You eyed him briefly with disdain before he was able to notice, turning quickly to head to the area where you usually slept.

"Night everyone," you said and everyone except Jonah replied with a 'goodnight'.

You held yourself tightly as you headed into the woods, eventually into a small clearing where a very worn and tattered sleeping bag awaited you. You shivered slightly before kneeling down onto it, sleep urging you to lie down quickly so you could slip away. Tonight you were unusually tired and you noted this as you tucked yourself into your sleeping bag, it being the only thought your head could muster before quickly succumbing to slumber.

***

Your breath was steady as you slept soundly and deeply. The night air was cool as the trees danced above you silently and somewhere in the distance a lone cricket chirped repeatedly. Your arms had made their way out from under your sleeping bag above your head, your hair sprawled messily against the flat cold dirt.

A gloved hand slowly made its way to your cheek, it's fingertips dragging down the side of your face gently, stopping at the left side of your neck. The fingertips found their way to one of your burn marks, lingering. Your lips were parted slightly and you moaned softly at their touch.

"Hi Clumsy...," a soft voice came from your right.

The fingers then brushed down to your shoulder and on to your left arm, tracing your marks carefully and softly. They made their way up to your forearm and you smiled faintly in your sleep at the sensation. The fingers continued to trace up to your hand and onto your own fingers.

"What happened to you, I wonder..."

You snorted once, turning your head to the other side.

The gloved fingers then found their way back on your cheek, a thumb grazing over your top lip.

"Beautiful..."

The hand then cupped the side of your face and you leaned into its hold, your eyebrows furrowed.

The thumb caressed your cheek a couple more times before the hand removed completely, leaving you wanting. You began to mumble and stir and your eyes fluttered open to stare up at the pitch black night sky. You gasped, sitting up lifting a hand to your face, confused.

You shot a glance from side to side but there was no one there. You slowly looked down at your left arm, holding it in your other. Your eyes fell to your burn marks, the pain of that horrible day in your old life returning. You laughed bitterly at the fact you had to remember that awful night in your past while quiet literally living in some kind of hell. It was a sick joke. But you had no desire to have pity for yourself or from anyone else for that matter. You never did.

You gradually laid back down, tucking yourself all the way back into your sleeping bag, feeling more alone than you usually did. You closed your eyes, the last trial prodding at your mind.

Chapter 3

Summary:

You find yourself hiding from The Ghostface after a trial goes south.

Blood curdling screams came from the large cabin resort in the center of the realm known as Ormand. You ducked low behind one of the lockers located in a small shack, your breaths shallow.

Despite the freezing cold temperature your hands were sweaty and your temples throbbed. The buttoned up blouse you had received after entering the trial was thin, and the bitter cold sliced through it like a knife through butter.

You closed your eyes, your hands pressed against the side of the locker. You had been summoned to a trial after what seemed like days since your last, which you faced a monstrous creature known as The Dredge. You and the survivors you were paired with barely escaped, and you had found it hard to sleep that following night.

The time that survivors had between trials at the campsite varied. Sometimes it lasted for a very long time, which was ideal. But sometimes survivors could be summoned back to a trial shortly after just completing one. No one seemed to be able to find a pattern to the frequency at which survivors were called to trial. It seemed to be for the most part, random.

Though, Claudette did have a theory. You recalled how she explained to you one night how she believed there was a connection between the amount of sacrifices a Killer was able to achieve in a singular trial. How the frequency of trials depended solely on how satsifed or, starved The Entity was. Though to you, you couldn't see how The Entity could ever be left disappointed with the sheer amount of survivors It had collected.

You shivered violently as a gust of wind swept through the shack, pulling yourself up as you held onto the locker. This trial seemed to be never ending, and you had a terrible gut feeling none of you would be making it out alive. Only two generators had been complete to your knowledge and one survivor had been sacrificed already.

Another gut wrenching scream came from somewhere in the distance and your stomach turned. You knew who the Killer was, his black figure stark against the white snow. It was The Ghostface and any curiosity you had of him had vanished completely. There was only fear now. He was much more savage this trial, backing up the many stories told from the other survivors. You had watched him mercilessly slash and gash a survivor who you knew as Felix.

You had been working on a generator located in the large cabin, towards the beginning of the trial and movement outside of a window caught your eye. That is where you first saw and realized it was the Ghostface. He had Felix in a chokehold and you froze as you watched him insert his blade in Felix's lower back, his abdomen lurching forward from the sheer force at which the Ghostface impaled him.

Felix's mouth opened into a silent scream, his eyes wide as saucers. The Ghostface released Felix from his hold, allowing him to drop to the ground on his hands and knees, Felix's blood pooling in the snow. Felix had begun to crawl at a painfully slow speed, his pained whimpers the only thing to be heard.

I have to help him! I have to try!

Your heart was racing, thinking of anything you could do to help or even distract but as you scanned the cabin any ideas had failed you. You still were so very novice when it came to rescue or chase, your specialty being first aid. You left the half completed generator and crawled closer to the window, unable to look away from what would happen next.

You watched as the Ghostface lifted his blade in the air, observing it before wiping it against his chest. He slowly followed Felix in the snow, his boots crunching loudly as he took each agonizingly slow step. You noticed Felix was visibly shaking as he turned to look at the Ghostface, a weak cry of fear escaping his throat.

Felix turned onto his bum, pushing himself back in vain with his feet. The Ghostface finally reached Felix and froze, his shadow looming over Felix's body. Your adrenaline was through the roof as you watched tears flow from Felix's eyes and though he was crying, he stared up at the Ghostface with familiar hatred, his lips curling into a snarl. The Ghostface then squatted down on his heels, bringing his face level with Felix's own.

You watched as the Ghostface leisurely reached into his cloak to pull out his camera, positioning the small window close to his eye. Felix raised a hand in front of his face, his blood bright red against the snow underneath him. The Ghostface then snapped a photo, the flash excruciatingly bright even in the sunlight. Felix squinted and you saw he was struggling to keep himself upright, he was losing too much blood.

It was only then that you realized that the Ghostface seemed to take his own kind of sick pleasure in this drawing out way of killing. It felt customized, fine tuned, like Dwight had described previously. You watched with bated breath as the Ghostface looked at the photo that slid out of the camera, his head tilted to the side.

Felix then coughed, blood spurting from his mouth and down his chin, his eyes fluttering. The Ghostface then reached for the top of Felix's shirt, balling it in his hands. Felix pounded The Ghostface grip with his fists, but he was too weak and the Ghostface stood to his feet while simultaneously lifting Felix. You watched in horror as the Ghostface suddenly inserted his blade in Felix's lower abdomen, causing Felix to bend over forward into the Ghostface chest.

They both stood in the snow as the Ghostface blade remained inside of Felix and if one didn't know the context, they would think they were actually embracing. Felix's eyes went wide as his chin rested on the Ghostface shoulder and his eyes met your own through the busted window. You gasped and covered your mouth, your heart sinking as you watched him die in the Ghostface arms.

The Ghostface then removed his blade from Felix and bent over to hoist him over his shoulder, bringing him to a hook.

You had ducked down almost completely to the wooden floor, the generator stirring near you. You were unaware you had been crying, your cheeks wet with tears. It took everything in you to stand and return to the generator, determined to complete it. And you did, with another being finished not too long after. But it had been too long since another had been completed and you knew that was never a good sign. The trial was going south.

As you stood shivering next to the locker in the shack, you tried to calm yourself. Tried to think of your next moves. You exhaled through your mouth, only just now beginning to accept the most likely outcome.

We're not gonna make it. These kinds of trials happen sometimes...we will be sacrificed.

You tried to think like Claudette and David and Bill...logic over emotion. But a soft cry slipped through your lips and your chin trembled. It never came easy to be sacrificed, even the most seasoned survivors still dreaded the awful feeling of your soul being feasted upon by The Entity. Many would even say it was worse than the physical pain caused by Killers.

"Psst, hey! Over here!" A voice whispered harshly.

You shot your gaze towards the voice at the entrance of the shack, your body relaxing a bit when you saw it was Nea.

"Nea?" You asked, a hand still pressed against the locker.

Nea crouched low as she entered into the shack, settling on her knees next to the generator located in its center.

"We're screwed. We're absolutely fucking cooked," she said, her teeth chattering.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you watched her begin to pull the levers carefully on the generator, a deep gash on her upper arm.

Nea then spoke without turning to look at you, her voice filled with pain. "He got Feng Min...I...I saw it. She's one of the fastest of all of us, and he caught up to her like she was a snail. He cut her open like a fish...her insid-" Nea choked and clenched her jaw, trying not to cry.

Your eyes widened as you stared hard at Nea, your head twitching occasionally from the freezing cold.

"We can still make it. The two of us, it's been done before," you said unconvincingly, your voice barely audible.

Nea shook her head slowly as she remained fixated on the generator.

"No. Not with him," she said before bringing her fingers to her cheek, wiping her tears quickly and returning them to the generator.

You knew she was right. You remained standing for a few more seconds before walking up to the generator, kneeling in front of it. You stared blankly at its wires, your lips borderline blue as you shuddered from another bitter breeze. You lifted your hands idly to the generator, it's metal just as cold as your fingertips.

It had been so long since you had actually been sacrificed or killed. You were beyond thankful for it and knew better not to dwell on it, for it was inevitable - survivors will get sacrificed. And though it may not happen for some time, it will happen again. And again. You were taught well by the survivors you had grown close with. They not only taught and continued to teach you skills but taught you how to deal with the truth of your reality.

Your eyes trailed over to Nea who was now crying quietly and it occurred to you just how young she really was. You wanted to comfort her the best way you knew how and you reached out to her arm, drawing her attention.

"Let me mend your wound," you whispered.

Nea looked at you with confusion.

"Its pointless, what does it matter...," she replied.

"Please," you said, cupping her elbow in your palm.

Nea blinked a few times before reluctantly letting go of the generator, allowing you take hold of her arm.

You were quick to reach for the bandages and gauze you carried with you. You got to work on the wound on her arm with great skill, it no longer taking more than a minute. You pressed your fingers against the bandage and smiled at her meekly before leaning back, pleased. Neas face was grim as she observed your patch work.

"Thank you," she murmured.

"You're Wel-"

You no longer could get the words out of your mouth before seeing a black blur emerge from the doorway. It was so unnaturally quick as it placed itself behind Nea, snatching her violently from the generator. You flinched more from her ear piercing scream than anything, falling back onto your bum.

Frozen in fear, you lifted your eyes up the familiar figure who stared down at you as he held Nea around her waist with one arm, her screaming and flailing her body like a mad woman.

"NO! Get off me!" She growled, her face bright red.

The Ghostface then brought his knife up to her neck, angling it's blade close to her flesh.

"Shh, shh, shh...it's alright, this will be quick," he cooed in her ear.

Nea stilled but she shook violently not from cold but from fear. She stared at you with pleading eyes as you remained on the floor, you being unable to move.

You felt the Ghostface was staring at you now as he held Nea tightly from behind and your eyes drifted to his voids, your eyes narrowed and your jaw tense.

Suddenly the Ghostface hoisted Nea up and over his shoulder effortlessly before spinning on his heels to leave the shack, Nea using every ounce of energy she could to pummel him with her fists while kicking and flailing.

Help her! I cant...I can't...

You willed your body to move, to get up off of the floor. It had been too long since you needed to find hatch and you struggled to remember the locations where it could appear. You stood to your feet with wobbly knees, finding it almost impossible to think. Part of you wanted to give in, to just accept your fate in this trial. But another part of you wanted to survive, even if it was to no avail.

You began to sprint out of the shack and towards the cabin, listening desperately for the unique sound of the hatch.

Please. Please...

You looked around frantically as you entered the large cabin, panicked noises caught in your throat. If you couldn't find the hatch then you would hide. You would make it as hard as possible for him. You knew it was a matter of time before he came looking for you and went to run towards the stairs that led to the second floor and wrap around balcony.

As you ran you nearly slipped from a large puddle, your stomach twisting in knots when you realized it was blood. You quickly ran upstairs but before you reached the top, your foot had caught on the top step and you slammed forward on the floor, flat on your face.

You groaned loudly as you went to roll over on your back, bringing your hands to your face. You touched your lip with your finger tips and pulled them away to see you were bleeding, the pain making its way up your nose and to your forehead. You let out a groan again as you sat up and rose to your feet, your hand covering your nose and lip. You glanced down both directions of the hallway and decided to head for one of the many rooms.

You slipped in one of the farther rooms from the stairs and quietly shut the door behind you, locking it. You glanced around the room for a place to hide realizing there wasn't many options other than under the bed, and you lowered yourself to the floor, sliding underneath it. You tried to prepare yourself the best you could, your breath shallow.

Your arms were tucked underneath you and you rested your forehead in your hands, doing everything in your power to be brave, to not make any sounds. Your heart suddenly dropped to your stomach at the sound of creaking floor boards in the distant, down the hall. The Ghostface was taking his time as he walked up the stairs, his boots obnoxious against the wood floor.

You closed your eyes and tried to think of your friends back at the campfire. How this will all be over soon and you will be nice and warm. You held your breath to listen and you heard him opening each door, searching each room.

"Clumsy, why don't you come on out. I'm not gonna hurt you." The Ghostface voice reverberated throughout the second floor, his voice sending icy chills down your spine.

You clenched your eyes shut as you pressed your forehead into your hands, wishing you could be absorbed by the floor. You heard him searching in the adjacent room, knowing yours was next. Your chest was tightening and you found it hard to breath at all as sweat gathered across your hairline and jaw. You abruptly froze at the sound of the Ghostface boots walking up to your door, standing in front of it now.

Your eyes opened wide at the sound of him turning its handle back and forth, unable to remember the last time you were this afraid.

"I was going to let you go, you know. The last time I saw you...I have no desire to harm you," he said behind the door, his voice low.

Though you heard his words, they were not registering with you. You were too petrified and your heart felt like it was going to burst. There then was a brief moment of silence, your breath the only sound to be heard.

Suddenly the door seemed to explode as the Ghostface kicked it in with one crushing blow and you let out a scream, your hand pressed hard against your mouth now. Your bloodshot eyes drifted to the side as you watched him walk up to the bed. Your eyes widened in terror as you watched blood drip to the wooden floor from his knife, splashing on his boots.

The Ghostface then snickered. "You left a nice trail of bloody prints that led right to this room. What a mess..."

You realized then he had been toying with you, angry at yourself for being so careless.

"Please don't make me pull you out," he said calmly.

You couldn't move your body even if you wanted to.

The Ghostface then squatted on his heels, lowering himself to his hands and knees with a sigh, his knife clanking against the wood floor. You watched as he reached under the bed and took ahold of your upper arm, the leather of his glove creaking as he wrapped his fingers around it. You made all kinds of panicked and scared noises in protest, them being ignored.

His grip was tight around your arm as he slowly began to drag you out from underneath, you putting up no resistance. He dragged you to the center of the room, releasing his grip on your arm before standing to his full height. Once again you stared up at him as he observed you from above. Your eyes trailed down his blood soaked mask and cloak and you knew then he was one of the most brutal Killers you've ever faced.

"Stand up," he said suddenly.

Your eyes were round as you looked up at him, your mouth agape.

"Please...," he urged.

With trembling legs you rose to your feet, your hands shaking at your sides. Your eyes flicked to his knife in his hand.

You watched him as his head visibly scanned your body and you brought your arms to your waist, hugging yourself.

"How long have you had the pleasure of being in The Entity's world, playing Its game?" He asked sarcastically, before turning to place his knife on top of a dusty dresser.

You looked at him with uncertainty, blinking furiously as you tried to make sense of what was happening. Your mouth parted to speak but words failed you.

"Hm?" He asked while leaning forward a bit, turning his head to the side slightly.

Your breath was still so very loud and you began to feel lightheaded, doing everything in your power to remain standing.

"That's alright, you don't have to speak right now. I ask because I haven't seen you before, well, since the last trial we had together."

You couldn't believe how casually he was talking to you, as if you two were long lost friends. You lowered your eyes to the floor from his impenetrable stare.

Suddenly he began to walk up to you, stopping right in front of you after only a few steps, your head being at his shoulders. Your heart lurched and you almost instinctively ran. Your breath picked up in pace again as your gaze remained lowered, bracing yourself for white hot pain of steel in flesh.

You flinched as he brought a hand to the side of your left arm, dragging it down to where he held your fingers gracefully. You audibly gulped as he lifted your fingers to his eyes turning your hand side to side thoughtfully, and you knew he was observing your burn marks again. Wet from his glove transferred to your skin and the mettalic smell of blood made its way to your nose.

"Do they cover your entire left side?" He asked, almost innocently.

You pursed your lips together, your bottom lip bloodied. Your hand continued to tremble in his own and he returned his gaze to your eyes, lowering and releasing your hand from his. There was then the familiar warm sensation familiarizing itself with your body again, his marking. Your brows furrowed in confusion as it seemed to calm you, your trembling almost stopping completely.

"Can I see them?" He asked quietly.

You lifted your eyes to his black voids, feeling defeated. You understood now that he had taken a liking to you, seemingly fascinated with your marks and how you were able to keep them. You were terrified, flashes of what happened to Felix flooding your mind. You then nodded faintly.

"Great...," he whispered, again more to himself.

You stood awkwardly unsure of what he wanted from you. Your arms swayed at your sides, thankful for the calmness his mark provided you. He stood staring expectantly at you before tilting his head to the side and you realized he wanted you to remove your shirt.

You exhaled quietly as you brought your fingertips to the top of your blouse, unbuttoning it. You couldn't understand how someone so savage could act how he was now. He watched patiently as your fingers reached the bottom button of your blouse, it splitting gracefully in the middle. You found a wave of heat flood to your cheeks, the palms of your hands pressed against the sides of your legs.

The Ghostface then removed both of his gloves and reached a hand to your waist, causing you to jump back a bit.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said.

You realized it ultimately wouldn't matter if he was or not and you swallowed as you watched him push your blouse to the side with the back of his hand causing it to fall slighlty off your shoulder, revealing the entire left half of your torso. Your braw was snug around your breasts and your chest visibly rose up and down, your breaths steady.

You gasped as his fingers felt one of the burn marks on the side of your ribcage and he traced it down to where it wrapped around to your belly button. Goosebumps made their way up to your neck and you were mortified to find yourself thinking about how long it had been since you've been touched in such a way.

The Ghostface then raised his head to look at you again.

"How did this happen? What happened to you?" He asked.

There was a long pause and you briefly thought about telling him. But it was too personal, you only shared your story with one other survivor, Jake. You had decided you would never share with anyone else, especially a Killer. You turned your head to the side, avoiding his gaze completely now.

"Why won't you look at me?"

"Because there is nothing to look at," you blurted, surprising even yourself. It had been the first words you spoke to him. Despite being fearful you found yourself getting irritated, not understanding where this was going.

The Ghostface then removed his hand from your waist and lifted it to his mask. You turned your head to face him with hesitancy, afraid of what was going to happen. You watched as he lifted his mask up and off his face while simultaneously pushing the hood of his cloak back. Your lips parted slightly as you observed him. He was indeed human, his features a mix of masculine and feminine.

Your eyes met his own, their color a deep brown almost black. His eyelashes were thick and unfairly long, his hair was slightly disheveled, parts of it hanging in front of his eyes. Blood had found it's way under his mask and speckled over his jaw and chin. You cursed yourself internally for finding him attractive. He gazed at you with what seemed like admiration.

"Whats your name?" His tone, warm.

You swallowed finding it hard to tear your eyes from his own, turning your head to the side once more.

"Looks like it's still Clumsy," he said smiling and you clenched your jaw, the name getting under your skin.

The Ghostface then let out an exasperated sigh, running his fingers through his hair before rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. There was a moment of silence before he spoke again.

"I'm Danny. I wonder how long I will have to wait until I hear it slip from your lips," his tone, suggestive and bold.

You turned to face him again, your eyebrows raised and your cheeks bright red. Danny chuckled at your reaction before bringing a hand to your chin, carefully tucking a knuckle underneath it. He lifted your chin gently and you stared at him doe-eyed as he brushed his thumb over the cut on your lip.

Chapter 4

Summary:

Danny explores your boundaries and history between you and Jonah is revealed.

You exhaled softly as he pressed his thumb gently on your lower lip, unable to hold his piercing gaze. Uncertainty poked at the back of your mind and you lifted a trembling hand to his own, your fingertips resting on top. The atmosphere became even more thick than before and you swallowed loudly. Dannys eyes gradually trailed from your own down to your lips and to your hand.

He gently took your hand in his own once again, before returning his eyes to yours. Your eyes widened slightly as he began to bring your hand close to his face and your body immediately tensed, you putting up some resistance. Dannys eyes lingered on your own softly and he paused, your hands held in the air between you both.

He stared at you knowingly, waiting to see if you would pull your hand away completely, but you did not. Unsure of his intentions you once again knew it wouldn't matter, and you relaxed, allowing him to bring your hand to his mouth. Your hand trembled in his own and you realized your entire body was shaking again, understanding the mark and how it's unusually calming effect had worn off.

Danny lifted an eyebrow and a smug smile formed briefly across his face before lowering his head slightly and bringing your hand to his lips, his eyes never leaving your own. You watched with bafflement as he planted a singular soft kiss on your knuckles before turning your hand over, exposing your palm. You stared at him dumbfounded as he began planting slow and intentional kisses on your palm, his dark hair dangling just above his eyes.

You parted your lips to gasp in shock, feeling yourself wanting to pull your hand away and not understanding when you did not. Danny continued to place multiple kisses on your palm and fingertips and you noted how he seemed to be extra gentle around your marks, as if he believed you could still feel the pain they once provided.

"Wh...what are you doing?" you stammered.

Danny then suddenly stopped while his lips remained placed on your palm, your hand held delicately in his own. You noted a shift in his gaze, it becoming more seductive than admiration. You gasped at the sensation of warm wet as Danny slowly poked out his tongue, licking with its tip once, before kissing more harshly now. You held his stare as he noisily kissed the inside of your hand, incorporating his tongue.

"S...stop this...," you whispered, your eyebrows furrowing in pleasure. You understood his intentions were very clear here and it scared you in any entirely different way.

Danny did not stop and instead began kissing his way down to the inside of your wrist where he licked lazily before passionately kissing and grazing with his teeth, his eyes drilling into yours. To your horror, a quiet nasally moan came from the back of your throat and a wave of heat rushed to your crotch. Danny laughed quietly as he observed your reaction, continuing to apply more pressure to your wrist with his lips and tongue.

Suddenly you yanked your arm away from his grasp, appalled. You wrapped your arms around your exposed waist and he slowly lifted his head, his expression calm and unsurprised. You licked your lips before lowering your gaze to the floor, tasting blood from your cut.

"I'm sorry, I thought we were having fun," he said as he placed his gloves back over his hands.

Your breath was audible and shaky again and your face was troubled, confused by what just happened. Confused on why you wanted him to continue. You saw in your peripheral as Danny lowered his mask back over his face, positioning his hood perfectly centered as if it were a daily routine.

There was a long stretch of silence before Danny sighed loudly, disappointed.

"I have scars too...," he finally said quietly, before snickering.

"Though, I'd imagine you wouldn't approve on how I got them," his tone much darker and sinister.

You blinked furiously as you stare at the wood floor, scared and frustrated.

Danny then threw his hands up in the air dismissively.

"I suppose you'll be wanting hatch then, yes?" He asked, his tone kind once again.

You remained frozen in front of him, willing everything in you to remain calm. Never in your time in The Fog would you ever think you would hear a Killer speak, let alone those very words. Your heart lept at the thought of leaving this trial, almost entirely unharmed.

Danny rolled his shoulders before turning and walking to the dresser. He casually reached for his knife and began thoughtfully and carefully cleaning its blade with the sleeve of his cloak, fixated on it. You slowly raised your head towards where he stood a few feet away from you, lowering your hands to your sides. You stared at him with round eyes and your mouth agape, unsure of what to do.

Danny cleared his throat as he continued meticulously cleaning his blade before speaking.

"You really don't have all day. The hatch is behind the bar...," he said without lifting his head.

You then began to hesitantly walk to the door on the balls of your feet as if to not trigger a chase, but something in you knew he would not persue you, that he would indeed be letting you go. When you reached the doorway you paused at the sound of Danny suddenly speaking again.

"Clumsy, we're not finished. We're only just getting started."

You stared at him from the doorway with an expression bordering on dread, his tone inscrutable. You gulped and turned to face the second floor hallway and as soon as you stepped out of the room, you sprinted down the hall and down the stairs. You rounded the bar and sure enough there on the floor, layed the hatch its lid wide open and you couldn't understand how you didn't hear it before. Without hesitating, you jumped inside allowing it to swallow you whole.

***

"Apperently they're all god damn kids behind those masks! Can you fucking imagine?" David scoffed while shaking his head, taking a seat next to Dwight.

"I don't know, I wouldn't put it past The Entity. It truly has no morals...many of us are very young as well, just only beginning to start our lives before being taken," Jane said, turning to face Jonah who was seated next to her, her expression grim.

You sat cross legged on one of the logs that surrounded the blazing campfire, your eyes distant.

"It doesn't matter. They are Killers, kids or not. And if the rumors are true, they were Killers in their previous lives, as all Killers once were," Claudette said quietly as she stood with her arms crossed, her lips pursed in anger.

There was a moment of silence before Jane spoke.

"They were once human though, like us. I can't help but feel strangely bad for some of them...," she said, resting her head in her hands.

"Fuck them. There is no humanity left in Killers, even if they were once human. They are monsters," David said with bitterness, his face turning red. Dwight placed a hand on David's back, rubbing in circles.

Claudette shifted in her stance before straightening her glasses, fidgeting with her fingers.

"I'm going to check inventory, it was Felix's duty last time but we all know how easily he gets distracted," she said with a forced smile.

The group collectively agreed and you watched Claudette walk to one of the two medium sized sheds located within the survivor campgrounds, where supplies were kept.

You turned back to see Dwight and David had started their own quiet conversation and that Jane was still visibly upset about the earlier discussion. Your eyes drifted to Jonahs, who had been staring at you already, the circles under his eyes exaggerated from the light cast by the flames.

Your eyes narrowed briefly before you rose to your feet, turning to head in the direction of the storage shed. As you approached it's entrance you could hear Claudette mumbling incoherently, her tossing med-kits noisily to the floor occasionally.

"Claud," you said behind her, your hands nestled in the pouch of your hoodie.

Claudette turned her head to the side to eye you briefly before returning to her skittish organizing and sorting of the supplies.

"Hey...," she replied.

You watched her move from the med-kits to the flashlights, all lined neatly on multiple shelving. She took one in her hand and clicked it on, its light illuminating the dimly lit shed. She clicked it off and placed it back down carefully, reaching for the next one. Again, she clicked it on but the light did not work this time and she threw it to the ground, it landing harshly on scattered hay.

She then repeated these steps for the third, fourth and fifth flash light, them all also not turning on. She threw each of them on the ground, each toss getting more and more aggressive.

"God dammit, Felix!" She grumbled, pushing her glasses up her nose. "Broken! None of them work!"

You stepped up to her then, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Its okay Claud, you know they will get replaced," you said quietly.

"That's not the point...we need to work as a team, we need to follow through with our duties," Claudette said, her eyes remaining fixed on the shelves.

"Claud...," you tightened your grip around her shoulder.

"You know Felix was recently killed, it takes time to recover from that mentally. Just give him a moment."

Claudette inhaled deeply before exhaling, reaching for another flashlight.

"I understand...," she said, clicking the flashlight on, it's light beaming against the wall.

"But he wasn't the only one. Two others also got sacrificed. He needs to step up, he's been here longer than most. He needs to understand it will happen again," Claudette whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

You gazed at her with sympathy as you realized she was doing what she always did. Trying to push emotion to the back, to appear brave and unafraid. You removed your hand from her shoulder, your eyes falling to the floor. There was silence before Claudette reached for another flashlight and turned to you, reaching it out for you to take.

"I'm sorry, I just need a moment. Could you check the rest of them?" She asked, half smiling.

You raised your eyes to meet her own with a smile, taking the flashlight from her hand.

"Of course," you said with a nod.

She clasped the side of your arm and went to walk towards the archway of the shed but before she exited you turned to speak.

"Claud?"

Claudette stopped and turned to face you, her eyebrows raised.

"Yes?" She replied.

Your grip around the flashlight tightened and you hesitated briefly.

"Do you ever wonder if Killers think for themselves?"

Claudette stared at you for some time and though it was hard to see from the distance where she stood and how dark the shed was, you thought you saw disgust flash across her face.

"Would it matter if they did?" She said, her voice grim.

You considered this as you both remained staring at eachother, the sound of a far away owl making its way to the shed.

"No. No I suppose it wouldn't," you said.

"Thanks again for finishing inventory," she said before turning and walking briskly out of the shed.

Your eyes remained staring in the direction she left for some time before you turned to look at the remaining flashlights lined on the shelves. You did as she did, taking each flashlight and checking if they turn on successfully. The ones that did not you dropped to the floor.

"I have scars too..."

Dannys voice suddenly echoing in your mind.

You blinked furiously as you tried to focus on your task at hand, not wanting to think about The Ghostface at all.

"We're only just getting started..."

You shook your head as you tossed a flashlight to the floor, willing your mind to focus on anything else.

"That one is working," a voice from behind.

You turned your head to see Jonah standing near the pile of dead flashlights, unsure how you didn't hear him walk in let alone get so close.

Your face went flat before you bent down to pick up the working flashlight, clicking it off and placing it carefully back on the shelf. You continued to check the flashlights as Jonah stared behind you, purposely ignoring him.

"Are we going to talk about it or what?" He suddenly asked, his hands in his pockets.

You scoffed, shaking your head.

"Talk about how you left her to die? How you left all of us to die?" You said bitterly.

"It was pointless, I know you're not stupid enough to believe we had a chance," Jonah said, leaning on his right leg.

"I watched you hide in a locker as Jane screamed for help on the hook. I was unable to get up, I was dying on the ground. You didn't even try to aid Dwight that trial. You had been hiding the entire time, waiting for hatch."

"You know trials with that Killer always end tragically, no one makes it out," Jonah said coldly.

You clenched your jaw as you recalled the trial with the Killer known as The Unknown. How it was able to mimic others and manipulate survivors minds. A true living nightmare.

"You willingly watched us die as you hid. You were right in front Jane, you could have taken her off of the hook," you said harshly.

"Why? So she can just get hooked again? Why drag out a trial when it could end quickly. We all think it, even you."

You turned to face him now, your hands trembling with anger.

"Don't tell me what I think, you don't know me. Survivors with your mindset doom us all."

Jonah removed his hands from his pockets and crossed his arms, snickering.

"You think you're so much better than me. Like you've never thought of your own survival before? Give me a fucking break."

You frowned, the corners of your lips bordering on a snarl. You shook your head before turning around to face the flashlights once again, returning to your task. You were over the conversation.

"You better keep your word and not tell Jane what happened that trial. Or Dwight," Jonah said, his voice low.

You scoffed while rolling your eyes, finding it ironic how he made it seem like not a big deal but at the same time not wanting others to know about it. You remained with your back towards him as you clicked on another flash light.

"I'll take your silence as a 'yes' then," he said before turning to leave.

You listened as he walked out of the shed, not realizing your shoulders grew tense. You exhaled with relief, realizing you only had a few more flashlights to check before you were finished. You looked forward to sleep, thankful that you were even able to have it.

After you finished up in the shed, you made your way to the campfire where no one remained, except for Jake who was nodding off as he sat uncomfortably on one of the large logs, his elbows on his knees with his head in his hands. When he noticed you approach he stood, smiling.

"Hey, Claudette told me you'd be in the shed. I saw you were working and didnt want to bother you. She seemed really troubled, is she alright?"

You smiled at his disheveled hair, grateful to see him.

"Yeah, she's alright. She's just frustrated lately," you said.

Jake raised his eyebrows with a shrug.

"I don't blame her, aren't we all?" He said while rubbing the back of his neck.

You nodded in agreement, your eyes trailing down to his lips.

"I was just off to sleep, I know it varies when we all get tired but will you join me?" You asked.

It certainly wasn't the first time Jake joined you in sleep. You both enjoyed eachothers warmth and company, often talking about the good times in your past lives as you both lay nestled in the sleeping bag. One of those nights you had told him about what happened to you with the fire and how you obtained your burn marks. Jake had recieved the information with grace and care, making sure to listen to you. He was careful to not bring it up unless you wanted to.

Jake often felt like an older brother to you, constantly checking up on you and wanting to hear of your success in trials. But you had always seen him as something more. Your desire for him grew the more you would get close with him, wanting his hands around your waist or his lips against your own.

Jake smiled sheepishly before nodding and you both began walking to where you slept. When you both approached the small clearing, Jake began taking off his shoes.

"Your bag has seen better days, I'm afraid," he said while eyeing your sleeping bag. You laughed, shaking your head.

"Remind me to request a new one next time The Entity is eating me alive," you said and you both let out a laugh. Jake was the only one you found you could express your morbid humor with.

Jake then went to step towards the sleeping bag but you reached for his hand, turning to face you. He brought himself in front of you with your fingers entwined, your eyes locked on eachothers. You smiled shyly as he reached his free hand for yours and his dark brown eyes lingered on your lips.

"(Y/N)....I...," his voice trailed as you leaned in, planting your lips on his. They were warm and soft, and you both allowed them to linger. You pulled away to see he was looking down, seemingly uncomfortable.

You furrowed your brow with concern, afraid you had made a mistake.

Jake lifted his eyes to your own, recognizing your concern and spoke.

"Its not you, I just...im afraid of this. Afraid of love, in a place like this," he said, his voice tinged with pain.

You stared at Jake briefly with confusion before leaning in to hug him, his arms wrapping around your waist. You both stood for what seemed like minutes, embracing eachother before Jake finally spoke.

"Sorry if I ruined the moment," he said, his voice muffled from his face being nuzzled against your neck.

You let out a giggle before pulling away, shaking your head.

"You're fine. It's alright, let's go to sleep," you said and you both lowered yourself to the ground, situating yourselves into the sleeping bag. It was meer minutes before you both succumbed to sleep, you being pressed against Jake's chest, the sound of his rythmic heart beat following you into your dreams.

Chapter 5

Summary:

We get a glimpse from your past and Danny presses you to let him in.

"We have nothing to worry about, you heard what Dr. Bishop said. It's a phase, she'll grow out of it."

A stern voice came from your living room as you eavesropped on your parents conversation, your back pressed against the hallway wall, your school backpack squished.

"Even if that were entirely true we cannot deny how dangerous Eevie has become right now, we have to think about her sister. We can only hide matches for so long and she'll eventually figure out the safety locks on the stove." Your father's voice, strained by exhaustion.

"Eevies only seven. She's curious about many things, fire just happens to be one of them. I fear you're overreacting." Your mother replied calmly.

You pulled on the straps of your backpack with your thumbs as you strained your ears, leaning closer to the doorway of the living room.

There was a brief moment of silence before your mother spoke.

"Eevie has her sister to help guide her. You know how much she admires and looks up to her. Dr. Bishop said their bond is strong, and this will only help Eevie grow out of this phase faster. You're stressing too much over this, honey."

You heard your father let out a defeated sigh, his anxiety palpable from the other room.

"Perhaps you're right, dear..."

Clumsy.

"I'm probably over thinking it. She's the psychiatrist after all, not me..."

Clumsy.

"I just worry, I can't help it."

Clumsyyy.

You raised your finger to your lips, shushing harshly at the prodding voice, frustrated as you tried to continue listening to your parents.

There was silence once again coming from the living room. You waited for your parents conversation to continue and when it did not you peeked around the doorway to see your father standing right in front of you, his arms crossed.

"Now you know better than that," he said, displeased.

Clumsyyyy...

Your eyes suddenly shot open as you lay on your side with your hands tucked underneath your cheek. You instinctively brought a hand to your ear, your hair tucked neatly behind it. You then sat up groggily, realizing you were shivering from the cold night air and from your sleeping bag being slightly open.

You had been dreaming. Your mind recalling a night when you had just gotten back from school as a child, and walked in on a conversation your parents were having about your younger sister, Eevie. Your heart ached at the thought of her and you were thankful it was only just a dream.

You stretched your arms to the sky with a yawn before placing a hand down on the now empty area where Jake had been sleeping, the imprint of his body still pressed down into the material.

Probably summoned to trial.

The night was so very quiet and you felt the unusual need to look around you into the surrounding woods, the tree line almost appearing like a black wall. You felt you were not alone but ultimately brushed it up to there possibly being an animal near by, or the after-math of your dream.

Sighing, you laid yourself back down on your side before pulling the sleeping bag up to your shoulder and zipping it all the way up, your neck and head being the only part of your body exposed. Your mind drifted off to your last trial with The Ghostface. With Danny.

You closed your eyes as you replayed how he practically made out with your hand and wrist and how his eyes seemed to stare straight daggers into your soul. You were beyond confused with his behavior and how much you enjoyed it, though fearful of it all together.

Guilt had quietly been manifesting itself at the pit of your stomach from Danny letting you go. It was a feeling that threw you off guard. You knew your friends were always thankful for eachother when others escaped a trial, even if they did not themselves. But you knew by the way at which you escaped, the others wouldn't believe, yet understand.

Danny had let you go. That happened. You readjusted your head as you closed your eyes again before eventually falling into a dreamless sleep.

***

As your surroundings slowly spun into view you rubbed your eyes with your hands, immediately recognizing the realm you were in. It was the same realm from when you had first encountered The Ghostface. You lowered your head to see you were in a snug crop-top and floral skirt that flowed gracefully past your knees, sandals fitting your feet to perfection.

You sighed as you pulled on the sleeves of your cropped shirt, it feeling uncomfortably too close to your skin. It had been a long time since you had been summoned to a trial since your last, which you managed to escape.

The trial was quick but at the cost of half of the survivors ending up sacrificed. The Killer was a creature you had never seen before and you shuddered at the feeling of the blue wet liquid it would leave on your skin, causing you to be ill the entire time.

The Killer showed no mercy as was expected. Like all Killers, they had one goal. To wreak havoc. To cause pain. Except for one. You would often think about your last trial with The Ghostface in that bitter cold realm and it had sparked a small flame of hope inside of you. That perhaps other Killers would do the same. But they did not. You recalled how when you first arrived in The Fog, you would plead and beg Killers to spare you, it always falling on deaf ears.

Jake had tried to explain to you over and over that it would make no difference, and that it even sometimes made things worse. That many Killers enjoyed survivors pleads. Eventually though, you did stop your pleading. Realizing it fueled them and fed The Entity.

As you looked around the room you realized you were in the home that was forever stuck being for sale and releif washed over you, thankful to be in a realm you were familiar with. A lone generator waited to be brought to life not too far from a bed, it's wooden frame cracked with age. You eyed it warily with a mix of dread and hope, knowing generators were what allowed you to escape but also possibly being your demise.

You wondered briefly what other survivors were paired with you this trial, along with what Killer. As you knelt beside the generator and lifted your hands to its wires, your eyes lingered on your left hand, the faded burn marks patching your index finger and thumb.

The familiar ache from that terrible night threatened to pull you in, the sound of roaring fire poking at your ears. You closed your eyes while taking a deep breath before exhaling, bringing your entire focus on the generator before you.

As you began to bring the wires together, the generator stirred to life, you finding it's sound comforting.

"I never could figure out how they power the gates. But this is The Entity's playground, so I suppose it really doesnt matter." a quiet voice came from behind you.

Your body jolted involuntarily causing your fingers to slip, connecting the wrong ends of two wires. The generator exploded with an awful sound, sparks flying from its side.

You turned around awkwardly on your knees to find the Ghostface leaning leisurely against a window only a few feet away from you, his ankles crossed. Your heart lept at the sight of him, his mask removed and nowhere in sight. Your eyes lifted above his head to the long strands of his cloak that danced in the air behind him.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you...well maybe just a little. Please, continue. You look so peaceful when you work," Danny said, his hand thumbing the handle of his knife. You slowly rose to your feet with your hands holding on to the generator, it steadying you and you wondered how long he had actually been there.

Every cell in your body was screaming at you to run, but your legs felt like lead and you were frozen in place.

Danny scanned you with his dark eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

"Are you gonna run?" He asked with a hint of excitement.

You swallowed hard, your hands cramped from how tightly you gripped the generator.

I'd like to if my legs would work.

"I'd rather you didn't," he said quietly.

Danny then raised his knife out in front of him, it's tip pointing towards your exposed belly button. You watched as he lowered it's tip down to point at your feet, it held loosely in his hand.

"So they do go all the way down. I figured as much."

You readjusted your stance as you stood in his gaze, feeling suddenly exposed. You flicked your eyes to the side where another window was opened to a lower roof, gaging in your head if you'd have enough time to reach it before he stuck you with his knife.

Danny then sighed, shaking his head while lowering his hand to his side.

"I already told you I wouldn't hurt you. I thought that was clear the last time I saw you. Wasn't I clear?" He asked, slightly offended.

You opened your mouth hesitantly to speak, your voice getting caught in your throat.

"I...I don't know...," you stammered. Thrown off again by how casually he spoke to you.

Danny then pushed himself off from the window and began to walk towards you, causing you to squeeze the generator even more than you already were, your hands sweaty.

"What can I do to convince you, hm?" He asked, stopping arms length in front of you.

Somewhere far in the distance the sound of a generator rang throughout the street and you realized you had forgotten about the other survivors. Danny held your gaze, seemingly uncaring of the recently completed generator.

"I dont...I don't know...," you replied, your voice barely audible.

Danny scoffed before tilting his head slightly.

"What do you know?" His tone seemed to change then, bordering on sarcasm.

"Do you know anything?" He asked, taking a step closer to you.

You pushed your bum closer to the generator behind you, wetting your lips.

"Do you even remember your life before?" He asked while taking another step closer.

You mumbled words but they didn't make sense, your heart racing and blood rushing to your neck and face.

"Do you even know what happened to you?" He scanned you up and down once, and the way in which he spoke to you was demeaning.

A strange mix of anger and hurt twisted their way into your chest, replacing your fear.

"How you even got those marks?" Danny was inches in front of you now, his eyes seeming to stare through you.

Tears began to fill your eyes as you stared back at him, your lips pressed together in a pout and your chin trembling.

Stop talking. Stop talking!

"Or are you thoughtless, like all the rest of them...?" Dannys words were particularly bitter here and he watched as a singular tear made its way down your cheek.

You then felt your hand flying in front of you and watched as your palm connected with the side of his face, Dannys head turning to the side abruptly, the sound bouncing off of the four walls in the small bedroom. You had slapped him and based on the sound that escaped your mouth, one would have guessed it was you who was hit in the face.

You brought a trembling hand to your mouth as you watched Danny slowly turn to face you again, lifting his gloved fingers to his cheek. His eyes met your own and you saw a darkness like never before flash through them, the corners of his lips rising. You looked at him mortified, knowing you would die by his hand right where you stood, no sacrificing needed.

Your breath was shaky and you clenched your eyes shut, waiting for the worst. Danny then mumbled and you squinted your eyes open to look at him, his hand lowered to his side.

"W...what?" You managed to ask.

"Again," Danny muttered, his eyes piercing as they burrowed into your own.

You blinked furiously, your cheeks still wet from tears.

"I...I ca-," you began to protest but Danny cut you off.

"Do you want your friends to leave unharmed tonight? You will hit me again if you do," he said so matter of factly and you knew then, that you would.

You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat as you raised your trembling hand in the air, you both holding eye contact. You willed your mind to recall how Danny had killed Felix. How he drew out his pain. Your hand came swinging in front of you with as much strength as you could possibly muster, your palm connecting with the same side of Dannys face and part of his lip.

Danny grunted as his head snapped to the side again, his hair falling in front of his brow. Another generator went off nearby this time and you winced as the pain radiating from your palm made its way to your wrist. You rubbed it with your free hand as you pressed it against your chest.

Danny let out a quiet breathy laugh as he turned to face you again, bringing a pinky to his lip before pulling it away to see blood glistening on his black glove. You yelped as he suddenly reached both hands behind you to rest on the generator, you being in between his arms.

You made panicked sounds as he pressed his forhead against your own, closing his eyes. He smelled of earth and a subtle hint of warm cinnamon. Unlike your last encounter, where all you could smell was the harsh metallic fragrance of blood.

"Let me prove it to you...," he whispered.

Your heart felt as though it was skipping over itself, fear combined with excitement fueling it's beats.

Danny then slid his temple down the side of your face and to your jaw while inhaling your scent, like a domestic cat who hadn't seen its owner for some time. He angled his head to where his mouth nuzzled the side of your neck and you found yourself raising your chin to the ceiling, allowing him to kiss gently. Your hands were still folded awkwardly between both of you and you pulled them out to reach for his shoulders.

Danny waisted no time pressing his body against your own as if he was trying to fuse himself with you, pushing you harder against the generator and completely invading your space. He continued to plant multiple kisses on the side of your neck and your jaw them slowly becoming more aggressive.

"I'll eat you alive, if you let me," he said near your ear, sending shivers down your side.

Your lips parted as he kissed your earlobe and you knew he was waiting for you to give him the green light. You furrowed your eyebrows in pleasure as he returned his noisy kissing to your neck, making his way to your throat.

"I- I can't. Please, what are you doing...," you said with your eyes closed, feeling ashamed and guilt ridden.

"Isint it obvious?" Danny spoke against your skin, his voice muffled. "I know you feel the same."

You squeezed his shoulders as your head gradually fell back more, your throat completely exposed giving him more surface area. Danny was quick to cover the left side of your neck with more kisses, his tongue dragging over the small patches of burn marks.

"Let me...," Danny mumbled before suddenly stopping and lifting off of you, leaning back slightly as he still held on to the generator behind you.

You lowered your head to meet his stare, blushing fiercely from the feral look in his eyes. He gazed down at you as his eyelashes cast a shadow, his breathing more sporadic.

You couldn't do this. As much as your body wanted to. As much as you wanted to. It was beyond wrong and you began to shake your head.

"You're a Kill-"

You were cut short as Danny then leaned in and kissed you greedily. You moaned softly as he pushed his tongue in between your lips, saliva trailing when you both parted for air. He no longer let you get a singular breath before planting his lips on your own again.

The sound of your kissing was loud and you felt Danny push his his pelvis into yours, it being very clear he was aroused. Thoughts of Jake flooded your mind only briefly before you moaned again, your pussy doing flips.

You knew you wouldn't be able to fight him much longer as he pulled gently on your lower lip with his teeth, his eyes closed.

"Let me...," he said again and you felt yourself nodding perfusivly, your neck and face hot. Danny then aggressively pulled you off of the generator and hoisted you over his shoulder and panic surged through your body, fearing you had been duped and would be thrown against a hook.

You bunched his cloak in your fists as you were slung over his shoulder, his hands gripping your exposed thighs. You yelped as you felt yourself being thrown down on the bed that was parallel against the wall, your hair spilling over the other end and your feet pressed flat against the mattress, your knees bent pointing towards the ceiling.

Dannys eyes lingered on your chest as you heaved, your lower abdomen completely exposed. You watched as his eyes trail down to your skirt where it folded between your thighs and you gulped as a grin broke his face.

He still held his knife in his hand and he flexed his fingers around it's handle. He stood over you observing you for a few more seconds before grabbing your ankles and yanking you down farther on the bed so that your legs dangled over its edge, bending at the knees.

You involuntarily screamed from the sudden movement before covering your mouth prompting him to eye you mischievously. Danny cocked an eyebrow, his head tilting to its side.

"Keep that up and you'll be discovered," he said quietly and you pressed your hand even harder against your lips.

Dannys expression then softened as he watched you struggle to regulate your breathing and you immediately felt the familiar unusual draining feeling of his marking before it ultimately settled on making you more calm and relaxed.

You wanted then to so badly ask him about it and how he was able to make others feel differently, but refrained from doing so. When Danny saw you were more visibly relaxed he then began to lower himself on top of you, his hands pressed flat against the mattress with your head between them, you being painfully aware how close his knife was to your ear.

"Not sure who or if you belong to anyone else and I really don't care. You're mine right now," he said as he looked down at you possessively. You tried to respond but again struggled to find the words, your eyebrows raised.

Danny laughed deviously as he observed your shock, his eyes heavily lidded and full of lust.

"That's alright, you dont have to speak. I just want to hear you sing..."

Chapter 6

Summary:

Danny helps you hit some high notes and you find out a survivor wants to speak to you about the trial.

You both held eachothers gaze as Danny hovered over you, neither of you in any rush to move. Time seemed to slow and you felt he was studying you, wondering who you actually are.

Danny abruptly lifted up to stand fully, his knees leaning against the edge of the bed, in between your own. You watched him reach over and place his knife down on the mattress near the right side of your head before removing his gloves with his teeth, tossing them to the side. You remained still as you lie on your back with your hands resting on your chest, staring up at him with bedroom eyes.

Your cheeks were still very pink and though his mark helped calm you, you couldn't hide nor deny the anticipation that had truthfully been building up since you saw him the first time. All you could think was how badly you wanted his hands on you and for the moment, uncaring that he was a Killer. Danny smirked as if he could read your thoughts, his lips a deep red.

"Cant wait to hear what you sound like...," he said and reached for your hands, bringing them up and above your head, holding them down.

"Let's see how long you can keep them there," it seeming more like a challenge than a statement. You stared at him with wide eyes as you nodded, a wave of heat rushing down to your crotch, you shifting slightly. Danny hummed deep within his throat, pleased.

Dannys hands then slid down your arms and to the side of your upper ribcage, gripping you somewhat tightly, his thumbs under your breast's. Your cropped shirt twisted underneath his grasp and you wanted so badly to take it off.

Danny lowered his head to your own, placing his lips on yours as he smiled against them, his pelvis pressed in between your thighs. He then slid his hands farther down your sides where your skin was exposed, his skin soft against your own.

Danny kissed down to where your neck and chest met before trailing down your sternum, lapping lazily with his tongue between your breast's. Your lips parted slightly for a sharp inhale, surprised by how sensitive the area was.

He eyed you playfully through his eyelashes before biting on the top of your shirt, pulling on it teasingly. You bit the bottom of your lip and adjusted your arms above you, them losing feeling only a bit. A third generator went off but neither of you seemed to notice or care.

You were half expecting him at any moment to remove your shirt completely but instead he continued to slide his hands down past your waist while keeping his chest flush against you, settling on your hips.

He was getting harder to see the lower he got and you strained your neck to keep him in your sights, a fresh wave of anticipation flooding your chest. Danny then lifted off of you while holding your hips, settling in a wide stance.

You noticed his cloak seemed to let off a similar shadowy like mist that you saw previously but the straps were no longer defying gravity. You then desired to see him without it, wondering when he would be taking it off.

Danny then tucked his index fingers past the top of your floral skirt, careful not to go under your panties. He hooked his fingers and held them there for a moment, his eyes meeting yours.

"I've watched you sleep, you know. You talk a lot, muttering certain names over and over. None of them mine, unfortunately...," he spoke quietly and it was difficult to read him.

You looked at him with a confused expression, wondering how he was even able to do so.

Danny lowered his eyes to your skirt, his face void of emotion as he began to slide it down your legs past your thighs and to your ankles.

"I envy you survivors and your sleep. Your ability to forget, even for a moment."

You yelped as Danny then yanked your skirt off from your ankles in one swift movement, your sandals falling to the floor. You gasped, and he flashed his teeth with a sinister smile from your reaction. He stood at the end of the bed with his legs between your knees and let out a carefree sigh as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Feet flat on the bed, Clumsy," he commanded, his eyes looking completely black from the distance.

You hesitantly lifted your feet onto the bed so that your knees were pointing to the ceiling once again, them touching.

"Oh, you listen so well. No wonder you're a favorite amongst the others...," Danny said, his tone spiked with jealousy.

You eyed him above your knees and watched as he gingerly placed his hands on top of them, sliding them down to your thighs, taking his time. He wrapped his fingers around your thighs and pulled, forcing your bum to drag closer to the end of the bed, your toes poking over it's edge. Your hair was sprawled messily all around at this point, your arms still remaining over your head gracefully.

Danny then slid his hands back up to your knees, pulling your legs apart while simultaneously lowering himself between your thighs again, making sure to press his crotch against your pussy, your panties it's only protection.

The palms of his hands were flat against the bed on either side of you and you swallowed before wetting your lips, shocked at how sensitive you were from the friction. Danny eyed you down his nose as he thrusted against you harder, a smug smile settling on his lips.

You knitted your eyebrows together, gasping as you spread your knees out farther, feeling his hard-on even through his pants and cloak.

Jesus...

Danny dry humped you again, your body jolting from the force and you thrust your hips up, urging him to continue. Your expression turned from anticipatory to extremely needy, Danny laughing in the back of his throat. Your pussy was screaming to be touched and when he didn't thrust again you went to reach for it, bringing a hand down.

Danny was quick to take a hold of your wrist, bringing it back up and over your head.

"Ah, ah, ah. You would go and spoil all the fun so soon?" He shook his head, grinning.

You squirmed under him, wishing he would move faster. A thin film of sweat had formed on your forehead, strands of your hair matted against it. Your cheeks were flush and you were beyond aroused, unable to remember the last time you actually were. Dannys smile slowly faded as he observed you, his eyes full of hunger.

"Arent you just a sight for sore eyes..," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "You look so fucking edible. Tell me, have you ever been consumed?" He asked, a smile returning to his face.

You were unsure of what he was even asking let alone how to respond. You shook your head back and forth slowly, blinking up at him innocently. Danny let out a wicked, harty laugh that reverberated throughout the bed and you smiled nervously in response. You watched with trepidation as he then reached for his knife at the side of your head, holding it loosly in his hand.

Danny let out one more laugh before lowering his face down to your belly button and kissed passionately. His kissing trailed down to the very lower part of your abdomen and you let out a sound similar to a giggle before biting your lower lip. He dragged his tongue along your left v-line and you involuntarily squirmed, the area being extremely sensitive and full of nerves.

Danny was kneeling on the floor now and he continued to lap and lick the sensitive portion of your lower abdomen, you occasionally yelping from how ticklish it was.

He then gripped your thighs again, you feeling the cold steel of his blade as he held it in his hand. You began to panic as you strained your neck to look down at him in the middle of your legs, your eyes darting to his knife. He could feel your tension through his grip, your eyes wide with worry.

"Hey, you're okay. Eyes on me, yea?" He said, bringing your attention to himself once again. "Relax."

Your eyes met his own briefly before you nodded, allowing your head to fall back down on the bed, your gaze to the ceiling. You were reminded that he was a Killer, it sending a wave of anxiety through your body. A fourth generator went off uncomfortablely close and you could only hope no one would seek the one in the bedroom.

Danny watched you as he pressed the side of his face against your inner thigh, taking his time as he dragged his cheek up before turning his head to place his lips on your skin. He sloppily incorporated his tongue as he kissed, his fingers digging deeper into the meat of your thighs.

A quiet muffled moan clung to your throat when Danny began to suck different areas on your thigh, leaving small patches of pink and purple on your skin. You whimpered as you felt a mix of pain and pleasure when Danny suddenly sank his teeth into your flesh, not enough to break the skin.

His breath was hot against your skin, his breathing shaky, and you felt he was trying to control himself. Danny suddenly stilled and you peeked down to look at him, realizing he was staring at one of your burn marks.

"What happened to you?" He whispered.

Please, not now.

You were getting more and more aroused, finding it hard to think at all. Your pussy was far past begging to be touched at this point and you could feel your hand wanting to reach for it once again.

Danny let out a sigh when you didnt respond, clearly disappointed by your silence, but he was quick to return to his exploration of you. With one last lustful kiss, Danny lifted his mouth from your thigh, bringing his knife to your panties.

You clenched your eyes shut as you felt him slip his blade underneath your panties, its fragile lace giving in quickly as he cut them across on both sides. When he had cut them clean off, he tossed them behind him carelessly.

You peeked your eyes open to see him place his knife back down on the bed, next to your waist. You licked your lips in anticipation and gasped as he dragged the tips of his index and middle fingers vertically across your pussy bringing it up to his eye level. You were so very wet and blushed, feeling extremely vulnerable and exposed.

You heard him laugh quietly to himself before speaking.

"I like you too, clumsy girl. Now try and stay still for me."

You went to cry out in pleasure as you felt Danny place his lips on your clitoris, your hands flying down to cover your mouth. You moaned against the palm of your hand, Danny allowing you to catch your breath when he lifted slightly, the heat of his breath caressing the sensitive area. Danny squeezed your thighs with his hands before returning his lips to your clit, kissing it softly.

With your breath quickening in pace, hot pleasure surged from your clit, making its way down to your thighs. You began to mewl quietly as he sucked gently, you placing the side of your index finger between your teeth to try and stifle your sounds.

Danny then began working in his tongue and your back arched violently, you letting out an obscene moan, convinced the entire realm had just heard you. He was quick to hold you down, preventing you from flying off the bed entirely. Danny was careful to switch up his pace from slow to fast, being mindful to how your body was reacting and you knew this was not his first time.

Your hips thrust upwards and Danny pinned them back down on the bed harshly, his tongue applying more pressure to your clit. The pleasure was building and being unable to control your hands, they flew down to his head taking a hold of his hair, pulling.

Danny let out a low growl as you pulled on his hair harder, his grip on your thighs a vice. Your eyebrows furrowed and you began to speak incoherently, crying out to a god you didn't believe in. Your babbling increased as Danny picked up his pace, your face even more flush than before.

"Oh god...please...please, Danny..., " You whispered, your knuckles white from your death grip in his hair.

Your orgasm was close and the radiating pleasure had made its way down past your knees. Danny was relentless now, understanding you were on verge of climax and you rolled your head back and forth, your hair clinging messily in front of your face. Your eyes were shut and your lips were parted greatly, gasping for air as your orgasm was on the cusp.

"Dah...Danny, dont...s...stop..." you managed to say between breaths, your body trembling now.

The final generator went off right before your orgasm came and the hot wave of pleasure flooded your entire body making its way to the top of your head and the tips of your toes.

Danny swiftly got up from his knees and slid himself up on top of you, your thighs squeezing against his waist as you thrust your hips upwards against him. You squeezed the old and worn sheet of the bed with both hands while letting out multiple filthy and high pitched moans that gradually quieted, Danny watching you as you did.

Your moans turned into steady and deep breaths and you slowly began to open your eyes, your vision slightly blurred. As your eyes gradually focused on Danny you saw that he looked almost intoxicated as he hovered over you, his eyes barely open while enjoying observing you come down from your orgasm.

He then looked at you as if you were caught prey, his expression almost scaring you as his pupils covered his ireses completely. You found yourself getting lost in his eyes and a faint alarm was going off in your head, but you were too far gone to pay it any mind.

Danny then abruptly lowered himself to kiss you possessively, his lips locking with your own, long and hard. The kiss was wet and you both moaned quietly in your throats while breathing heavily through your noses and you reached up to grab his cloak in your hands to steady yourself from his sheer aggressiveness. His energy seemed to be neverending as you continue to make out and he finally pulled away, his lips sticking to yours.

As he lifted off of you, you found you were exhausted, your body left buzzing. Danny pushed your damp hair away from your forehead with his fingers as he eyed you curiously, his expression much softer now. You frowned when he suddenly lifted off of you completely to stand to his full height, wanting the weight of his body back on your own.

Danny then cleared his throat as he wiped the corners of his mouth with his thumb. He reached for his knife on the bed before flipping it in the air once, squeezing the tip of its blade with his fingers.

"I don't want to harm you. Have I convinced you?" He asked, while he rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, his hair disheveled from your pulling.

You smiled through a breath while nodding as you lifted up to sit on the bed, reaching for your skirt on the floor and slipping it back on.

"Yes...," you said, your eyes meeting his own.

Danny crossed his arms, a smile stretching across his face.

"It sounds good when you say it, I knew it would," he said.

You stood to your feet to face him, your legs wobbly.

"What?" You asked, confused.

"My name...," he said smugly.

Your eyes fell to the floor while you bit your lip, embarrassed.

"When will I know yours? When will I know about your past?" He asked, raising his knife to your cheek, pressing the flat side of its cold steel blade against your hot skin. You didn't flinch as you stare into his eyes, not fully registering everything that just happened.

"Why do you want to know so badly?" Your voice quiet and worn from your previous moaning.

Danny slid his blade down the side of your face, carefully dragging it's tip down your jawline and to your chin before bringing it down to his side.

"Because you're different," he replied, his eyes lingering on the faded burn marks on your neck.

You blinked a few times, unsure how you felt by him saying that. It giving you mixed emotions.

"You should go. Can't imagine what you'll tell them you were doing this entire time. You look a mess...," he said with a sly smile.

You frantically patted your hair down and adjusted your skirt and shirt, realizing you hadn't even seen any other survivor. Realizing now that you would indeed need to come up with something to tell them when they saw you.

Danny stared at your carefully, his eyes narrowed. It dawned on you that you didn't want to leave, something you never thought you'd believe would happen to you in a trial.

"You have to go, Clumsy."

You swallowed hard as you turned around and walked to the doorway, stopping when you reached it. You stood for a moment and turned your head to look at The Ghostface again, but he was no longer there. Your eyes widened in shock, finding yourself amazed at how quiet he was. You then sprinted down the stairs of the house and into the street, your feet slapping noisily on the cement as you ran towards the gate.

As you approached you saw Dwight, Bill and Jane all standing in its entrance with concerned looks.

"Jesus, what happened to you! Are you alright, kid?" Bill asked as he gawked at your messy hair, his mouth agape.

You went to speak but was cut off from Dwight.

"Where are your shoes?" Dwight asked, his face worried.

"Can we do this after we escape! Please!?" Jane shouted, her scanning the street with fear. "Just because we hadn't seen the Killer once doesn't mean we're safe. We all know this, let's go!"

Jane and Dwight reached for your arms, and all four of you walked past the gates threshold.

***

You stared at the large pile of hay behind Claudette as she searched the shelves lined with toolboxes, her meticulously searching each box.

"I know theres got to be a bad one here somewhere," she said before letting out an excited exclamation, her turning to you with a badly damaged screwdriver in her hand.

"This will do! Starting your training with the worst tools is ideal." She said, handing it out for you to take.

You stood frozen in place, your eyes distant, your mind somewhere else completely.

Claudette frowned as she watched you, her letting out a tired sigh.

"Listen, I know you're nervous to learn dismantling but you will do great. You know Jake is the expert in this, he'll show you everything you need in order to excel."

Your eyes remained fixed on the pile of hay, Claudettes voice seeming far away.

Claudettes expression then turned deeply concerned as she stepped closer towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey. Hey are you okay?" She shook your shoulder and your eyes snapped to her own, your mouth agape.

"Oh. Oh, I'm fine. Yes...yes, dismantling. I'm ready," you said, nodding once.

Claudette eyed you unconvinced but reluctantly handed you the screw driver again, you taking its handle.

"You'll do fine. Let's go meet Jake in the training clearing."

You smiled faintly as you both began to walk out of the shed, bumping into Jane who had been entering.

"Claud! I need to speak with you!" She shouted, her hands on her hips.

"Jane, is everything alright?" Claudette replied, her cheeks turning red with worry.

"Things could be better...What would make things better, you ask?" Jane smiled mischievously.

Claudettes expression went flat and she shot a side glance at you. "What is it, Jane?"

"Those berries you were talking about. Do you have them?" Jane gazed at Claudette with round hopeful eyes.

You shook your head, laughing quietly to yourself.

"I haven't finished testing to see if they are safe to eat, I promise you will be the first to know when I do," Claudette said.

Jane pouted briefly before shrugging. "Aww. Alright."

Jane then turned to you, her shifting in her stance.

"I almost forgot. Bill wants to speak with you when you get a chance, I think it has to do with last trial. Dwight and I were fine skipping the meet up to talk about it. We all escaped! What's there to talk about?" She shrugged and smiled sheepishly before turning on her heels, heading back to the campfire.

Claudette shook her head as she adjusted her glasses, slightly annoyed.

"I swear that woman has got to work on her approach. I thought something was horribly wrong."

You and Claudette began walking on the trail that led to a large clearing where survivors would practice and work on their skills. Where you were taught first aid and discovered you did well with it. Many survivors would exchange knowledge here and different tactics at beating Killers and learning their abilities.

You wondered what Bill wanted to speak with you about, dread bubbling at the pit of your stomach. You had been unable to rid the thoughts of your last trial with Danny. The filth replaying itself over and over in your head, constantly making the back of your neck hot.

"Hey." Claudettes voice pulling you from your thoughts.

You turned to her as you both continued down the trail, tiny rocks crunching under your feet.

"You'd tell me if something was wrong, right? I'm here for you. We all are," she said, her smile warm.

You returned her smile with tired eyes. You were so thankful for the survivors who you had grown close with. People who were not only friends but dare say family.

"I know, Claud. Thank you." You reached out your hand to touch her arm in assurance and looked forward to seeing Jake.

Chapter 7

Summary:

Jake trains you in dismantling, and you struggle keeping Danny out of your head.

Bill expresses his concern, and Claudette reveals harbored feelings.

As you and Claudette reached the large clearing, you scanned the area with your eyes. It had been a long time since you had been back to the training grounds. Far in the distance, you saw a group of survivors practicing with flashlights. They aimed them at specific targets resembling Killers who were crudely painted on the trunks of some trees.

To your right a few others were strength training, specifically army crawling while another survivor observed them. You watched as they crawled on their stomachs, their faces tired and gaunt. A smaller group of three sat around a large picnic table having a heated discussion, of what exactly, you couldn't make out.

"Ah, there he is," Claudette said, pointing towards the center of the clearing.

You turned your head to look in the direction she was pointing and there, crouched below a battered makeshift hook, was Jake. His back was towards you both as you approached him, cursing under his breath. Jake grunted as he held a piece of scrap metal against the hooks base while tightening a loose nail with his free hand.

"Hey, Jake," you said with a smile.

Jake whipped his head to the side to eye you and Claudette, standing to his feet and wiping the palms of his hands on his cargo pants, facing you fully.

"Hey guys, glad to see you. This hook is giving me some serious trouble." Jake rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he turned his head to stare at the hooks base.

"The metal seems to be falling apart at an alarming rate, as if it's aged decades over night. I still don't understand time here...," he said while turning back to face you and Claudette.

Claudette lowered her head to look at the base of the hook and the metal, her eyes narrowing as she analyzed it.

"The Entity has been known to manipulate things in these woods. It's way of making us feel like we're losing our minds, no doubt. I wouldn't be surprised if It also controlled time for individual objects or even worse, people." Claudette lifted a hand to her collar, adjusting it.

Jake let out a defeated sigh, throwing his hands up in the air. "Well, we will have to set you up on a different hook, one that isint literally disintegrating."

He turned to face you, half smiling. "Are you ready? We will only practice a bit, shouldn't be too long."

You nodded as you turned the screwdriver in your hand, following Jake and Claudette to a different hook. As you approached it, you couldn't help but admire it, though it represented something awful. It was almost an exact replica of the ones in trial, you being amazed at Jake's craftsmanship. How he was able to put it together with scrap pieces of metal, wood, plastic and anything else he could find scattered across the neverending woods.

Claudette folded her hands in front of her, turning to face you and Jake, her glasses catching the reflection of the moonlight.

"Do you need me to stay to keep time?" She asked Jake.

Jake shook his head, his hands in his pockets. "I think I should be good, thanks Claud."

Claudette gave one last glance at you and Jake before nodding and turned to head for a different trail than the one you and her came from.

Jake then turned to you, his expression uneasy.

"Hey, I'm sorry about the other night. It's been on my mind."

You shrugged while smiling sheepishly, trying to appear nonchalant.

"Jake, it's alright. You don't have to explain to me."

Jake shook his head in disagreement as he reached a hand to the back of his neck.

"No. No I do. I like you too, more than friends. I always felt that in a place like this...this hell...that affection would be impossible. But you've taught me over time that just simply isint the case. That we deserve love, even here."

You stared at him with wide eyes, your chest warm from his kind words.

Jake smiled playfully, his foot kicking at the dirt below.

"I hope you'll let me make it up to you...," he said with a smirk.

You lowered your gaze to the floor while letting out a giggle.

"Well now I have to, my curiosity is piqued," you said and you both laughed, shaking your heads.

Jake then rolled the sleeves of his tattered white shirt up to his elbows before clasping his hands together. "Let's make you a dismantling menace!"

***

You bent over in laughter as you held your stomach, tears gathering in your eyes.

"See, you laugh but I truly thought he was going to kill me where I stood. I've never seen someone turn so red," Jake said before taking a bite of an apple as you both leaned back against a fallen tree. Everyone had left the clearing to return to their camps or sleeping quarters, leaving you and Jake alone.

You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, your stomach cramped from your laughter. When you gathered yourself, you turned to face Jake.

"Where did you end up hiding his lighter!?" You asked, your eyes searching his.

Jake took another bite of his apple before tossing the core to the floor, holding a finger up as he chewed.

"I never touched the man's lighter, it was in his pocket the entire time. Bill may be one of the oldest and most knowledgeable here, but he can be gullible as fuck," he said, shaking his head smiling.

You both chuckled, your hands rubbing your arms from a gust of cold wind.

"The old man is probably so sick of my pranks. But I like to think it helps keep him on his feet," Jake said, winking.

You nodded in agreement with a toothy grin as you raised your head to the starry night sky, realizing you were quite sleepy.

Jake turned to look at you then, reaching his hand out to your own.

"You did really good with the hooks, no surprise there. Just remember to relax when you have the screwdriver lodged in the base, to feel for its tiny switch. I know it's easier said than done when you don't have a deranged blood thirsty monster stomping towards you."

You turned to face him, your eyes meeting his warm gaze.

"Thanks, I will. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. But like you said, I'm not sure how well I will do when I'm panicking."

Jake squeezed your hand as he gave an assuring smile.

"We will practice more, don't be afraid to make mistakes, they will happen. Remember, they only make us better."

You both smiled as you held eachothers hand, Jake's eyes trailing down to your lips. You gazed at him through your eyelashes, your cheeks feeling warm as he scooted closer to you, placing his arm behind you on the fallen tree. Your heart fluttered as he leaned in to kiss you, you both closing your eyes. His lips were light on your own, careful not to press too hard. You furrowed your brow as you leaned into his kiss, wanting more.

Jake placed a hand on the side of your arm, his skin feeling slightly rough against your own. You placed a hand on his chest, sliding it up to his collar bone.

"You look so fucking edible," you heard him say, and you pulled away slightly to look into his eyes.

"You okay?" Jake whispered, his eyebrows knitting together.

"What did you say?" You asked.

Jake stared at you confused and you knew you were gravely mistaken.

"Oh, nevermind...," you said before leaning in to kiss him again, your bodies getting closer.

Your hand tugged on his shirt pulling him in and Jake's hand found it's way to your lower back, holding you gently. You clenched your eyes shut as flashes of yours and Dannys time together on the bed suddenly appeared in your mind.

You gripped Jake's shirt with both hands now, wanting him to kiss you harder. Jake began to kiss down to your jawline settling on your neck and you lifted your chin slightly, your eyes remaining clenched as you tried to rid the thoughts of Danny from your mind. You longed for the way at which he claimed your space, wild and messy. Jake was careful as he kissed the side of your neck and a frustrated whine unknowingly came from your mouth.

Thoughts of Danny continued to flood your brain mercilessly. How he invaded your space leaving the faint smell of dirt and cinnamon lingering on your skin. How he seemed to know your thoughts and what you wanted before even you did. How your body reacted so well to his touch as if it had a mind of its own, knowing at any moment he could kill or sacrifice you if he wanted to.

You realized then that you found Dannys element of danger terribly attractive. The very thing that made him The Ghostface. Unwilling to fully accept this, you continued to try and purge Danny from your thoughts. Tried to bring yourself to the present and special moment you were sharing with Jake.

You then let out a soft moan as you recalled the way Danny seemed to devour you before biting your lower lip.

"Danny...," you murmured and Jake froze abruptly.

You peeked your eyes open, wondering why Jake had stopped his kissing.

"Whats wrong?" You whispered.

Jake lifted his head up which prompted you to lower your own, your eyes meeting eachothers.

Jake blinked furiously, his face troubled.

"Danny? Whose Danny?" He asked, his hand still placed on your lower back.

Your heart then dropped to your stomach as you realized you must have spoken out loud. Mortified, you pulled away, folding your hands in your lap.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry," you said quietly, cursing yourself internally.

Jake stared at you with concern, but continued to wait expectantly for an answer.

Guilt flooded your chest as you went to speak, unable to hold Jake's stare.

"He was my partner, before I was taken," you said, your eyes fixed on the flat dirt below.

Jake cleared his throat as he shoved his hands in his front pockets, visibly upset.

"Oh. You never mentioned him before, Im...I'm sorry," he said, frowning.

You turned to face him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"No, I'm sorry. I just didn't see the point in talking about him, it would have made it harder for me to accept me being here."

Jake turned to face slightly away from you as he tapped his foot on the dirt nervously.

"Its clear he's still on your mind. Let's revisit this at a later time, I'm actually pretty tired." Jake turned to face you and smiled faintly as he took your hand in his own when he saw your concern.

"Its okay, don't apologize. I'll see you back at the campfire?" He asked, hinting that he'd like to walk back alone.

You swallowed, feeling horrible.

"Yes, see you there," you said before releasing Jake's hand.

Jake then lifted off from the fallen tree and began to head to the trail that led back to the main campfire. You watched him with a frown as he disappeared into the tree line, you left alone in the large clearing.

"Shit...," you whispered, closing your eyes.

You slid your back down the tree to sit on your bum, your legs folded under you. Resting the back of your head against the trees harsh bark, you recalled your life before. The truth was, was that your partner was someone not worth remembering. They were often too busy with their work, prioritizing their friends over yourself. You had eventually ended the relationship and was taken to The Fog not too long after.

You groaned, frustrated at yourself for speaking Dannys name out loud. Frustrated that even now, his eyes and the way that he looked at you was all that you could think about.

I have to distract myself.

It was then that you remembered Jane had mentioned Bill wanted to speak with you. You waited a few more minutes for Jake to get a solid head start before you rose to your feet, taking off in a light jog to head back to the campfire.

After reaching the camp you looked briefly for any sign of Jake, realizing he wasnt there. Farther in, closer to the campfire you saw Claudette and Jane engaged in conversation as they sat comfortably on a log, them raising their heads to greet you as you approached.

"Hey, have you guys seen Bill?" You asked, slightly out of breath.

Jane lifted a hand to point towards the shed. "He's behind the shed, preparing some land for seeds that Claud would like to plant."

You raised your eyebrows as you turned to Claudette, who held a small wooden bowl of berries in her hand.

"Not seeds. We're going to attempt to move the bushes closer to us. These berries are indeed safe to eat and not too bad on the pallet, if I do say so myself." Claudette smiled wide, her eyes closing.

She reached the bowl out for you to take one and you did, popping it into your mouth. It stung your jaw as the juices flowed passed your tongue, it being more bitter than you wanted.

"Not bad," you said, your lips stained.

"Oh! How did the dismantling go?" Claudette asked, her handing the bowl of berries to Jane.

"It went well, I think Im gettting the hang of it," you replied.

"Fantastic, I knew you'd catch on quick. This one has been procrastinating dismantling...," Claudette said disappointed , pointing a thumb in Janes direction.

"Hey I'll get to it...eventually...," Jane said threw her chewing.

You laughed, glancing towards the shed.

"I'll be back," you said, before turning and walking briskly to the back of the withered wooden structure, where you found Bill cutting the grass skillfully with a long hand scythe.

Bill lifted his head as you approached, leaning heavily on the rusted tool.

"Hey, kid. How was training with Jake?" He asked, gingerly reaching in his back pocket for his lighter, lighting his cigarette. You watched as he took a long drag, his eyes closing in ecstasy.

"It was good, I'm getting the hang of it. Just worried about panicking in trials," you said, shoving your hands in your back pockets.

Bill exhaled a large plume of smoke, it rising above his head.

"Ah, yeah. You're gonna mess up, kid. I'm telling you now. It's just how it goes. Don't beat yourself up over it though, this is how we learn, yeah?"

You sighed, knowing he was right. "Yeah, unfortunately."

There was a moment where Bill watched you inquisitively while taking a couple more drags from his cigarette, his eyes narrowing.

"Listen, about last trial. What happened to you? None of us had seen you and when you showed up to the gate looking like...well like you were attacked, it threw us for a loop. I've been doing this a long time and even I was perplexed. I understand sometimes we get scared and want to hide depending on the Killer, but that's the thing. We never even saw the Killer."

You blinked as you stare at Bill, wishing you had been more prepared with an answer. A lie.

"To be honest, it's embarrassing...," you said, Bill's eyebrows raising, the lines in his forehead creasing.

"Ain't nothing you could tell me that I probably haven't done myself, kiddo," he said.

You suddenly choked back a laugh, clearing your throat.

Oh, I highly doubt that.

"Well, I fell down the stairs in one of the houses and must have hit my head pretty good. I remember waking up on the floor from the sounds of the gate," you shrugged.

"Oh shit, can't believe none of us didn't find you all that time. Well I'm just glad you made it out. An escape is an escape. If you think that's embarrassing you should hear some of my stories. Hell, even David has some pretty good ones." Bill laughed before coughing violently.

There was a brief moment of silence before Bill's face turned serious and he spoke in hushed tones, as if he felt someone may be listening.

"I'll tell ya something though. I've been noticing Killers going what we call 'silent' in trials more and more lately. As if hunting and killing us has lost their interest. Can you fuck'n imagine? It makes me wonder if they're up to something else. If The Entity is brewing other plans..." Bill stared off into nothingness with wide eyes before taking one last long drag on his cigarette, flicking it off to the side.

He then brought his eyes to yours before having another coughing fit, waving his hand in the air dismissively.

"Ah, I'm sorry. Ignore me. I've been here too damn long." Bill smiled before leaning off of the scythe, getting back into position to cut the grass.

"Can you let Claud know I'll have this here patch ready soon for her little bushes. Gone are the days when us survivors did just fine without even a lick of water. Now we want berries...."

You smiled faintly as you watched Bill get back to cutting the grass and turned to head back to the campfire where only Claudette remained. She smiled at you as you took a seat next to her on the log, you both turning to face the fire.

"Everything ok?" She asked.

"Yeah. Bill wanted to let you know he's almost done, by the way."

Claudette laughed as she leaned back on her hands.

"Not without complaining about the berries though, I'm sure," she said.

You snickered, nodding your head.

There was a long stretch of time as you both gazed into the fire, it's embers floating high into the air above. The sensation of sleep familiarized itself with your body, and you yawned while blinking groggily.

"Its amazing you know," Claudette said suddenly.

You turned to face her with an eyebrow raised, her eyes fixed ahead.

"Your marks. I know you really don't like talking about them and one day I hope to know your story, but it truly is a wonder how you have them here. It's never happened before. So many of us, including myself had ailments and scars in our previous life, I mean for God's sake Bill had a missing leg!" Claudette then turned to face you, her eyes filled with regret.

"I miss the imperfections that I gained throughout my life.You remind me that we were once human. That we did have a life with meaning, our own story, as much as that Creature wants us to forget it," she said bitterly.

"But Claud, we are still human," you said.

Claudette turned to face away from you frowning, her jaw clenched, and you saw she was on the verge of tears.

"We are not human...what human heals from a stab wound within moments. What human doesn't need to eat or drink. We dont even dress ourselves. We may have beating hearts, bleed and lungs that breathe but it feels wrong, like a sick joke. I'm surprised we are even able to sleep...We are like toys stuck in limbo, nothing but entertainment for that Demon."

You watched as a tear rolled down her cheek before her shoulders began to shake and you placed your hand on top of her own.

"Oh, Claud...," you whispered, her showing you how she truly felt. You both sat in silence as you reflected her words, thankful that you did not feel entirely the same. Though much of what she said was true, you still believed you all were human. You had to believe that.

Chapter 8

Summary:

A snippet of your traumatic past before being taken by The Entity is revealed.

A confrontation occurs between you and another survivor, and The Ghostface visits you in secret.

The horrendous sound of roaring flames reached your ears as you bashed your right shoulder against a light pink door that was littered with stickers of hearts and rainbows. The sound was like the belly of a beast as the flames devoured furniture and family pictures around you, the smell of toxic fumes filling your nose.

"EEVIE!" You screamed at the top of your lungs, your shoulder throbbing as you continue to bash it against your younger sisters door, a large piece of furniture preventing it from opening on the other side.

All around you was blinding light cast from the flames as they spread wildly up the walls, licking the ceiling. You closed your eyes, choking violently from the smoke that continued to swell.

"EEVIE! PLEASE!" You shrieked, tears pouring down your red hot face as you continue to slam your shoulder against the door, you wailing in agony when you heard it pop. You wheezed before hacking up spit, your lungs burning and beginning to call it quits from the smoke that continued to relentlessly invade them.

You took a few steps back from the door, you eyeing it angrily before running at it at full speed whilst screaming. You threw your entire body against it and you crashed to the floor. The door cracked open enough to where you could shove your left arm through it, your hand flailing on its other side as you continued to scream your sisters name.

A hand suddenly was placed on your shoulder, shaking gently while a voice called your name repeatedly, it feeling far away.

"Eevie...Eevie...Eevie" you whispered, your eyes clenched shut as you slept.

"Hey, wake up. You're having that nightmare again...," A familiar voice pulling you out of your sleep and your eyes fluttered open to stare up at Jake.

You laid on your back as you realized where you were, your lashes wet and the back of your neck damp. You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat, pushing back tears as you sat yourself up, Jake's hand remaining on your shoulder.

You wiped your eyes with your fingers before turning to Jake with a weak smile.

"Thank you," you said, reaching to touch his hand with your own.

Jake stared at you with sympathy and you lowered your gaze from his, uncomfortable.

"Its no problem, I came to check on you and heard you crying before I even got here. I'm so sorry it continues to haunt you, even now."

You squeezed your hands in your lap as you sat cross legged on your sleeping bag, the last thing you wanted being pity.

Jake was haunched on his heels and shifted to where he also sat cross legged, leaning back on his hands.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked.

You immediately shook your head thankful for the night air that cooled your skin.

"Alright. Just know I'm here for you, always." You raised your head to meet Jake's eyes, feeling unworthy of friends like him and Claudette. You nodded once, forcing a smile. You then scooted closer to Jake and layed your head in his lap, closing your eyes as he placed his hand on the side of your head, stroking your hair with the back of his fingers.

***

A long stretch of time had passed since you had seen The Ghostface, you being thankful for it. You were called to many trials and over time you found that it was easier to forget about the more than intimate encounter you two had shared, it allowing you to focus on building your relationship with Jake.

However, you would find yourself yearning for the way Danny handled you when you shared a kiss with Jake or when you'd cuddle by the campfire, you being in complete denial about it. Though Jake claimed he was ready to take the next steps, you found he would nervously avoid your sexual advances as if he was still afraid. You remained patient with him but it often left you frustrated and wanting.

As you sat on the ground in front of the campfire with your back resting against a log, your eyes drifted to the side to settle on Claudette who stared aimlessly at the fire wondering how long it had been since you last asked her about your time here.

The thought quickly left your mind when you remembered the wave of nausea that washed over you when she told you how long you had actually been here, determining then that you would never ask again.

"Felix is a mess, ever since his death by The Ghostface. We had to practically hold his hand the whole time," Jane said as she reached her palms out to the fire, seated comfortably on a log next to Jonah.

You nodded in agreement, recalling the last trial you had. It was with Jane, Felix and Jonah - all of you making it out, but not without some concerns. You recalled how Felix looked exhausted, his hands shaking the entire time he would work on a generator, it occasionally exploding whenever he pulled the wrong lever or connected wires of a different color. Generators were the most earliest of skills that survivors would learn as they were so crucial to successful escapes. Survivor 101.

You had kindly told Felix to stop and remain hidden, afraid he would continue to blow the generators. Jane was correct though, you had never seen him so frazzled. Messing up the most basic of tasks.

"Claud, you're gonna have to speak with him. Hes having a hard time recovering from his last death and there is no guarantee it wont happen again soon. You have a way with him, he'll listen to you," Jane said.

Claudette crossed one leg over the other as she rested her chin in her hands, a sadness in her eyes.

"I will. I've been meaning to...I didnt realize how bad things were with him...," she said quietly and you eyed her with concern, aware of their history.

They had grown close and many would say they were in a relationship at one point. But even though Felix had been in The Fog for a very long time he struggled to let go of his past. His family that he once had. You recalled one of your earliest memories in The Fog, where you had been walking down a trail on your own, just trying to get away from everyone else.

Soft sobs had caught your attention and you crouched low behind a tree squinting your eyes in the distance to see Claudette embracing Felix, his tall frame hunched over with his forhead on her shoulder. He had been crying, Claudette rubbing his back in circles as he spoke through tears.

"I can't remember her voice, Claud...my own child's voice. Do they even know where I am? Do they think I just left? Did I die!? Are we dead?!" His voice cracked with emotion as Claudette continued to embrace him, her face grim.

Your heart sank and you had been quick to remove yourself from such a private moment, heading back the way you came.

There was a time when you too had wondered what your loved ones thought had happened to you after you were taken by The Entity. It was brief, however. You being unable to bare the thought of them mourning over you.

There was a stretch of awkward silence and Claudette suddenly rose to her feet, turning to walk to the shed without another word. You followed her with your head, contemplating joining her but thought it best not to.

You turned to face Jane and Jonah who were shooting eachother seductive glances and watched as Jonah placed his hand on Janes knee, sliding it up her thigh.

Jane laughed quietly before biting her lip and Jonah stood to his feet while holding her gaze.

"I'll uh, I'll meet you at the pond?" He asked Jane with a grin and she nodded as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

You eyed Jonah warily as he went to turn to walk towards the treeline, eventually disappearing in it.

Jane shook her head with a smile, her cheeks pink.

"I swear he's nicer than he looks," she said as she looked at you over the campfire.

You returned her stare with unease, contemplating telling her what you've been wanting to for some time. Wanting her to know what kind of person she was dealing with.

"Jane, be careful with him," you said, immediately regretting it.

Janes face twisted in confusion, her shifting in her seat uncomfortably.

"Why do you say this?" She asked.

You swallowed, suddenly feeling foolish as you thought of Danny. You being attracted and already dabbling with a Killer. But you felt this was different. Jonah hiding during an entire trial, watching his friends die, not even trying. You clenched your jaw knowing it was not his first time, you previously giving him the benefit of the doubt.

"Just be careful...," you replied.

Jane stared at you with a deep frown as you remain seated on the floor and you knew she was dissatisfied with your answer. You watched her abruptly stand to her feet and begin walking in the same direction Jonah left.

"Wait, Jane," you blurted, reaching a hand out towards her direction but she continued to walk away.

You sighed shaking your head when she disappeared into the woods, feeling like an idiot.

"Shit...," you said out loud, rubbing your temples. You didn't like the way things were left with her and knew you would apologize the next time you saw her.

A branch snapping from the woods suddenly grabbed your attention and you raised your head to see someone walking briskly to the campfire. You let out a sigh of relief when you stood to your feet from the ground, happy that Jane had returned.

"Jane, listen. I'm...," your voice trailed as you squinted at the person approaching and realized it was not Jane but Jonah as he got closer to the campfire, his fists balled at his sides.

Your jaw clenched and you stiffened immediately as he approached, stopping a few feet in front of you.

"What the hell did you say to her?" He grumbled, his eyes hidden by his shades and his teeth clenched.

You swallowed hard before wetting your lips.

"I told her nothing, if that's what you're asking," you said bitterly.

Jonah then took a giant step forward, grabbing your wrist tightly in his hand. Your face twisted in disgust as you went to yank your arm away, but his grip was a vice.

"Don't piss me off you little shit. Just because we're forced to survive together doesn't mean I won't hesitate to prove a point," his voice full of hatred.

Your wrist was throbbing as he squeezed causing you to grunt in pain and you scoffed at his words, shaking your head in disbelief.

"That's rich coming from you. You don't survive with us, you don't even try...," you said with a sneer.

Jonah then pulled you in closer with his face inches from yours as he bent your wrist in an unnatural position, you crying out in pain.

"Keep testing me," he said, his voice barely audible. You grunted as you pushed on his chest with your free hand while pulling back with all of your weight. Jonah then let go of your wrist causing you to flail backwards, you falling at an awkward angle. You crashed on your side, the side of your head and face slamming on one of the logs.

You groaned as you lay on the floor with your legs folded awkwardly under you bringing a hand to your eye, immediately knowing you would have a bruise. You raised your head to look up at him while covering your right eye with your hand, your lips curled into a snarl.

Jonah stood with his back to the blazing fire, his shadow cast across your entire body. There were no words exchanged for what seemed like minutes before he finally spoke again.

"You think you're special? You think because you have those fucking god awful marks that makes you better than us? If anything you're a freak. You know who is able to keep their disfigurements? Killers. So what the hell does that make you? Who the fuck are you to judge anything that I do?" Jonah spat to his side before turning to storm away, leaving you alone.

You stared after him with a deep frown swallowing your tears, unwilling to allow yourself to cry. His words cut deep and for the first time you understood how much he truly disliked you. You wondered if that had always been the case, even before calling him out on his cowardice.

You let out a shaky breath as you stood to your feet, your eye and the side of your head pulsating. Though recognizing the seriousness of what just happened, you were thankful no one had witnessed it, not wanting to cause any more trouble than there already was. You slowly walked past the shed glancing in, seeing nobody was inside. Thoughts were racing through your mind, Jonahs words continuing to sting as you made your way to your sleeping quarters.

As you approached your sleeping bag you saw next to it a small wooden cup with very ripe looking berries inside with a small note placed on top.

It read: Waited for u but got 2 sleepy. Come stop by and wake me if ur bored :)

You smiled feebly, recognizing Jake's chicken scratch and determined that you would not be visiting him. Definitely not now. You lowered yourself on your sleeping bag before pressing your fingertips under your eye, wincing when pain shot down your cheek.

"Bastard."

You exhaled shakily as you laid down on your back with your arms to your sides, not bothering to pull the bag over your body. You gazed up at the forever night sky, closing your eyes with relief as the cool air caressed your face.

You frowned as you reflected Jonahs words and as much as it angered you, you felt part of what he said was true. You didnt have the right to judge, especially after what happened with Danny. Anxiety bubbled at the pit of your stomach as you thought about the future and how you would react when you saw him in trials, afraid of yourself and what you would be capable of.

Danny made it hard for you to think clearly and logically when he was in your presence and it frightened you. You began to feel yourself letting go as your chest tightened and your lips pressed together in a pout. Tears began to flow down the sides of your face into the dirt as you sobbed, you eventually crying yourself to sleep.

***

You shot your eyes open as you lay on your side in a fetal position, the chittering sounds of crickets bouncing off the trees around you. Something had stirred you awake and you propped yourself on your forearm as you squinted into the woods feeling that you were not alone. You felt eyes on the back of your head and quickly turned over to your other side.

Kneeling on one leg was the Ghostface with his gloved index finger pressed against the mouth of his mask, signaling silence, the blade of his knife reflecting the moonlight. Your mouth fell open as you stared up at his voids as he was inches from you, and adrenaline rushed through your veins. You then sat up completely, your legs folding to your side. His mask was spotless and his cloak was pitch black, it's spindly appendages floating behind him with a mind of their own.

You both stared at eachother for a solid moment, you wondering how he was able to be here. Wondering what he has seen. For a second you believed you were dreaming and lifted your fingertips to his mask, feeling its silicon.

"Danny?" You whispered and he slowly took your hand in his own, bringing your palm to the side of his mask.

The Ghostface then released your hand and lifted his gloved fingertips to your face, his fingers brushing under your eye, the skin a deep purple as it healed.

"Now what happened here?" His voice low and laced with venom.

You blinked, forgetting you had it at all. So many thoughts were racing through your head and you lowered your gaze to the ground. You struggled to understand why he would ask. Why he would even care.

"I...I fell. It's nothing," you replied, your cheeks changing colors.

Danny slowly lowered his hand before resting his forearm on his knee. He didn't respond immediately but instead continued to stare at you and you struggled to hold his gaze. You didn't need to see his eyes to know that he did not believe you.

You suddenly blushed fiercly as you recalled your time in the bedroom, the memories flooding back that you tried so hard to forget. The Ghostface then slid the flat side of his blade under your chin, lifting your head to look at him. You gazed at him through heavily lidded eyes unable to hide your desire.

He then tilted his head to the side before speaking.

"Who is this Eevie?" He asked, your chin still resting on his blade.

You slow blinked once before closing your eyes completely.

"She was my little sister," you said before pulling your head back, your eyes distant.

The Ghostface didn't respond and the silence began to make you uncomfortable. As an attempt to fill the silence you reached for the bowl of berries plucking one out and popping it in your mouth. As you chewed you glanced at him anxiously, wishing he would say something. Anything.

"How are you able to be here?" You finally asked, turning to face him fully.

"There are perks to causing the most pain. To being the most ruthless," the Ghostface replied, his voice void of emotion.

You raised your eyebrows, finding yourself truly fearful of him once again.

He watched you as you reached a trembling hand for another berry and he carefully took a hold of your wrist before you placed it to your mouth.

"No being in the Entity's world needs to eat or drink. What is the point of this?" He asked almost innocently and you felt he was being genuine.

You eyed him carefully as he held your hand in the air.

"It makes us feel normal. Don't you ever want to feel normal?" You asked, your lips stained.

You heard The Ghostface chuckle as he flexed his fingers around his knifes large handle.

"No. No, I cant say that I do." he replied vexatiously.

You swallowed and glanced around your small clearing before slowly bringing the berry to his mask, and he let go of your wrist. You looked at him with caution before speaking.

"Try one," you said and you were surprised to see him lift his mask up revealing his mouth only, the hood of his cloak falling back. Your eyes drifted down to his lips which were unmoving, immediately wanting them on your own.

You carefully brought the berry to his mouth as you held it with the tip of your index finger and thumb, as if you were holding a tiny explosive. You timidly pressed the berry against his lips and he smirked at your neverousness before sliding the tip of his tongue out. You watched with fascination as he took the berry into his mouth and chewed, his expression inscrutable with the mask covering half of his face.

You watched him swallow and when he didn't say anything you reached for another, bringing it to his lips again. The Ghostface then parted his lips allowing you to place the berry on his tongue. Your index finger lingered and he dragged the tip of his tongue along its tip before kissing it softly. You stared at him with wonder, again thrown off by his gentle and subtle submissive ways.

As you removed your hand completely he swallowed again, a grin breaking his face.

"Its too bitter. I like mine sweet," he said before lowering his mask back over his mouth.

He then rose to his feet with a sigh as you remained on your knees gazing up at him with round eyes. He reached a hand down to hold under your jaw, your cheeks slightly squished in his grasp and you welcomed his touch. Your eyes drifted behind him briefly to look at the straps of his cloak that slithered in the air like snakes, and as he stared down at you, you again felt like you were being studied.

"Though I wouldn't put it past you to fall and give yourself a black eye given how clumsy you are, I know that you're lying to me and Im not entirely sure why. I only come here to see you but that doesn't mean I won't pay others a visit."

Though it was a statement, the Ghostface seemed to wait for your acknowledgement as he held your jaw in his hand gracefully and you nodded, understanding what he meant.

"Its only a matter of time before you tell me your name. But I'm patient and enjoy the challenge to be honest." The Ghostface then turned and walked away while simultaneously lifting the hood of his cloak, making little to no sound as he did.

You watched with a heavy heart as his cloak seemed to merge with the darkness of the surrounding woods, feeling strangely alone. You wondered how long it would be until you shared a trial with him, the same familiar guilt flooding your chest.

Chapter 9

Summary:

You're placed in another trial with The Ghostface, being reminded of what he is capable of (in more ways than one).

He presses you more about the trauma you experienced and you find yourself being ready to tell him.

Notes:

This chapter is a bit longer than the others as I didn't want to split it.

David shuddered as you applied pressure to his side with a large amount of gauze that you had taken from a med-kit, you both keeping out of sight in the basement of the Bedham pre-school. You eyed him with apprehension as he gritted his teeth while holding on to a generator, you both kneeling on the floor. You scanned his face as he kept his gaze lowered, his skin pale.

"David, you have to take it easy, you've lost too much blood," you whispered.

David shook his head sternly as he flexed his jaw, lifting his head to look into your eyes.

"We only need one more gen, there's no way I'm letting that bastard stop me now," he replied, his eyes bloodshot.

You frowned as you turned to face the dormant generator, David's words not making you feel any better. You wiped the sweat on your forehead with the back of your free hand as the other remained applying pressure to the wound on David's side. It was a very deep and unforgiving injury, caused by no one other than The Ghostface.

The trial had been going relatively smooth, the Killer not having made themselves known yet. That was until David had come stumbling down the basement stairs to where you had just arrived, letting you know who the Killer was immediately. A flash of excitement had coursed through your body before quickly snuffing it out and promptly applying first aid to David.

"Where was he last?" You asked as you removed the gauze from David's wound.

Blood immediately gushed out and flowed over your fingers and David lurched forward weakly, on the verge of passing out. You cursed and was quick to apply more pressure with the gauze while keeping a hand against his chest, preventing him from face planting in your lap.

"David! David, stay with me," you whispered harshly.

Blood had made its way down your wrist, past your elbow where it collected. Your babydoll yellow dress was speckled with tiny amounts of blood, it barely covering your upper thighs. David mumbled incoherently as you inspected his wound quickly, realizing how deadly the puncture actually was. How specific and calculated the placement seemed to be, as if The Ghostface new David would survive long enough to seek aid, but not enough to live.

You swallowed as the feeling of foreboding crept it's way into your mind.

"M...Meg will be at the gate already, I'm not sure about about Ace. He can be a timid bloke but...," Davids voice trailed and coughed violently, blood spilling out of his mouth and splattering on the bottom of your dress and upper thighs as you remained knelt.

Your eyebrows knitted with great concern, unphased by the blood, as you continued to prevent David from falling over completely and you knew he would die here.

"...he's a decent enough chap." David wiped his bloody lips with the back of his hand before meeting your stare with a weak smile.

"That conniving s...son of a bitch got me, ruined my crazy escape streak." David let out a morbid weak laugh before coughing.

"Fin...finish the last gen, mate. Ill see you back at camp, yeah?" He asked, his eyes fluttering closed.

"David, I'm sorry." You said quietly, your chest heavy.

David opened his mouth to reply but his head bobbed forward and his body went limp. You closed your eyes as you carefully lowered the upper half of his body to the floor, it folding in an awkward angle.

You scrambled on your hands and knees over to the lone generator, determined to complete it. As you reached a hand to the lever it slipped out of your grip from David's blood and you wiped your hands on the bottom of your ruffled dress. The generators pumps and gears came to life under your touch and you narrowed your eyes trying to ignore David's dead body in your peripheral, giving the generator your entire focus.

As you worked you could only hope that Meg and Ace would be at the gate, ready to open it immediately. Thoughts of seeing Danny poked and prodded at your mind, you stubbornly refusing to acknowledge them.

When the generator sprang to life you jumped to your feet and walked briskly to the staircase that led out of the basement to the school. You placed a foot cautiously on the bottom stair, your black mary jane shoe reflecting the light cast by the swinging bulb above. You pressed the palm of your hand against the wall as you stared up the stairwell, straining your ears for any movement or sound.

When you determined it was safe, you tip toed up the stairs, your hand sliding against the wall. As you approached the first floor the sound of the gate opening echoed through the realm and you sprinted to one of the main roads ducking behind one of the many dead cars. It was so eerily quiet and you wondered briefly where The Ghostface was. Wondered what he was doing.

You placed your hands on the side of the car before lifting yourself up slowly to peek above it, scanning the street looking for the gate. Relief washed over you when you saw Ace who was standing in the safety of the gate, waving an arm high in the air to get your attention. He waved at you to come over with both hands aggressively and you stood to your feet while remaing crouched before sprinting over to where he stood.

As you approached, Ace smiled while placing a hand on your shoulder.

"You look nice. Ya know, despite the blood...," he said as he looked you up and down once.

"Where's Meg?" You asked before turning to look behind you.

Ace scratched the back of his head before placing a hand on his hip, a frown forming on his face.

"She told me to go ahead of her to the gate and scout for you and David, and that'd she be right behind me. Speaking of, where is David?" Ace asked, his eyes glancing behind you.

You closed your eyes shaking your head, your face grim.

"He didn't make it." You replied.

Aces face twisted in shock and you saw him take a nervous step backwards, visibly shook.

"The Killer has been silent this entire time. Do you know who it is?" He asked with trepidation.

"Ghostface." A mix of fear and strange desire shot up your spine as his name glided off of your tongue.

"What the hell? This whole time he's probably been watching and marking us. We have to go...like now!" Ace said anxiously, taking another step back closer to the threshold.

There was then a scream that echoed throughout the main road, it's sound being able to wake the dead. You and Ace glanced at eachother briefly before facing its direction and you knew by the sheer fear in his eyes, he would not be staying. Ace shook his head back and forth slowly as he gulped.

"Listen, I can't risk it. I can't go through another death so soon, man." His voice strained with fear.

You then thought of the many times Danny said he wouldn't hurt you and you knew you would be putting it to the test.

"Its okay, Ace. Go. I'll try and save her, it's been a long time since I've been sacrificed," you said.

Ace pulled at his beard nervously as he held your stare for a few more moments, his eyes full of guilt. He then nodded once before turning to walk past the threshold that separated Survivor from Killer. Immediately you turned on your heels and began running in the direction of the scream. A thought was creeping into your head as you slowed to a walk and caught your breath. A thought as to why you were attempting to save Meg.

Because that's what's right. That's what a good survivor does.

Another more involuntary thought pushed it's way into your mind, challenging you to consider the actual reason you were going back. You ignored it.

As you approached the road you crouched behind another broken down car and in the distance movement caught your eye. Under a street lamp, in the middle of the road, you saw Meg laying on her stomach, her weak cries of pain making its way to your ears.

Your heart pounded as you raised your gaze to see The Ghostface who stood above her, the blade of his knife shining with blood. You gasped, covering your mouth as you watched him place his boot on her lower back, applying pressure with his leg.

Meg wriggled in pain as he stepped on her back, her reaching her hands out aimlessly, her fingers clawing at the cement. The Ghostface then began to circle Meg as she lie on the ground and you noticed a wound on her lower back, the bottom of her shirt blood soaked.

What are you doing? Do something...

You watched as The Ghostface circled Meg a couple more times before squatting on his heels at her side. He tilted his head slightly before casually inserting his knife into her ribs, removing it with a squelch. Meg screeched as she squirmed in pain on her stomach and you watched as blood began to pool underneath her.

The Ghostface stood to his feet before wiping the blade of his knife with his gloved hand, rubbing the blood between his fingers thoughtfully. Meg then began to crawl away at a painstakingly slow speed, getting even farther away from where you remained crouched. The Ghostface didn't seem to mind as he observed Megs blood on his fingertips, the street lamp above him flickering briefly.

"Please! HELP!" Meg let out a gut wrenching cry as she continue to crawl away and The Ghostface abruptly raised his head towards the direction of the car you were crouched behind. Adrenaline and anxiety flooded your body as he seemed to freeze in time, the hair on the back of your neck and arms pin straight. Though you coudlnt see his face you knew, somehow, he was staring directly at you.

You remained crouched as you watched him begin to leisurely walk towards the car as he was no longer interested in playing with his dying catch. The moon cast a blue light that reflected the blood on his white mask, his eyes like two gaping black holes.

"Come on out, Clumsy," you heard him say as he approached the vehicle.

The Ghostface stopped about five feet away from the car before you slowly raised yourself to your feet, you holding onto the cars side mirror. Though you were trembling slightly you found you were not as afraid as your previous encounters.

"Please, let her go," you said, your voice barely audible.

The Ghostface did not respond immediately but instead pointed his knife towards the hood of the car while rolling his shoulders.

"Closer, I can't quite hear you."

Though you felt he definitely could, you reluctantly rounded the car and stood in front of its hood, the front bumper brushing against your calves. The Ghostface lowered his arm back to his side and you knew he was scanning your body with his eyes.

"Let her go...," you said again.

He continued to remain standing still with his boots planted slightly apart, his arms loose at his sides.

"What a beautiful dress, too bad it's stained." The Ghostface then walked up to stand a couple of feet in front you and you audibly gulped, unable to deny the pure fear that he emitted so naturally.

"I'm afraid you came back in vain, your friend will die tonight. Slowly and painfully." His voice void of emotion.

Your chin trembled slightly as you stared up at him like a deer in the headlights. The familiar tightness in your chest returning along with the horrible guilt you've been carrying, ashamed for wanting to see and be close to him, despite his violent nature.

The Ghostface then stepped closer to you as he watched tears roll down your cheeks. You didn't move as he lifted a bloody gloved hand to the side of your face to wipe your cheek with his thumb, blood smearing and mingling with your tears across your skin.

You stared up at him through your now wet eyelashes as you sniffled, frustrated by your feelings for him.

"You're a fucking monster," you finally said, your voice shaking with emotion.

The Ghostface lowered his hand from your face and brought it to your left shoulder, the puffed short sleeve of your dress folding under his grip.

"Yet, you're still here," he replied, while slowly sliding his hand across your shoulder towards the back of your neck.

"You're no different than the rest of the Killers," you whispered, your chin raising up slightly as he gripped and squeezed the back of your neck now.

"I never said I was."

You remained still as The Ghostface brought the tip of his knife to the soft portion under you chin and you began breathing out of your nose sharply with your lips pursed together, your heart racing. You thought that he might actually kill you here, you being accepting of it.

"You though. You're different, aren't you?" It being more of a statement than a question and you knew he was grinning under his mask. You were doing everything in your power to not appear needy, to refrain from giving in to his charm.

Another weak and distant cry came from Meg as she screamed for help and you were shocked she was still alive, your stomach turning.

"Arent you going to go save her? Come to her rescue while you both escape happily to go eat your little fruit, so you can feel normal?" The Ghostface asked mockingly, his voice low.

You swallowed as the tip of his knife remained pressed under your chin, you feeling the the cool leather of his glove on the back of your neck. You gazed up at him with tired eyes and red cheeks, finding it hard to think again. Finding it hard to care.

"Is that what you do? Try and save people who are helpless? A lost cause?" His tone remained low as held your gaze and you wondered briefly if he was talking about something else completely.

You watched as he lowered his hand and knife to the middle of your chest where a thin strap was tied on your dress, keeping your dress snug against your chest. He pulled on one end of the strap causing the knot to come undone and your dress to loosen up, your breast's separating behind it.

"Even if it means you're the one getting harmed?" The Ghostface pulled you closer by his grip on the nape of your neck before lowering his face to your throat, pressing his mask against your skin. You furrowed your eyebrows as he slid his face down to your collarbone, the mask feeling smooth and cold.

"I know youre tired," he whispered against you, his voice like velvet.

You then clenched your eyes shut while frowning after hearing Meg cry out again for someone to help her, her voice strained and far away.

"No. No, this is so wrong. You're wrong," you said as you placed your hands on his chest, pushing him back slightly. The Ghostface didn't respond and instead released the back of your neck while simultaneously lifting his head up to look at you.

You stood with your arms to your side as he placed both hands on you shoulders pushing you down, promting you to sit on the hood of the car, you putting up no resistance. You blinked furiously as you watched him remove his cloak, tossing it to the side, careful not to remove his mask.

He tucked his fingers under the bottom of his black t-shirt, lifting it up and over his head in one swift movement. Your eyes drifted down his bare neck and chest, them being how you imagined. His muscles were lean and very defined, his skin appearing soft to the touch. You saw a few elongated scars on the side of his ribs and a large one across his right pectoral, not knowing what caused them, but you could imagine.

The Ghostface then stepped in between your legs and placed a hand against your chest, pushing your upper half down on top of the hood of the car. He chuckled at your expression as you eyed his scars.

"I enjoyed it when they valued their life enough to fight for it. When they wouldn't go down easy. If only more of em' did...," he said, disappointed .

You stared up at his voids as eyes with a disturbed look, only being able to imagine what kind of horrors he caused in his life before.

The Ghostface waited for a response from you as he remained unmoving and you heard him snicker behind his mask before he spoke.

"Hm. Nothing to say?"

Your face softened before you swallowed hard.

"What do you want me to say?" You whispered, genuinely not knowing how to respond.

The Ghostface then brought the tip of his knife to the chin of his mask, tapping it thoughtfully before raising his shoulders in the air dismissively.

"Fair enough," he said flatly before bringing a hand to your face, squeezing your cheeks, his glove still slightly wet from blood. He shook your head playfully back and forth as your lips squished together from his grip.

"Being normal wouldn't let you have as much fun as we are about to. Admit it," he said as he stared down at you.

You nodded your head slightly in his grasp and heard him laugh quietly, pleased by your submission.

"You know what to do, hands above your head," he said, his tone more authoritve and you found yourself quickly obliging.

The Ghostface then brought an index finger to your chin, dragging it down your throat and sternum. His finger dragged to the side over the top of your dress and to your left breast, brushing over your nipple teasingly. Your lips remained parted with anticipation as you eyed him with deep desire.

He slowly hooked a gloved finger in the top of your dress pulling down slowly revealing part of your breasts. He paused briefly before tugging it down farther causing your breast's to spring free, them being completely exposed.

You blushed as he then cupped one your breast's in his hand, dragging his thumb over your nipple, the leather of his glove feeling rough against it. You gasped quietly to his touch as he began massaging it with one hand, the blood on his glove smudging your skin.

You wanted so badly to see his face and before you could mention it you gasped as he took a hold of your nipple between his index finger and thumb, fondling and twisting it gently while continuing to brush his thumb against the sensitive area occasionally.

"You overthink things," he said suddenly, before returning his grip to your breast, massaging and caressing it again with more pressure and force.

You lifted your chest and diaphragm up slightly as the blood flow increased to your breast making it more sensitive. A wave of pleasure rushed down to your pussy and you squirmed.

"Unlike you're body that knows what it wants."

You began to whimper as his massaging became more intense and he stopped before you became too overstimulated.The Ghostface then slid his hand up your chest and to your throat, your neck nestled between his thumb and fingers. His forearm hovered over your sternum between your breast's and your lips parted to quietly moan as he squeezed hard but not enough to hinder your breathing.

"Is this what you like? Is this what you want?" He squeezed your throat again and you gasped slightly for air when he relaxed his grip, your eyes barely open as you gazed up at him.

"Or do you feel this is what you deserve?" He asked, his tone dark.

Your hands flew down to his wrist to hold as he squeezed your throat even harder, preventing you from breathing fully now. You choked as you both held eachothers stare, your body beginning to involuntarily jolt from the lack of oxygen. The strength through his grip remained steadfast as he watched your eyes widen with fear and you began to panic and choke for air, your feet kicking at the ground.

"No, don't fight it. Let it take over," he said quietly and you blinked as you slowly began to relax, the corners of your vision fading.

There was a sudden surge of pleasure that spilled over your head and flooded down your spine to your feet, causing your jaw to go lax. Waves of euphoria surged throughout your body and your eyes began to flutter shut. Just before you were about to black out, the Ghostface released his grip around your throat completely, prompting you to gasp and suck in air greedily.

The lingering effect of oxygen deprivation buzzed throughout your body, leaving your toes and fingertips tingling. Your chest rose up and down heavily causing your breasts to bounce elegantly as you took deep breaths, your eyes never leaving his gaze.

"Such a good listener," he said before lowering his knife on your sternum, the tip pointing down.

Your lips and cheeks were a deep red, complemented by the smeared blood across your face and breast's. You heard the the Ghostface whistle low to himself before reaching in the back pocket of his black pants, pulling out his camera.

You raised your hands back over your head as your back remained flush with the hood of the car and he brought his camera up to his eye, his finger hovering over the button. There was a brief pause as he stared at you threw the lens before snapping a photo, the flash causing you to close your eyes.

The Ghostface lowered the camera only briefly, before lifting it to his eye again, angling the camera to his liking before taking another photo.

He laughed quietly to himself while shaking his head, reaching behind to return the camera to his back pocket.

"Christ, you should see yourself," he said mischievously.

The corners of your lips raised as you eyed him from below, your eyes almost completely shut. You were beyond relaxed and had only one thing on your mind as your eyes drifted down from his chest to his crotch.

The Ghostface then reached down to your thighs lifting your dress up past your bum and bunched it at your waist. His knife was cold and heavy as it remained resting on your sternum, sliding down only a bit from the movement.

You felt him slide your panties down to your ankles past your black mary jane shoes, eventually pulling them off completely. The Ghostface chuckled as he observed you, you looking filthy as you lie back, your eyes dripping with lust.

He slid his hands down your legs to your ankles, lifting them up so that your feet were flat against the hood of the car, your knees bent upwards. Like before, he separated your knees while lowering himself between your thighs, his palms pressed flat on top of the car with you in between.

You stared up at him before bringing a hand to his mask, tugging on the top portion of it. The Ghostface was reluctant at first but eventually lowered his head so you could pull his mask completely off.

Your eyes met as he raised his head and your heart skipped more than a couple of beats when you saw his wild and pitch black eyes, his lashes thick and long. He was already grinning as his eyes trailed down to your lips. Danny lowered himself into a pushup position as he planted his lips on your own. His lips stuck and pulled on yours as he kissed you softly, his tongue grazing past your teeth.

You whined as he suddenly lifted up off of you, not wanting him to stop. He gazed down at you with narrowed eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

"I can't quite figure out your type, you being with that pathetic Sabitour." His statement caught you off guard and you immediately took offense, your brows furrowing in anger.

"You don't talk about him," you blurted, unsurprised that he was aware of your relationship with Jake.

Danny raised an eyebrow at your display of anger, amused by your agitation. His eyes glanced down your chest before shaking his head while biting his lip.

"He doesn't know what to do with all of you. But I do...," his voice trailed and he lowered himself to kiss you again before you could reply.

His lips trailed down your neck and to your sternum where he kissed passionately before licking upwards, clearing some of the now dried blood. You gasped as he kissed his way to your right breast, it's soft flesh pressing in as he applied more pressure with his tongue and lips.You began to moan as Danny dragged his tongue obscenely across your nipple and you lifted your chest up slightly, the scene being extremely erotic.

He circled the area with the tip of his tongue before placing his lips around it to suck, lifting your breast up only a bit before letting it go with a bounce. Danny raised his head to observe your expression briefly before bringing his lips to your left breast, lapping lazily under where it curved, his saliva mingling with the dried blood from earlier.

You whimpered when he applied pressure with his tongue on your nipple, it being more sensitive than your right one. He grazed it with his teeth before planting multiple kisses, his hair soft, as it brushed against your skin. You were and had been aroused, the heat of foreplay driving your mind and pussy wild, fearing if you had to wait any longer it would send you spilling over the edge.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you reached down to place your hand under Dannys chin as he continue to peruse your chest with his mouth, prompting him to look at you.

"Please, I can't wait much longer," you whispered and Danny raised his eyebrows as he lifted off of you slowly, pleasantly surprised by your communication.

Though his eyes were gentle as he gazed at you, you sensed a shift in his manner then. You watched as he removed his gloves and brought his hands to his belt as he continue to stare into your eyes, unbuckling it in the front. He unbuttoned his pants allowing them to drop to the floor, his dick lifting his boxers to a point.

"Whatever you want," he said quietly, his eyes trailing down to your waist.

The road was dimly lit as blue light cast from the moon cascaded over the street lamps and houses, their shadows casting over the cars and trees. Your heart thumped with raw anticipation as your dress was folded between your thighs covering your pussy and you knew you would not be keeping your arms above your head much longer.

Danny reached a hand down into his boxers pulling out his dick at its base, it emerging freely and bobbing slightly in the warm air. You stared at it shamelessly wondering only briefly, if you could take his size. You ultimately concluded that you didnt care if you could or not, you needed him inside of you.

Your feet remained flat on the hood with your knees separated and he slid his free hand under where your dress had bunched in between your thighs, lifting it up higher on your waist. You both held eye contact as he leaned over you placing one hand flat on the hood, the other aligning his dick with your pussy.

He stared at you down his nose, eyeing you inquisitively and you wondered if he thought you were actually ready for him.

"Please...," you whispered and you let out a throaty moan when you felt him press the tip of his dick against your clitoris, your eyebrows joining together in pleasure. Your back arched against the car as he continued to rub up and down with his dick, you being dangerously close to an orgasm.

You mewled when he applied less pressure before ultimately stopping, your mind reeling from pleasure. You whined as your pussy was once again left untouched as he was taking his time with you. Too much time. You wanted him to be a part of you.

You went to express your frustration but before you were able to get a word out, Danny placed the tip of his dick inside of your pussy and you clenched your teeth as he pushed in slowly, allowing your body to try and adjust. Danny lowered himself onto his forearms now with you nestled in between, his face inches from yours.

"Our scars tell a story, regardless if we like it or not," he said quietly and he watched you gasp as he pushed his dick in farther inside of you, your thighs squeezing against his waist. You were only able to ponder his words briefly before feeling him move deeper inside of you, letting out a nasally whimper.

Danny exhaled when he eventually bottomed out and he leaned down to kiss you on the side of your jaw, smiling against your skin. Your body was struggling to adjust to his size and your thighs remained pressed hard against him.

"Relax for me, baby and I'll take care of you." He held his position as he returned his gentle kissing on the side of your jaw and neck, waiting for you to relax before he pulled out. Your body gradually eased with your thighs separating slowly, his pelvis practically flush with your own.

"There you go," he whispered before slowly sliding out, not all the way.

Your pussy throbbed around his dick and you felt yourself lifting your hips upwards, you chasing your breath. Danny then began to thrust gently as he kissed your ear and your hands came down to hold him by his neck. Your knees and feet bobbed gracefully in the air as his pace remained consistent, you breathing through your mouth.

The sensation of warm wet other than your own could be felt in your pussy only making you want him to go faster and harder. You struggled to keep your eyes open as you stared up at the night sky, his breath caressing the side of your face. For a moment you thought you heard more screams for help in the distance but you quickly forgot, the sound of your soft moaning muting it.

Danny suddenly thrusted hard, jolting you and the car and you cried out in pleasure before his knife dropped to the ground with a clatter.

"Danny!" You shouted, you biting your lower lip.

His thrusts were only getting more aggressive from here on out and you welcomed it, your hands making their way to his upper back to hold on to. Occasionally, Danny would thrust in as far as your body would allow, sending you gasping for air. Your nails began to dig into his back unknowingly and you heard him let out a breathy moan as you dragged them down his back, leaving puffy pink scratch marks.

At some point he had returned his kissing to your neck eventually making his way to your mouth, his kiss possessive like the last time you were together. He pushed his tongue deep into your mouth while locking his lips with yours aggressively, his appetite seemingly insatiable. Your moans were stifled against him as he cotinue to thrust into you, the car jolting from each one.

He finally removed his lips from yours and you heaved, as you sucked in air. His eyes were barely open as he pressed his forehead against your own, you unable to keep your eyes open any longer. You began to pant when Danny suddenly reached a hand down to your pussy, massaging your clit. Delicious hot pleasure radiated from your entire pelvis sending your lower abdomen reaching for the sky, Danny pulling a long drawn out moan from your lips.

The scene was tremendously filthy and you couldn't imagine what youd look like if someone had seen you. The pleasure was building and it threatened to be overwhelming as Danny continued to massage your sensitive area while also thrusting deep inside of you, your voice worn and cracking from your high pitched moans.

"Yeah? Is that how I make you feel?" He suddenly asked through a breath, eyeing you smugly.

You couldn't reply even if you wanted to.

Your knees separated as far as they could go as you clenched your eyes shut, your lips parting as your orgasm was on the cusp. Danny applied a bit more pressure to your clit with his fingers as he massaged it and your mouth began to salivate, your tongue hanging slightly past your parted lips.You began murmuring his name quietly between breaths, your eyes completely shut.

Danny gazed at you through heavily lidded eyes as he grinned, his dark hair falling slightly in front of them.

"Cum for me, baby..." His voice, gentle.

Your breath abruptly hitched before your orgasm made itself known and your voice was worn as you whined in pleasure before letting out multiple soft and breathy moans. You thrusted your hips upwards a few times with your face flush and your lips red, you feeling the most human you've felt since you could remember.

Danny brought his forearm back to your side as he kissed the side of your face while continuing his fast pace, his breathing quickening. Your hands slid up to the back of his head to grip his hair while he began to selfishly thrust into you, chasing his own orgasm now.

Your legs found themselves hooking around his thighs to prevent yourself from moving too much by his sheer force, the car shaking violently. You then heard him begin to grunt, them bordering on growls, as his climax approached and you raised your chin high as he sank his teeth deep into the side of your throat, his bite sending signals of pain and pleasure to your body.

You sucked in air through clenched teeth as his jaw remained locked while he continued to bite your throat, thrusting in his dick as far as your body could take, holding it there for a few seconds. You whimpered as he repeated this a few more times, his teeth sinking farther into your flesh.

You then felt him release inside of you and you exhaled shakily as he let go of your neck with his mouth, licking the small amount of blood before kissing his bite mark multiple times as if to apologize.

His chest pressed against your own, you feeling hot from his body heat, before he brought his eyes level with yours, you finally being able to open them. You ran your fingers through his hair as you both gazed into eachothers eyes not wanting him to remove himself from you, knowing you would feel horribly empty. There was a moment where you both remained still, the sound of both your breaths the only thing to be heard.

Danny did eventually slide his dick out of you, the wet sensation making its way down from your pussy and onto the hood of the car. Danny looked at you with predatory eyes and for a second you thought he was going to go for a round two. But he saw how exhausted you looked and was quick to remove himself completely, pulling his boxers back over his dick. You watched as he lifted his pants back over himself, not bothering to zip and button them up, his buckle split in the middle.

"Fuck," He whispered, scanning your body as you remained lying down, you still trying to steady your breaths.

When your breathing was no longer audible, you took the top of your dress and brought it back over to cover your chest completely and went to sit up while lowering your feet to the floor, Danny still standing between your knees.

He watched you as you placed your hands on his chest sliding them up to his shoulders and he brought his own to your waist. You stared up at him searching his eyes before you spoke.

"How are you able to make us feel differently from your mark? I don't understand," you asked.

Danny returned your stare as he analyzed you, tucking a messy strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Many of us can do what we want with our abilities. We're not all mindless killing machines. Don't you ever wonder why many trials we don't even bother? It's because we simply don't want to. Sometimes I'd rather just watch and observe you creatures. Sometimes Id rather jerk off," he said frankly.

You blinked realizing your suspicions were right. Danny clearly not being the only one to diverge and think for himself.

Dannys expression suddenly turned to what looked like sympathy as he saw the hope forming in your eyes. He brushed the back of his fingers against your cheek, before holding the side of your face, his thumb pressed against your lips.

"But make no mistake. Killing is what drives us. What drives me. You must understand this," he said, his voice stern.

You tore your eyes from his own feeling strangely foolish as your hands remained on his shoulders.

"Tell me you understand."

You swallowed before frowning, realizing in his own way, he was trying to help you better accept your reality here in The Fog.

You nodded slowly as your gaze remained lowered to the floor and he reached his hand under your chin lifting your head to look at him again. He lowered his head to kiss your lips once before pulling back, his eyes drifting to your left arm.

He placed his fingertips on your upper arm sliding them down to your fingers, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

"Tell me, what happened to you? Whats your story?" He asked, and you closed your eyes while letting out a sigh, knowing you would tell him everything.

Chapter 10

Summary:

You tell Danny about your past and Claudette expresses her fears for Felix.

Jonah blames you for Janes loss of interest in him and we discover more of Dannys abilites.

Notes:

Warnings
*there is brief mention of suicide
*this chapter contains attempted sexual assault

"Are you going to fall asleep? I know it comes quickly for you survivors," Danny said, his voice reverberating throughout your body.

Your eyelids were indeed drowsy as you leaned back on Dannys bare chest, you both relaxing on a lush sofa that was located in one of the houses in Bedham. Your knees were pressed together as your bum was nestled between his legs, your hands in your lap.

You briefly adjusted the sleeve of your dress, wishing you could change clothes, feeling dirty in more ways than one.

"No," you replied as you stare at the ceiling of the living room, the back of your head resting on his upper chest and neck.

You felt Danny shift underneath you to bring his hands up behind his head comfortably. You knew he was waiting patiently for you to tell him about your burn marks, you being hesitant, as talking about this specific trauma upset you, naturally. You closed your eyes with a sigh, feeling Dannys steady and rhythmic breathing.

"I was burned as a child trying to save my little sister, Eevie," you said suddenly, your voice quiet.

"I was only fourteen at the time and she was ten. See, she was fascinated with fire. Obsessed. Everything about it. From the look, the feel, the smell...she even tried to taste it. On multiple occasions." You smiled shaking your head at the memory.

"It wasn't that bad at first. Sneaking a candle into her room to light it, just to watch the tiny flame and the wax melt. Or sticking anything she could get her little hands on into the fire pit we'd sometimes have in the summers, entranced by its embers." Your smile slowly faded as you continue to speak.

"But as she got older she started playing and experimenting with more dangerous things. Hair products or gas from the stove. Even gasoline at one point. Our parents, especially my father was terrified. Afraid she'd hurt herself or even me." You folded your arms as you brought your knees up closer to your chest, Danny shifting his hips under you slightly.

"They tried everything. Hiding anything that could start or cause a fire. Anything that remotely resembled a fire or flames. They took her to therapy and towards the end, had her on medication. It wasn't until my fourteenth birthday when everything went horribly wrong. She had snuck a couple of candles from the cake and a match that had been left out on the table, keeping them a secret until the next night."

"None of us noticed the missing the candles and definitely didn't notice the missing match. My parents had cleaned up everything that night, making sure to do a sweep of the house as they always did. My parents decided to go out to see a movie, it was not unusual for them to do something together once in a while and leave me in charge. I was old enough and there were never any problems before."

"I was in my room, playing the new game my parents had got me before I smelled smoke. I ran to the hallway to see a fire had already made its way up most of the walls. I ran to Eevies door and tried to open it, but she had moved something in front of it...."

You paused to swallow the lump that had formed in your throat, your lips quivering from emotion.

"I still don't understand why she would do that, block her door. It haunts me. It tortures me not knowing. I remember reaching in when I had cracked it enough to fit half my body through, hoping she would grab my hand, or yell out for help. But there was nothing. No response."

You lifted your left hand slowly in front of your face, turning it side to side to observe your marks. You stared at them with glazed eyes, your face expressionless.

"I don't even remember feeling the pain. But I do remember the smell."

You closed your eyes as you lowered your hand in your lap.

"The investigators stated that Eevie had technically made two fires. One in the hallway and one in her bedroom. Both caused by two small birthday cake candles. The irony. They tried to suggest it was thought out, like it was calculated. Her setting the hallway on fire as a means to keep me from getting to her bedroom. I remember their faces and how they looked at my parents. With such pitty. Pitty that they had a child who they believed was suicidal. But I don't believe it. I don't believe she would do that...."

Your shoulders shook gently as you began to cry and you felt Danny bring his hand down your arm and place it on top of yours which remained in your lap. There was a long moment of silence as you rested on top of Danny, you sniffling occasionally while wiping your tears.

"Many of us aren't made for that world and we know it. The world where society deems what is right and what is wrong, you having no say in it. Seems your sister was ahead of her time." Dannys voice was low as you listened, you feeling his words through his chest.

You frowned at his statements, knowing what he was suggesting. It sounding all too familiar.

"You couldn't save her, as much as you tried. It was out of your control, life is unfair like that." Dannys words felt cold as he spoke, simply stating facts.

You suddenly longed for Jake's kind words and his warm eyes. You sat up shifting in Dannys lap to turn to face him, his face inscrutable as he returned your stare.

"Its still a wonder to me how you are able to keep them here, in the Entity's world. Are you not curious?" He asked, his head tilting to the side.

You blinked as you heard Jonahs words echoing in your mind, the pain they caused still lingering.

"No, I'm not and I don't care. I'd like to go now," you said frustratedly, your face troubled.

Danny sat himself up as his legs remained under you and he brought his hands to your waist.

"I'm sorry if what I said offended you and I thank you for sharing," he said quietly.

You stared at him warily, suddenly feeling terribly ashamed for the act you both committed not too long ago.

Danny smiled briefly before pulling you closer, his eyes trailing down to your lips.

"I need to know your name, Clumsy," he whispered, nuzzling his face into your neck.

You frowned as you placed your hands on his shoulders, pushing him back off of you with great force, feeling extremely uncomfortable and agitated.

"Stop. Danny, stop....," you said, shaking your head.

Danny pulled back away from you while removing his hands from your waist.

"I want to go, please," you said as you stood to your feet with your eyes lowered to the floor, unable to return his stare.

Danny remained on the couch as he looked up at you before also standing to his feet, his confusion palpable.

"Of course," he said, before turning to walk out of the living room and into the front hall.

You followed him with your hands folded in front of you, your hair a mess. He waited for you at the front door before turning to head for the main road with you following a couple of feet behind him. You felt strangely guilty as you stared at his muscular back, your scratch marks from earlier bright red against his skin.

Danny approached the hatch which projected a dark mist, not too different from the mist of his cloak. He came to a stop before turning around to face you, his hand held out gesturing towards the hatch. You pulled up in front of him and he watched you curiously, his eyes slightly narrowed.

The pit of your stomach suddenly ached as you looked into his dark eyes, not wanting to leave him. Dreading how long it might be until you see him again. You couldn't understand what it was that he had on you, but you were too tired to explore it any further.

Danny lowered his head slightly as you both held eye contact, a smile forming on his face.

"I'm sure we'll see eachother soon. Go and enjoy your sleep and think of me when you do."

You smiled feebly at his remark, remembering that Killers cannot sleep. You turned to face down at the hatch, it yawning wide and you jumped in with familiar ease, the darkness surrounding you.

***

"How is he doing?" You asked Claudette, you both standing in the broken down storage shed.

Claudette shook her head while adjusting her glasses, her eyes more tired than usual.

"I don't know. It's not so much him getting sacrificed as it is him getting triggered by it, causing him to yearn for his family. He is struggling to let go all over again about his life before and I don't know if I can bring him back down from it this time," Claudette said, her arms loosely crossed.

"Maybe he just needs more time?" You asked.

Claudette shook her head sternly while pinching the bridge of her nose.

"No, this is different. It's been too long. For Christ sake- David, Meg and you have already moved on from your recent deaths. Felix is falling apart at the seams and I'm afraid I can't hold him together."

You frowned as you took a seat on one of the small hay stacks, resting your head in your hands. It had been a very long time since your last trial with The Ghostface, many trials happening since. He hadn't visited you since you slept the last time and you had wondered if your actions had offended him in some way. You recalled how you had told the group that you had been sacrificed that trial, them wondering what happened when you didn't show up to the survivor camp for some time.

Though guilt still remained with you from your actions, you found it was less overwhelming to bare.

"Well, if there is anything I can do to help, I will. Though I'm not sure what. I know you two are close." You smiled as you looked up at Claudette, it quickly fading when you saw how visibly upset she was.

"I don't want him to lose it. To lose himself." Claudettes words were filled with sorrow as she covered her mouth with a trembling hand, her teary eyes wide with worry.

"It's not gonna happen. He's strong, Claud. You and him have support. You have us," you said quietly.

There was a brief moment of silence where Claudette sniffled a couple times while trying to hold back more tears.

"I'm here to help with inventory!" A voice erupted from the sheds entrance prompting you and Claudette to turn and face it's direction, Jane walking quickly inside.

Jane slowed to a stop when she reached you and Claudette, her smile fading.

"Oh, sorry. Is now a bad time?" She asked, her eyes darting between you both.

Claudette cleared her throat while waving her hand in the air dismissively.

"No, it's fine Jane. Thank you for taking over for me. I'll leave you two to it." Claudette said before glancing at you with a weak smile.

You and Jane watched as Claudette left the shed, the air heavy.

"Felix?" Jane asked as she lowered her gaze to where you sat.

You nodded, your face grim.

Jane sighed as she placed a hand on her hip, her eyeing the shelving lined with med-kits and flashlights.

"Listen, I've been wanting to talk to you about the other night. What you said about Jonah."

You raised your head to return her stare, your expression concerned.

"You're right. There is something off about him, even though you won't tell me exactly. Hes...different than he acts. Something is dark inside of him and I forget that even though we are victims here, a handful were bad people before. I'm sorry for storming away from you."

You raised your eyebrows in shock as her description of him wasn't quite what you expected but you eventually nodded once with a warm smile, thankful Jane came to her own conclusion.

"You ready to get this done? I'm tired just looking at it," Jane said, rolling up her sleeves. You stood to your feet with a sigh before you both situated yourselves at separate shelves.

***

What felt like a couple of hours had passed before you and Jane had completed inventory, you both feeling beyond exhausted.

"Im worried for Claud, I haven't seen her this low in a while. It's hard enough to keep spirits lifted in a hell like this, but watching Claud try to dig Felix out of an endless pit concerns me," Jane said as you both meandered your way to the sheds wide exit.

"Me too, I can't deny it. But I feel we should just make it known we are here for them both. The best that we can be, anyway," you replied, you both stopping when you reached the large doorway.

Jane half smiled as she combed through her hair with her fingers.

"I couldn't agree more. Well, I'm headed off to sleep. I feel like shit," she said before yawning.

Your eyes drifted behind her head to see Jonah standing in the distance and she turned to follow your gaze.

"Oh, I told him to meet me after I was done here. Don't worry, it's not what you think. We have to have a talk."

Jane raised her eyebrows before saying goodnight and turned around, walking towards Jonah.

You stood with your hands in your jeans back pockets as you watched her go, her eventually stopping to greet him. You watched him nod once to her before they both turned to walk even farther away from you, Jonah turning his head around to eye you briefly.

As they walked out of sight you sighed before turning on your heels to make your way to your own designated sleeping area. You smiled as you thought of Jake and how he was there for you when you had returned after the last trial with Danny. Him being there to talk with you about your trauma from your previous life, knowing the right words to say.

You understood that Danny lacked certain emotional qualities that Jake and really any other survivor had. You reflected how when you would stare in Dannys eyes there was an evil that was deep routed, fused within his being, though he claimed to feel different with you.

As you approached your tattered sleeping bag you removed your shoes and lowered yourself to your bum, sitting cross legged.

You yawned loudly while reaching your hands to the sky, your back cracking as it arched. You stared blankly ahead with eyes burdened by fatigue, your thoughts drifting to your sister.

Why would you block the door, Eevie? Why?

You lifted your hands to your temples, massaging them before opening your sleeping bag and slipping inside of it. Your eyes were heavy as you blinked slowly, thankful you were able to fall asleep at all. You eventually succumbed to sleep, your last thought being of how you would not even want to imagine what it was like to be awake a hundred percent of the time in a place like this.

***

A snapping small branch stirred you from your slumber and your eyes opened groggily. You shivered slightly while you remained in your sleeping bag as you strained your ears to listen. The sound of another snapping twig bounced off the surrounding trees followed by crunching leaves and it was clear someone was walking closer to where you were.

You slowly lifted your self up into a seated position, your eyes squinting in what you thought was the correct direction of the approaching footsteps. Your heart suddenly fluttered and you straightened up more in excitement.

"Danny?" You whispered harshly.

When there was no response, you frowned before snapping your head towards the other side of the small clearing where the sound of another twig broke. Emerging from the tree line was a dark silhouette and you struggled to see it clearly, your vision blurred from sleep.

"Jake?" You asked loudly, a small smile forming on your face.

"No. No Jake here, I'm afraid." A low voice came from the silhouette as it walked closer and your heart sank to the pit of your stomach as you recognized the voice as Jonahs.

As he approached a few feet away from where you sat, you raised your eyes to his face, his dark shades covering his eyes and you wondered how he was even able to see at all.

Your eyebrows knitted together in anger as your shoulders immediately tensed.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, your eyes trailing down to Jonahs hand which squeezed around an unknown object.

"You really are one stupid bitch, you know that?" Jonahs voice barely audible.

You scoffed as you went to immediately stand before feeling Jonahs hands come flying down to your shoulders, shoving you back down harshly.

Your legs crumpled under you and you grunted from the force. You looked up at him in sheer shock before you went to stand again and he shoved you back down for a second time.

You lifted your head, appalled.

"You just had to ruin the one thing I told you not to. Were you also deaf in your life before? Maybe that shit carried over too. Jane doesnt want to see me anymore and I can only imagine why not." Jonahs words were like ice as he spoke.

You shook your head in disbelief, your mind racing with thoughts.

"Fuck you. I didn't say anything to her, she figured it out on her own how shitty you are." Your expression, livid.

Jonah remained silent for what seemed like minutes, his fists balled at his sides.

You shifted on your legs and went to stand up again, this time Jonah taking ahold of your shoulders and shoving you down while also falling to his knees. You were thrown off by his sudden movment as he slammed your back against the ground, you gasping hard from the wind being knocked out of you.

You grabbed and clawed at his arms as he pinned your shoulders down, bringing one of his knees to your other side, straddling your waist. Your legs went flailing and kicking under him, his body being dead weight on your own.

You grunted through clenched teeth as you flailed and kicked and you opened your mouth to scream.

"No! Get off of me you bastard!" You screeched, your body losing energy quick.

You felt Jonahs hands wrap around your throat and for the first time other than in trials, you felt truly afraid.

"Shut the hell up," he growled as he tightened his grip.

You continued to scream, you calling out Jake's name now.

Jonah then lifted your neck up off of the ground while simultaneously lifting your head and slammed you back down mercilessly against it, your teeth chattering from the force. Immediate white hot pain flowed from the back of your head and you blinked furiously, your vision blurred.

"Jake isint coming to help you. No one is coming to help you. You should have just taken a fucking hint." His words barely registering as he lifted your neck and head again, slamming them down even harder against the dirt.

Your scream was cut short, you gasping from the pain. Your head throbbed from the back and white flashes clouded your vision when you opened your eyes, Jonahs face blurry.

"Keep screaming and one more blow will knock you out. Look, I brought something for you, something I think will remind you of home." Jonah brandished a small pack of matches in front of your face as he remained straddled on top of you.

You groaned as your head struggled to remain facing forward, it rolling from side to side.

"You'd be so fucking hot without those burns, though I can see the appeal. Let's add to them here, see if this one sticks." You heard Jonah strike a match and your chest tightened as you began to hyperventilate.

"No...no...don't...," you mumbled, your head pulsing in time with your heart.

"Where do you think you are? You think you're in your hometown? There are no rules here...."

Jonah lifted his chin to the sky as he laughed bitterly, his shoulders shaking. He slowly brought the lit match under your chin, holding the small flame to your skin.

Your body flailed under him from the pain of your skin burning, your feet kicking wildy at the dirt. You gritted your teeth before crying out in pain, Jonahs laughs filling the small clearing.

Jonah finally removed the match from under your chin and angled his head to see the damage.

"Oh nooo, that's going to leave a mark I think. But I wonder for how long?"

You began to sob quietly as you remained pinned on the ground, the skin under your chin raw and blistered. You heard Jonah mumble to himself incoherently before he snickered.

"I was supposed to get laid tonight. I guess you will just have to do." Jonah said sinisterly.

You groaned shaking your head back and forth realizing what was going to happen.

"Jonah, please dont," you said, you now just beginning to see clearly.

Jonah stared down at you with such hatred in his eyes, you knew then, that there was nothing you could say to change his mind.

"I asked you not to do something too, and yet you did it anyway. So here we are."

Jonah suddenly lifted off from your waist and flipped you carelessly onto your stomach, you being too weak and injured to put up any real fight.

"No, no, no...," your voice muffled from the ground as you sobbed, your jaw clenched. You were forced to turn your face to the side with your cheek pressed into the cool dirt.

"You need to be taught a real fucking lesson. None of that bullshit that hippie bitch or that british fuck goes on about. I'll teach you," Jonah grumbled to himself and you heard him unzip his shorts.

"Please, I didn't say anything to her! Please don't do this!" You sobbed, your voice strained and hoarse.

You then went to push yourself up with your hands, your arms wobbly. Jonah was quick to place a hand on your upper back, shoving you back down. Your head throbbed as you felt Jonah take your hands and pin them behind your lower back, your arms hurting from the awkward position.

"Truthfully, I've been wanting to do this, but I thought it would be under different circumstances," Jonah said, laughing bitterly.

You started to twist your body when Jonah grabbed the top of your jeans and began to pull them down hard, grunting when they clung to your bum briefly, before he eventually yanked them down to your knees.

Your arms were losing feeling fast as he continued to pin your hands down on your back, your body being pushed to exhaustion.

"I don't see what they see in you. They say they see hope but I only see a freak," Jonah pulled your panties down to your knees, revealing your bum and you screamed through gritted teeth, your head swimming from pain. You pleaded one more time before you felt Jonah placed his knees between your legs, pushing your thighs outward.

You then felt the full weight of Jonah as he pressed on your lower back, positioning himself behind you. You could barely breathe by his sheer weight and your priority shifted to inhaling air, trying not to pass out.

"Yea, I'll teach you...," you heard him whisper to himself.

You clenched your eyes as you braced yourself the best you could before suddenly hearing what sounded like choking. You felt Jonahs hand shift on your back and the weight he was applying decreased. You opened your eyes wide and heard him gasping for air, his hand and weight completely lifting off of you now.

Your hands and arms fell to your sides limply as they had lost feeling completely and you tried to push yourself up using your face. There was a quiet struggle happening behind you and you strained your neck to see, it being in your peripheral. There was the sound of Jonah gasping for one final breath before you heard his body crash to the dirt, followed by silence.

You felt the familiar cool touch of Dannys glove as he placed a hand on your shoulder gently turning you on your back as he knelt beside you, his mask removed. He brought his hand to the back of your neck gently while lifting your head and torso up. Your arms were regaining their feeling and you reached your hands up to his neck weakly, pulling him closer.

You couldnt stop the flood of tears as you buried your face in his chest, thankful and relieved that he intervened when he did. There were no words exchanged for minutes as he held you and as you pulled back your eyes drifted to Jonahs body which lay limp nearby on the dirt.

"Is he dead?" You asked, your cheeks red and wet from tears.

"No. But he will wish he was every time he has the displeasure of seeing me in his trials, and he will be tormented in his sleep," Danny said as his eyes trailed down to under your chin where it was still very blistered and you looked at him with a confused expression.

Tormented in his sleep?

Dannys eyes softened as he observed your visibly perplexed face.

"You asked me once how I am able to move between yours and my domain and my initial answer was truthful, but there is more. I am tasked with drawing from the suffering of survivors nightmares, harvesting it for the Entity. I am able to keep them sleeping longer if their nightmares are particularly painful, in order to get the most out of it." Danny gazed down at you as you wiped your eyes and nose.

You blinked up at him a few times, digesting his words.

"Do you know what we dream of?" You whispered, afraid of the answer.

Danny shook his head slowly as he pushed your hair out of your face.

"No," he replied and you lowered your gaze, concluding you believed him.

There was a brief pause before you raised your eyes to meet his again and you knew he was waiting for you to ask.

"Did you use my nightmares for the Entity?" You asked.

Danny stared at you with restrained emotion but his eyes were rich with character.

"Yes, in the beginning. That was actually the first time I saw you, but of course, you didn't know. I stopped when I saw you had marks. When I saw you were different. I had lost the desire to harm you, that is the truth."

You exhaled shakily as you pressed the side of your face back against his chest, his cloak feeling smooth to the touch.

"So, you don't come here to visit just me...?" You whispered.

Danny didn't respond immediately as you both embraced on the ground.

"Technically, no. But you were the only one I came to watch. The only one I wanted to be close to."

You adjusted your head against Danny as your eyes closed, your brows furrowed.

"(Y/N)," you whispered.

Danny leaned down closer to you, his expression slightly confused.

"What did you say?" He asked.

"(Y/N). My name is, (Y/N)...." you repeated, your voice trailing as you fell asleep.

Danny held you for a few more minutes before lowering you back down onto your sleeping bag as he sat next to you, you sleeping soundly. His eyes were gentle as he gazed down at you but his face was grave.

"(Y/N)?" He whispered to himself.

Chapter 11

Summary:

You and the survivors you have grown close with share a moment at the campfire while enjoying some goods.

The Ghostface wakes you from a deep sleep and you find yourself getting more lost in his words.

"Where did you even find that?" Claudette asked David, her laughing in disbelief as she eyed a battered teddy bear in Dwights lap.

"It was just in one of the shacks, face down in the corner," David replied with a shrug, glancing over at Dwight playfully as they both sat on one of the large logs that surrounded the main campfire.

You watched as Dwight lifted the teddy bear in the air for everyone to see, the group collectively laughing in response. You lifted a small glass cup to your lips to take another sip of some very strong alcohol, your cheeks flush.

"Stuffed animals are nice and all but I'm just glad Bill got his hands on more of this...," Aces voice trailed as he lifted a bottle of dark liquor to his eyes, swirling it around.

"...whatever this is. Strongest liquor I ever had, I swear to god." Ace placed the bottle to his lips before taking a long swig, a carefree smile breaking his face.

You, Claudette, David and Dwight all mumbled in agreement, Bill seated comfortably on the floor, taking a drag of his cigarette as he eyed Ace airily, a smug smile forming on his lips.

"Ormand may be one of the worst realms, but man does it have an endless supply of liquor." Bill rose slowly to his feet with a sigh with a bottle of liquor in one hand. You laughed quietly as you watched him sway slightly, clearly intoxicated.

David reached an empty cup out to Bill prompting him to sloppily pour some liquor, it splashing as he pulled the bottle away.

Dwight side eyed David as he watched him bring the cup to his lips, David taking a big sip.

"You better be careful," Dwight said before raising an eyebrow.

David gazed at Dwight with a mischievous smile as he wrapped an arm around Dwights waist, pulling him closer.

"Don't worry baby, I'll be sober in a half an hour," David said before erupting in laughter while shaking his head.

You covered your mouth to hide your grin as you watched Dwight frown, he was clearly unamused.

The group laughed quietly before settling in silence, everyone gazing at the fire with warm smiles on their faces. Claudette idly took a small sip from her glass, her eyes glazed. You watched her carefully over the fire as her smile slowly faded and you wondered briefly how Felix was doing.

"You guys still ever think about what they believed happen to us?" Claudette asked suddenly, her eyes scanning the group.

Dwight raised his eyebrows as he leaned into David, his eyes fixed on the flames.

"Once in a while, it's rare though. It's getting harder and harder to remember my life before. To remember my loved ones," Dwight said, his face grim.

Bill took a long swig on his bottle of liquor before placing his cigarette between his lips, his index finger and thumb pinching it's base. He sucked on it for seconds as he closed his eyes, his head tilting back slightly before exhaling smoke.

"We discussed this before. We determined they they think we are missing," Bill said quietly.

Claudette glanced over at Bill briefly before taking another sip of her drink, her cheeks red.

"Part of me hopes that is not the case," she said gravely.

"You hope we are dead, mate?" David asked, his expression concerned.

Claudette did not reply as she lowered her eyes to her now empty glass, her fingers holding it gracefully. The energy had shifted and a sadness made its way in your chest and you found yourself frowning at the memory of your loved ones. The memory of your parents and sister.

There was a moment of silence before Ace noisily cleared his throat before standing to his feet.

"Welp, I'm gonna hit the hay and enjoy not being in a trial as much as I can. Bill, thanks again for nabbing this liquid gold, god knows I needed it."

Bill nodded in Aces direction with a smile while lifting his bottle in the air to salute.

"Night everyone," Ace said before turning and briskly walking towards the surrounding woods.

You lifted your cup to your mouth to down the remaining alcohol, your head spinning slightly and your face and neck warm from being tipsy. It was a nice feeling, one that you forgot about and hadn't experienced in a long time. You lifted your eyes to look over at Claudette who had stood to her feet.

"Night everyone, thanks again Bill," she said, Bill nodding and smiling in acknowledgement.

Claudette went to walk past you but you took a hold of her wrist gently before she did as you remained seated on one of the logs.

"You alright?" You whispered as you looked up at her.

Claudette forced a smile as she returned your gaze, her swaying slightly in her stance.

"I have to be," she replied before lifting her hand to your shoulder, squeezing gently. You watched as she turned to slowly walk away, heading to the storage shed and turned to face the fire after she disappeared behind the archway.

Soft smacking of lips could be heard and you lifted your eyes to face Dwight and David who were kissing passionately, their eyes closed.

"Oh Jesus Christ, get a room would you?" Bill scoffed as he shook his head, taking one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it off into the fire.

David smiled wide against Dwights lips and you heard Dwight giggle before pulling away. They both looked over at you to roll their eyes with a grin and you laughed as David shoved a thumb towards Bill's direction.

"He's just mad because he hasn't got any ass in probably decades. Sorry sod...," David said drunkenly.

Bill rubbed his beard as he stumbled over to a log next to yours, sighing loudly as he plopped down while grumbling to himself.

You watched Dwight stand to his feet while pulling on David's hand. David stood to his feet, lurching forward in a drunken stupor before Dwight stabilized him.

Dwight placed a hand on Bill's shoulder with a warm smile while his other held David.

"Bill, though I don't drink, thank you for getting the alcohol. But I think this ones had his fill...," Dwight said.

Bill patted Dwights hand dismissively while nodding a couple of times.

"Yeah, yeah," Bill grumbled, hiding a smile.

You watched as Dwight led a very drunk and stumbling David away from the campfire, disappearing into the woods.

You turned back to face the fire, glancing over briefly at Bill whose forearms rested on his spread knees. Your eyes trailed down his leg and you wondered what he would have looked like without it, you being unable to hide your curiosity. Wondering what happened to him in his life before that and what would do that to him.

"Mine blast," he said suddenly, glancing over at you.

You raised your eyebrows as you turned to face him fully now, your mouth slightly agape.

"Didn't even feel a thing. Crazy what the body does to protect itself, huh kid?" He said, his speech slightly slurred.

"Do you miss it?" You asked and Bill looked at you curiously.

"I mean, not having a leg. Nevermind, why would you miss that." You shook your head feeling foolish from your question, thanks to the alcohol no doubt.

"Yes, actually. It was a part of me. A part of my story," Bill said quietly, the bottle swaying in his hand.

Your eyes drifted to your left arm, you scanning over your small patches of burn marks.

"Our scars tell a story, regardless if we like it or not."

Dannys words echoed in your mind and you frowned, finding it hard to find any kind pride in your marks. They were just... there.

"He jokes about me not getting any. But I have...," Bill mumbled suddenly, his eyes staring aimlessly ahead.

You turned to face him, your head tilted to the side. You listened carefully, waiting for him to elaborate.

"I sure did. A long time ago, not too long after I was taken here to this hell."

Your curiosity was piqued now. Though you didn't know every survivor by their name as there were dozens, you couldn't help but wonder who Bill was referring to.

You tucked a stray hair behind your ear as you leaned in closer to Bill, an eyebrow raised.

"Bill, who? Whats her name?" You asked, a smile playing on your lips.

Bill held his drunken stare ahead as he took another sip from his bottle, his eyes narrowed.

"Her name? What was her name?" He asked himself as he pulled at his beard inquisitively and you thought you were going to fall off the edge of your seat from anticipation.

"Sally. Yes, Sally was her name. Her eyes...," his voice trailed and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, not being able to recall a survivor by that name.

"Is she in one of the other main camps? What does she look like, Bill?" You asked urgently.

Bill laughed quietly to himself as he shook his head slightly.

"She's no survivor," he whispered, the corners of his lips rising.

You blinked furiously as you watched him, completely perplexed, your tipsy state of mind helping none. You waited for Bill to explain farther but when he did not you stood to your feet, feeling buzzed and sleepy.

"Bill, I'm headed to bed. Are you...gonna be okay?" You asked, slightly concerned as his face remained fixed with a mischievous smile as he continued to stare straight ahead.

Bill waved a hand in the air before reaching in his back pocket for another cigarette.

"Yeah, kid I'm fine. Go to bed," he said quietly before placing the bottle of liquor down on the ground.

You shrugged before turning around to head past the storage shed, making sure to peak in to see if Claudette was still there. When you saw she was not, you continued down your usual path, eventually making your way to your small clearing where you slept.

You kicked off your shoes and socks before lowering yourself to your sleeping bag. Many thoughts entered into your mind as you lay on your back with your arms lifted leisurely behind your head while you enjoyed your buzz, you staring up at the permanent night sky littered with stars.

It wasn't long before Danny made his way into your head, it being quite some time since you saw him last. Since he stopped Jonahs assault and you told him your name. Ever since then, you saw Jonah briefly only once when you past him on one of the many trails spread throughout the woods. You recalled how he avoided eye contact with you and how the dark circles under his eyes seem to press into his skin, his face gaunt.

He looked like he hadn't slept in days and how he seemed to have aged years over night. You knew The Ghostface was tormenting him in his sleep, prolonging his nightmares and terrors and you couldn't imagine what The Ghostface did to Jonah when he got his hands on him during trials. That was enough punishment in your eyes and you felt no real desire to tell others about what happened that night, except for Jake. You had come close to telling him one night when you both were at the pond.

You brought your fingertips under your chin where Jonah had burned you, the mark being long gone. You determined you would keep a watchful eye on Jonah both in camp and during trials now that you had something over him.

You yawned wide and the night was unusually warm, you being thankful to be in shorts. You closed your eyes as you listened to the familiar sounds of the woods, them drifting you off to sleep.

***

Your eyes shot open to the feel of leather caressing the side of your face. You were laying on your side and your body tensed as you felt someone laying behind you.

"She's awake. You sleep so heavily..." Your body relaxed as you recognized the Ghostface voice as he spooned you with an arm tucked under your side.

A smile formed on your face as his free hand dragged gracefully up and down on top of your arm.

"How long have you been here?" You asked, feeling him press his body closer to yours.

"Not long," he replied.

Your eyes drifted down to where his arm stuck out from under you, his knife held loosly in his hand.

"Do you need that here?" You asked as you eyed it warily, swallowing.

You heard him laugh quietly behind you before he spoke.

"My knife is an extension of myself, as is my cloak and mask. You would be correct in being fearful of them." He said quietly and you could feel his eyes on the back of your head.

You watched as he removed his hand from your arm it going out of your line of sight. The Ghostface removed his glove with his teeth before bringing his hand back to your arm, his fingertips brushing you skin, goosebumps following their trail.

You pushed your bum agaisnt him slightly while closing your eyes, the familiar faint smell of warm cinnamon lingering in the air.

"What do you dream of?" He asked abruptly.

You opened your eyes slightly, pondering his question. You realized you couldn't remember the last time you dreamed of something nice and you wondered if you had ever dreamed at all since you've been in the Fog.

"I don't think I have dreamed. Only nightmares...," you replied.

He didn't respond immediately, the air feeling heavy and thick.

"I want you to dream of me. I want to be with you in your sleep...," his voice clear in your ear and you assumed he had lifted his mask.

You watched as he dragged his fingertips down your arm to the front of your shorts where he began to unbutton them. You wet your lips as you eyed his hand below, enjoying his closeness.

"You should see how deep his sorrow is when he endures his nightmares...," the Ghostface said, his tone dark.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you felt him slide two fingers under your shorts to your pussy, applying little pressure to your clitorus over your panties.

Your hips moved slightly as he massaged the now stimulated and aroused area, your eyes closing in pleasure.

"You should see how he cries, wanting his terror to end but it just won't..."

The Ghostface continued to rub and massage your pussy with his fingers over your panties, you craving desperately to feel his skin. He applied pressure to your clit a bit more and you lips separated as you gasped, your eyes clenched.

You felt his arm shift under your side before bringing his hand to your mouth, casually slipping two gloved fingers past your lips onto your tongue. You peeked your eyes open and found yourself immediately closing your lips around his fingers, sucking gently. The taste of old leather filled your mouth and you moaned when he suddenly slipped his other fingers under your panties, them reaching for your hole.

Your bum instinctively pushed back hard against his pelvis as he inserted his fingers deep into your pussy, pulling them in and out at a relatively slow speed. Your hips moved in time with his fingering and you opened your mouth around his fingers to breathe, prompting him to reach his fingers farther down your tongue.

"I like prolonging the terror in his sleep to a certain point where he always begins to cry for his mother. Over and over...," you whimpered as the Ghostface began inserting his fingers even deeper into your pussy with more force, kissing your jaw softly.

You closed your lips around his gloved fingers to suck again as you breathed harshly through your nose, his words turning you on more than you were willing to admit.

"You feel so fucking amazing but I want to feel you in your dreams...." The Ghostface voice was low as he spoke, you feeling his words on your back.

You then opened your mouth to let out a lewd moan, his fingers laying lazily on your tongue. Your moans only began to get louder as he started rubbing your clit skillfully with his thumb while also fingering you faster and he was quick to cover your mouth with his other hand, stifling your sounds.

"Its almost like you want to get caught with me. That's going to be hard to explain, don't you think?" He asked playfully and you moaned against his palm in response, your eyes shut.

Your body squirmed from the building pleasure and you had a hard time understanding his words as he continue to speak behind you.

"Though, I suppose you could tell them I forced you. The whole, giving yourself to me for the greater good bullshit...," The Ghostface chuckled, more to himself, as he continue to finger you, your moans and sounds stifled against his hand.

Your face and neck wer hot as you felt him plant more kisses on your jaw and ear as you squirmed in his hold and you heard him hum deep within his throat. He eyed you smugly as your orgasm was approaching and pressed his mouth near your ear, a smile breaking his face.

"I like how that sounds, don't you? You giving yourself to me...," his voice was barely audible from your sounds of pleasure and you found yourself nodding behind his hand, your hair spilled across your forehead.

You suddenly arched your back against him as you both lie on the ground and he removed his hand from your pussy, bringing it up to your hip as it moved in every which way. His other hand remained pressed hard against your mouth as you moaned and whimpered behind it, removing it when you eventually stopped.

Your lips were red and plump from the pressure he applied and you opened your mouth to breathe heavily, strands of your hair falling in front of it.

"Oh my god...," you said breathlessly, you blinking wildly as you stared straight ahead.

You felt the Ghostface graze your jaw with his teeth and you suddenly turned around to face him, his arm still under your side. His mask was lifted up enough to reveal his mouth and your eyes drifted down to them, your cheeks and lips red.

He wet his lips before their corners started to rise and you leaned in to plant yours on his own, desiring his familiar and possesive kiss. Your lips lingered on eachothers slightly and you felt he was slightly taken aback by your actions. You knitted your eyebrows out of frustration, whining quietly.

"Danny, kiss me," you whispered and he wasted no time planting his lips on yours heavily, understanding what you wanted. He slipped his arm from under you while simultaneously and carefully pushing you on your back, your lips remaining locked.

He shifted to where he rested on his forearms with you in between, allowing much of his weight to lean into his kiss. You struggled to breathe through your nose as he slipped his tongue past your teeth, the sound of your kissing loud and wet. You both moaned in your throats as you bunched the collar of his cloak in your hands, you pulling him down even more.

Danny removed his lips from yours briefly with saliva trailing after them and he gazed into your eyes allowing you to catch your breath only for a bit, before returning his lips to your own. The kiss was passionate but also filled with a deep possessiveness that Danny continued to display. It was what you concluded you liked. What you desired. After what seemed like minutes, Danny lifted off of you, his eyes heavily lidded.

"We're going to have fun, (Y/N)...," your name gliding smoothly off of his tongue, his tone laced with malice.

Your chest heaved as you chased your breath and a small spark of fear mixed with excitment found it's way to the pit of your stomach.

You stared up at him wide eyes and you watched as his head suddenly snapped towards the direction of woods, his jaw clenched. He seemed to hear or see something that you did not and you felt as he placed something in your hand as you continue to lie on your back.

He glanced down at you briefly with a mischievous smile before lowering his mask and standing to his full height.

"See you soon, Clumsy," he said before turning and disappearing in the woods faster than you could respond.

You suddenly sat up to the sound of crunching leaves and snapping branches, someone was approaching quickly and you realized that must have been what caused Danny to leave so suddenly.

Your hand was bunched around what felt like a piece of paper and as you released your grip around it, you saw it was actually a small photo. Your mouth opened in shock as you realized the person in the photo was Jonah. He had been sleeping but his face was wet with tears and his expression filled with unimaginable grief. You quickly crumpled the photo and shoved it in your sleeping bag as the approaching footsteps got closer and you lifted your head to see Jake emerging from the tree line.

You smiled meekly as he casually walked over to where you sat and he fell to his bum to sit cross-legged. He returned your smile before scanning your body with his eyes, them lingering on your shorts. He raised an eyebrow, his hand reaching to the back of his neck.

"Uhh, did I interupt something?" He asked playfully.

You blushed fiercely as you brought your hands to your shorts, quickly buttoning them back up.

"Listen, it's been hot lately. You're lucky I'm wearing these at all," you said with a laugh.

Jake laughed with you briefly before leaning in to plant a light kiss on your lips, his nose crinkling slightly.

"Is that cinnamon?" He asked, his eyes scanning around your sleeping bag.

You laughed nervously while lifting your shoulders in the air.

"Cinnamon? I think you're craving foods from your childhood, Jake." You placed a hand in his hair ruffling it playfully, before lying back down.

"Speaking of my childhood, I remembered a funny thing that happened to me and a buddy of mine. You're gonna get a kick out of this one," Jake said while lowering himself next to you. As he began to tell his story you briefly wondered if Danny was watching, your eyes glancing to the tree line occasionally.

Chapter 12

Summary:

The Ghostface brings you to an abandoned realm and asks you for a favor.

The sour juice of a large berry filled your mouth and you squinted your eyes as it flowed past your tongue. You were seated cross-legged on your sleeping back, thankful for wearing a tank top in the unusually warm night air.

You reached for another berry from a small pile that lay loose and scattered on your sleeping bag and eyed it thoughtfully as you brought it up to your face.

Normal is good. It reminds me I'm human. Just like how Claud still wears her glasses when she doesn't need to or when Bill smokes. I don't care what Danny says, there is nothing wrong with wanting to be normal...

You popped the berry in your mouth before chewing and swallowing. You let out a disappointed sigh and your shoulders relaxed as you stare into the tree line, frustrated that you wanted to see Danny. To see The Ghostface.

You shuddered as you recalled your last trial in which you were extremely close to getting sacrificed against a killer who you were later told was called The Trapper. The physical pain was one thing but the pain of The Entity feasting on your soul was another. It had been so long since you've actually been sacrificed and recalled how the effect lingers even after you return to camp. How it was so invasive and horribly intimate. How you can do nothing and only wait until it is over, completely helpless.

You recalled how you were surrounded by nothing but darkness, feeling multiple tendrils feel their way inside of you as if they were rearranging your insides. It was torture and the more suffering you endured during the trial the longer it lasted.

You closed your eyes as you rubbed your temples, pushing the memory out of your head. Suddenly, there was a light rustling that came from the surrounding woods and you shot your head up towards its direction. There, you saw The Ghostface emerging briskly in his usual attire, taking long strides towards you, his knife no where in sight.

You immediately straightened as you remained seated, your heart thumping loudly. You watched as he finally stopped in front of you, looking down to observe the scattered berries.

"Do you feel normal yet, Clumsy?" He asked sarcastically.

Your smile faded into a frown and you crossed your arms.

"I told you my name...." you replied, your voice laced with agitation.

The Ghostface shifted in his stance as he eyed you from above, his chuckle muffled from his mask.

"That, you did. But I have a feeling you like Clumsy more than you let on."

You scoffed before rolling your eyes, annoyed that he was correct.

"Listen, I'd like to show you something. Come with me?" He asked, reaching out a gloved hand for you to take.

Your eyes drifted up to his black voids suspiciously, not understanding where he would possibly want to take you in the survivor camp.

"You won't regret it," he said quietly before reaching his hand down farther.

Your eyes drifted down to his hand and you stared at it only briefly before uncrosssing your arms and taking it. You yelped as he grasped your hand lifting you up to your feet effortlessly, turning to lead you into the woods.

"Where are we going?" You stammered, struggling to keep up with him from behind as he held your hand.

"Just trust me," he replied as he continued to walk briskly ahead, leaves and small branches crunching and snapping loudly under your feet.

He finally came to a stop and turned to face you to find you breathing quite hard. Your eyebrows raised in wonder as you realized his cloak was emitting the dark mist that you had seen before, except it was much larger and darker.

"You're coming to a realm with me, don't worry...I will return you," he said slyly.

You audibly gulped as you returned his stare, fearful of leaving the safety of the survivor camp.

"How?" You asked, your hand feeling hot in his own.

"Watch," he said and you gasped in shock as the dark pulsating mist from his cloak grew larger, surrounding you both. You squinted your eyes as it wrapped around you both forcefully, your hair blowing from the wind it created and you were unable to see your surroundings. The mist then stopped and dissipated abruptly and you looked around to see you were standing in an abandoned garden.

Your eyebrows knitted together with concern as you observed the realm, realizing you have never seen it before. Behind the garden was a humble small home surrounded by dead hedges with deep, dark and withered roses scattered throughout them.

The realm was extremely eerie as a dark like cloud covered the entire sky, blocking out the moons light. Somewhere in the distance bright flashes of light could be seen behind the cloud, you realizing it was lightning. You heard the Ghostface laugh quietly to himself as he observed you.

"Where are we?" You asked, your mouth agape.

"This an ancient realm. One that is no longer being used by The Entity. It was known as Norwood." The Ghostface tugged on your hand before turning to walk towards the house, you following him immediately.

As you both entered, you noticed a small fire was lit in an all stone fireplace, the rooms only source of light. You stood still with your arms wrapped around your waist loosely as you watched the Ghostface casually remove his mask, placing it on the fireplace mantle.

You followed him with your head as he walked over to a small but intricate vanity mirror, it being etched gracefully with traces of gold.

Danny turned to look at you when he stopped in front of it, nodding towards it once.

"Come here," he said, a faint smile on his lips.

You slowly walked to where he stood, your eyes drifting down under the mirror to the table where a small ruby pendant, attached to a light gold chain rested. Your eyes widened as you continue to gaze down at it, realizing there was something moving inside of it.

Danny removed his gloves and placed them on the table before reaching for the necklace, the pendant resting against his palm as he brought it to your eye level.

"You see that?" He asked.

You glanced at him briefly before returning your stare to the pendant, nodding your head. You leaned in closer and noticed it was what looked like black smoke, swirling gracefully inside of the pendant.

"What...what is that?" You asked, unable to tear your eyes away from it.

"It is the Entity. Well, more like a piece or part of the Entity. Just like with what you see on my cloak, as I'm sure you've noticed."

You removed your stare from the pendant to see Dannys cloak was still surrounded by a dark mist, you understanding now what it was. Your mind was flooded with questions and you cleared your throat.

"What does it do? I mean, for you?" You asked.

Danny lowered his arms to his sides, the necklace dangling from his index finger.

"My cloak grants me my abilities, it was created and stitched with part of the Entity. Customized. Just like this pendant. This pendant encapsulates a piece of the Entity, giving the wearer favor." Dannys voice was low as he stared into your eyes and you felt he was wondering if you were understanding what he was explaining to you.

You swallowed before wetting your lips, your hands folded in front of your lap.

"Oh, well it's very pretty. But...why did you bring me here?"

Danny flashed his teeth with a wide grin before stepping closer to you lifting the necklace up to your neck. Your eyes widened as you watched him reach behind your neck to clasp the small chain together. Dannys hand slid down to the pendant where he carefully let it go, it resting in the center of your chest.

It felt light, almost weightless as you wore it and you slowly reached your fingers up to touch the ruby.

"It will allow you to find hatch in any trial that you are in and escape, regardless if you are the last remaining one alive or not." Danny crossed his arms as he observed you, waiting for your response.

Your mind reeled with thoughts and questions, your heart racing a mile a minute.

"I...I don't understand. How can this be?" You asked, your voice barely audible.

Danny shrugged before rolling his shoulders and running a hand through his hair.

"Like I said, there are perks to being the best, baby."

A fresh wave of guilt entered your chest, the full weight of what the necklace was capable of not registering with you completely.

Danny tilted his head to the side as he watched your expression. He raised an hand to the side of your face, sliding his fingers to the back of your head.

"I thought you'd be happy with this...," he whispered, his eyes trailing down to the pendant.

"I am. I- thank you...," you said.

Danny hummed as he pulled your head in closer and he leaned in to kiss you while he stared at you down his nose, his lips lingering on your own.

"There is something else I need to show you. Something I need to ask you..." Danny leaned back and he slid his hands down to your waist.

Your eyes found their way to his own and you struggled once again to hold his stare, his pupils covering his irises entirely. Wood from the fireplace popped and you jumped involuntarily and Danny laughed quietly from your reaction.

"What is it?" You asked, a faint feeling of dread manifesting in the pit of your stomach.

"There is a way for me to experience sleep as you survivors do. But it comes at a cost." Danny was careful as he spoke, his hands tightening around your waist.

"I've discovered that I can use the pain and suffering that I harvest from survivors sleep not just for the Entity, but for myself. I've been saving small portions of it for me that I get from the others, but it's never enough. I need my own...supply." Though he spoke thoughtfully you sensed a small hint of authority, and it made you uncomfortable.

You blinked at him furiously, your hands resting on his forearms.

"You want to use my nightmares for...yourself?" You asked, your voice tinged with hurt.

Dannys eyes softened as they trailed down to your lips.

"Yes, but understand I will prevent you from waking up. Its the pain after theyve been prolonged that is the most valuable." He said, emotionless.

Your expression was filled with uncertainty as you shifted in his grasp. He noticed your hesitation and his eyes seem to darken more than they already were.

"There is another way, but it's...a different kind of pain. But I would make it as pleasurable for you as I can."

Your mouth fell open slightly when you realized he was referring to hurting you, the very thing he said he wouldn't do.

Danny released your waist and you saw him turn to walk to the fireplace, gazing down at the flames.

"This all must be done willingly by you. With someone who I have grown fond of. Obsessed with...."

You took a step closer to him as your hand rested on the pendant which lay gracefully against your chest.

"I don't understand, how does this help you sleep?" You asked, shaking your head. You remembered how sick it made you at the thought of not being able to sleep in a place like this, thankful that you could. You found you did have the desire to please him. Help him. Despite who he was.

Danny clenched his jaw as his eyes remained fixed on the fire below, his hair falling down in front of his brow.

"Must I explain everything to you?" He mumbled.

You stepped closer and reached a hand out to touch his shoulder, prompting him to turn to look at you. His face was inscrutable as he stared into your eyes, them reflecting the light of the fire.

His eyes dropped down to your shoulder and drifted down your arm to your hand, observing your burn marks. Dannys face then softened and he lifted his hand to lift your own off of his shoulder and brought it to his lips. He kissed your knuckles softly before raising his eyes to your own once again.

"You don't have to," he said.

You stepped even closer to him now, placing yourself in front of him, feeling the warmth of the fire at your side. You raised your arms over his shoulder and clasped your hands behind his neck, your chest falling into his own.

"I want to. I will," you said against his shoulder.

There was a moment where you both stood as you hugged Dannys neck, his arms to his side. He slowly lifted his hands to your lower back to return your embrace as he stared blankly past you.

Suddenly you felt Dannys arm slide up between you both causing you to lean back. In his hand he held his knife and you swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat, you staring at it with trepidation.

"I knew you would. Let's avoid your nightmares for now..." Danny whispered as he brought the flat side of his blade to your cheek, pressing in.

"I'll be gentle with you. Do you trust me?" He asked, a smile playing on his lips.

It was a question you never truly considered and you struggled to find an immediate answer.

"Yes...," you said unsure if you really did.

"I call this fun and I bet you soon will too." Danny leaned in swiftly to kiss you deeply and aggressively multiple times, you gripping his arms to steady yourself.

You felt his hands tuck under your tank top and begin to lift it up over your head as you both continued to kiss. You separated before he pulled your shirt up and off of you completely, throwing it to the floor, his lips finding their way immediately back to your own.

Your heart raced with with fear but your body was giving in quickly as Danny invaded your space. You clenched your eyes shut as you both continued to make out in front of fhe small fireplace, faint and quiet alarm bells going off in your head.

Chapter 13

Summary:

Danny tests the lengths you are willing to go and you find yourself struggling to understand his intentions.

The small fire was suddenly feeling too warm in the room as Danny kissed you, his hands sliding up your sides from your waist. He then pulled his lips from yours with a smile as his eyes trailed down to the pendant that rested in the center of your chest.

The ruby was a deep red and slight movement could be seen inside whenever it caught the reflection of the light provided from the fireplace. A black laced braw hugged your chest as you stood in front of him without a shirt, your jeans feeling much too hot.

You watched as Danny handed his knife towards you to take with the handle facing away from himself.

"Hold this," he said, the white of his eyes stark in the dimly lit room.

You hesitated only for a minute before taking the handle of the knife with one hand, immediately thrown off by how heavy it actually was.

Dannys smile widened as he watched you fumble the handle awkwardly before you squeezed your fingers around it. You watched as he removed his black shirt up and over his head, his neck and chest, bare. Danny folded his shirt neatly before placing it on a nearby loveseat before turning to face you again.

His eyes drifted to where your hand held his knife in front of you, the blade shaking from your trembling hand. Danny lifted his gaze to meet your anxious stare, his smile fading and his eyes narrowing.

"Are you afraid of me?" He asked and you found that in the moment, you were.

You didn't respond as you both stare into eachothers eyes, your body tense and stiff. Your eyes fluttered closed slightly and your shoulders began to relax when you felt the unusual and familiar sensation of Dannys energy-draining mark. Your hand lowered a bit as you continue to hold his knife in the air, a faint smile returning to his lips.

"I hope to eventually not have to mark you at all. That you will learn to trust me. To see things my way." Danny wiped the tip of his nose with his knuckle, an eyebrow raising sharply.

"Why does it make me feel tired?" You asked.

Danny snickered as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, shaking his head.

"You never truly faced me in a trial, when I'm pursuing my victims with a goal. My mark quite literally drains your energy, making survivors slower, weaker and messy. Easy to find..." His tone was low as he spoke, you realizing he was correct.

"We are going to start with me, not that it's needed," Danny laughed lightheartedly before letting out a sigh.

You stared at him completely dumbfounded, your mouth slighlty agape.

Dannys expression turned serious as he observed your confusion, his arms loose at his sides.

"You're going to use the knife on me, however you want. Understand whatever you do, I will do to you in return. Any pain you endure will give me what I need."

You blinked, fighting the urge to back out of this completely. What he described sounded dangerously close to what the Entity does and you swallowed hard, your lips dry.

"Make the first move," Danny said quietly.

You cleared your throat as you brought the tip of the knife to his neck without touching him and you slowly brought it up to his chin. Danny eyed you with a grin past the knife as you struggled to determine what you wanted to do, knowing you didn't have it in you to cause harm, even to a Killer.

Danny let out an agitated sigh before he took a hold of your wrist, bringing the blades sharp edge close to his mouth. He laughed within his throat as he held your stare before placing the tip of his tongue at the bottom of the blade.

You grimaced as you watched him drag his tongue up the sharp end of the blade, blood trailing down as he dragged it up to its tip. He had cut the center of his tongue, without a care in the world. Danny chuckled again at your reaction while licking his lips before lowering his hand to his side.

"Make your move, Clumsy," he repeated.

You hesitantly raised the knifes tip to Dannys adams apple and you watched as he leaned in to push his throat against it, eyeing you with excitment, the corners of his mouth rising. Your eyes trailed down his neck to his chest and they settled on his ribcage. You scrunched your nose as you brought the knifes tip down to his right ribcage and you pressed the tip and sharp part of the blade into his skin.

You flit your eyes to his to see he was still drilling you with his stare and you made a horizontal cut causing a thin line of blood to come to the surface.

"That's all?" He asked, his lips a deep red.

You eyed him cautiously as you slowly brought the knife to his left side to make the same size cut, Danny not reacting in the slightest. You lowered your hand down to your side, it feeling heavy in your grip. Your eyes lingered on the small cuts you made on Danny, hesitant to make anymore knowing you would have to endure the same.

Danny reached out his hand to take your free hand in his own. He planted his lips on your hand and began to kiss up your arm past your small patches of burns, while pulling you closer to him. He reached his other hand for the knife which was held loosely in your grasp, taking it slowly out of your hand.

You closed your eyes as you felt one of his hands make their way to your lower back before he tore his lips from your own to look you in your eyes. You let out a small gasp as you stared into them, noticing the whites of his eyes appeared to be clouded with what looked like black smoke. Like black mist. The dimly lit room paired with the shadow cast by his long eyelashes didn't help in the slightest to know if you were seeing things or not.

Danny laughed menacingly before humming when he noticed your fear and you took a step backwards unknowingly, his hand still placed gracefully on your lower back. He stepped forward prompting you to lean and step back again, your mind screaming at you to leave.

"You would run from me?" He asked quietly. His eyes appeared sad and hurt but his smile said otherwise.

You took another step back and your body jumped as your back pressed against a wall, unable to tear your eyes away from Dannys own. You shook your head back and forth to his question, you feeling a mix of fear and curiosity.

Danny slid his hand from your lower back to your waist, standing inches in front of you. He tilted his head while he brought the tip of his knife to your right upper ribcage where he held it there as he observed your expression. You brought a hand to his wrist, panic filling your chest now as you swallowed and wet your lips.

"Pain is a way of keeping the body on its toes. It can rewire your brain. But sometimes, we find that it struggles to know the difference between pain and pleasure. You must understand, pain and suffering are like fine wine, they are valuable." Dannys eyes trailed down to where he held his knife against you.

Your fingers rested gently on his wrist, and though you were no stranger to pain, you felt this was very different.

Danny suddenly pressed the tip of his knife into your skin and cut it horizontally, around the same length as the one you made on him. You sucked in air through clenched teeth as you stared into his eyes, noticing the dark mist seemed to fill them out even more. A thin line of blood followed his cut and it gradually trickled down your ribcage. Danny lifted his gaze to your own before bringing the tip of the knife to the other side, making another small cut at the top of your ribcage just under your breast.

Your eyes watered from the sharp and stinging pain and your hand squeezed around his wrist involuntarily. Your heart was racing but you soon got it to slow, realizing that it wasn't as bad as you thought it would be.

Danny reached behind him to place the knife in his back pocket, before placing his hands on your waist. His hands were soft as he squeezed you a little tighter before lowering his head to kiss you gently on your lips.

You closed your eyes and smiled when he began kissing down your jaw and you lifted your chin to expose your neck and throat. Danny kissed the side of your neck once before pausing to speak.

"I bet yours tastes so good...," you heard him mutter.

Your face twisted in confusion as your smile remained, you bringing your hands to hold his own waist.

"What?" You whispered before moaning quietly as Danny began to incorporate his tongue in his kissing. You felt as Danny slid his hands up your sides to your cuts and he pressed his thumbs under them both without warning, bringing a fresh trickle of blood to the surface.

You winced from the sudden sharp pain, shocked by how intense it was. Dannys breath was louder and more sporadic against your neck as he continue to kiss it passionately and you gasped as he began to suck gently.

You whined in your throat as he pressed his thumbs just under your cuts again, applying more pressure than before. Your breath hitched when he pressed again quickly, your back flush with the wall. You moaned in pleasure when Danny sucked long and hard on the side of your neck, it on the verge of being sore and you knew you would bruise.

Dannys breath began to get unusually loud as you felt it caress your neck and he slid his hands down to hold your bum, squeezing and groping it over your jeans as he kissed down your collar bone.

You opened your eyes as your head remained lulled back, you staring up at the ceiling with your eyes barely open, you feeling strangely out-of-body and extremely aroused. Dannys hands made their way back to grip the sides of your ribs and he gazed into your eyes briefly before leaning in to lock lips.

Your whine was muffled against his mouth as he applied pressure again with his thumbs under your cuts, and this time he held them there. You began to whimper and you turned your head to the side separating your kiss, you breathing heavily. Dannys mouth returned to your neck as he continue to press in with his thumbs and the pain was beginning to out weigh any other feeling you had previously had.

You began to shake your head back and forth, your teeth clenched.

"Danny...," you said, your eyes shut tight.

Danny kissed noisily on your neck and you noticed it felt extremely wet, more than usual.

"Danny, stop...," you whispered, your hands squeezing his waist.

Danny mumbled to himself incoherently as he began to lap and lick closer to the front of your throat and you began to push him off. You brought your hands to his where he gripped your sides and pushed them away, sighing with relief when his thumbs released their pressure on your cuts.

You lifted a hand to the side of your neck to feel it was practically soaked from saliva and Dannys heavy breathing prompted you to meet his eyes. Your mouth fell open when you saw his entire eyes were black now, filled with a swirling, pulsating mist, of what you could only assume was part of the Entity.

Your eyes trailed down to his mouth where his lips were parted slightly and you noticed he had been drooling. He stared down at you expressionless, his eyes heavily lidded. You eyed him with apprehension, Danny appearing to be in a trance like state.

"Danny?" You asked.

Danny didn't respond immediately as he continue to stare through you as he hunched forward slightly.

"Your pain is filling...," he suddenly whispered, and you stared at him with confusion. He seemed to be far away and you wondered again to yourself how this could possibly help him sleep.

Danny then placed his palms against the wall with you in between his arms and he closed his eyes to press his forehead against your own. He lingered there for a moment before moving his head to the side of your own, his temple pressed close to your ear. You heard him inhale your scent deeply a couple of times before bringing his face back in front of your own, his eyes appearing to be normal once again.

You watched him lean back and take your hand to lead you back to the small stone fireplace. He lowered himself on his bum on the lush carpet while your hand remained in his. He tugged on your hand promting you to lower yourself in his lap. Danny pulled your hair back out of your face before wrapping his arms around your waist as you both sat in front of the fire.

"Sleep with me," he whispered in your ear and you felt him pull you down to where you both lay on your sides, immediately spooning you closely from behind.

A slight sting could be felt from one of your cuts and you realized you were already healing and you wondered if Danny healed quickly as well. As you rest in his arms, a part of you knew he was not telling you the entire truth and it only fed the pit in your stomach. You were not entirely sure what had just transpired, confused about how it made you feel. Confused, about how you even enjoyed it.

A couple popping sounds came from the fire and you watched as it licked the fire grate, it seeming to reach out for you. You began to wonder and think about the Entity, a desire to know what It truly was. As you felt Danny hug and pull you tighter from behind you determined you would try and get more information out of him about the Entity, but you knew you would have to be cautious on how you approached.

***

Your laugh was filled with joy as you sprung out of the ponds cool and refreshing water with a splash, you gulping in air from holding your breath. You didn't swim often due to the camp air usually being cold, but tonight the air was warm. Your hair was soaked as it clung to your cheek and forehead and you floated on your back as you stare up at the night sky, your smile fading as you remembered your life before. Remembered you sister.

There was then movement at the edge of the pond that caught your eye and you reached your tippy toes to the ponds floor, turning your head to face in its direction. Your arms swayed leisurely under water to keep you afloat and you squinted your eyes, your heart leaping when the Ghostface figure came into view, his white mask striking against the surrounding dark.

It was deadly quiet with the just sound of the dark water lapping around you as your arms continued to move. You began to swim towards the shore where he stood and he appeared to be frozen in time. As you swam your way closer to the edge you were finally able to place your feet flat and you stood up in the water, it covering your entire bottom half.

A smile began to grow on your face as you watched The Ghostface slowly walk towards you, entering the water with his cloak floating gracefully around him. You bit your lip as he gradually made his way closer, excited and unashamed to see him. The water swished noisly around him as he got closer, eventually stopping in front of you.

"Danny," you said, reaching your arms out to wrest on his shoulders, his arms to his sides.

The Ghostface tilted his head to the side slightly before reaching around to your lower back, pulling you in closer to return your embrace. You held eachother in the water for a few moments before he pulled away to look at you again and you eyed him seductively as he lifted his hands to your neck, wrapping his fingers carefully around it. You bit your lower lip again, your cheeks pink.

He held your neck loosely and you desired to see his eyes and to have his lips on yours. You reached a hand to the chin of his mask to lift it up and off but you found it wouldn't budge. You grunted as you tugged on it harder, his head lurching forward every time. Your smile faded when you realized the mask was attached to him and would not be coming off.

You felt his hands tighten around your throat and panic had replaced your excitement, something was off. Something was wrong.

"I'm sorry," you heard him say.

You furrowed your eyebrows with your lips in a pout and suddenly the water felt freezing cold. Your lips parted as he began to squeeze harder and you started to choke for air.

"D...Danny?" You blurted and you felt yourself falling backwards as you were being shoved under the water, your hands flailing to grab at the Ghostface forearms. His strength was unrelenting as he held you under water, your screaming muffled as large bubbles made their way to the surface. Your eyes were wide with terror as you stared at him from under the surface, his mask warped and twisted from the ripples.

You heard him speak again but his words sounded muted and far away and you felt a mix of hurt and betrayel as you continued to scream, your body tiring out quickly as you were being drowned.

You suddenly sat up inhaling deeply, your chest heaving. You stared straight ahead with wide eyes as your eyes adjusted to the dark room, the sound of popping wood nearby. You exhaled shakily realizing you were dreaming, your hands reaching for your throat. Warmth could be felt caressing your skin and you turned your gaze to the side while squinting your eyes, the light of the fireplace bright. You remembered you had been taken to an abandon realm.

"Your mind will not let you forget your trauma, your sleep is often disturbed." Dannys voice came from your side and you turned to see he was lying on his back, his arms placed comfortably behind his head.

Your eyes trailed down to his bare chest and lingered on the cuts you had made previously, them appearing fresh. Danny eyed you carefully and you thought he was wondering what you were thinking. His eyes drifted down to the where he had made his own cuts on you, his face expressionless.

"You've been made whole already. As you can see, I am not."

You blinked down at him and you were visibly unsettled by your recent nightmare, remembering his request to feed off of them.

"Were you asleep?" You asked and Danny propped himself up on his elbows, his legs crossed at the ankle. He sneered as he shook his head, disappointed.

"Why don't you ask me what you really want? Hm?"

You shifted on the floor to where you rested on your knees, you at Dannys side. You eyed him from above, you both staring at eachother unblinking.

"Are you feeding off of my pain, like the Entity does?" You whispered, your hands folded in your lap.

Dannys eyes narrowed as a grin broke his face. He seemed pleased with your boldness and he lifted himself up to where he sat, his face close to your own.

"Yes," he replied while bringing a hand up to the side of your face to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"And it tastes so fucking amazing...."

Notes:

Currently in the process of moving/starting new job so I will be taking a break and will return as soon as I feel settled! Ty

Chapter 14

Summary:

Jake and you grow closer and a survivor tells you about the possibility of leaving The Fog.

You cursed as you withdrew your hand from the base of the make-shift sacrificial hook while simultaneously dropping the screwdriver to the ground. You had nicked the tip of your index finger on a stray rusty piece of metal, it drawing a small droplet of blood.

"Shit!" you shouted before bringing your finger to your lips, your eyebrows knitting together in agitation.

"Hey it's okay, slow down and take your time," Jake said calmly behind you as you remained knelt at the hooks base.

You closed your eyes while letting out an exasperated sigh.

"I wont have time in an actual trial, Jake," you said more bitterly than you wanted.

You heard jake lower himself behind you while placing his hands gently on your lower back.

"Try and not think about the time. Try and think about how this could prevent someone from being sacrificed, how this could save them." Jake's voice was quiet but earnest as he spoke behind you.

You inhaled long and deep through your nose before relaxing your shoulders, the weight of his words ringing true.

You nodded once and picked up the screwdriver from the ground before rising to your feet.

"Okay lets try again, I'm ready," you said with determination as you turned around to face Jake who remained crouched. He smiled briefly before standing up and taking a few steps back from the hook.

Jake watched you as you walked back to the starting line that he had marked in the dirt, about 15 feet away from the hook. He balled his fist in the air signaling the countdown to where you would start. You both nodded at eachother as Jake lifted his index, middle and ring fingers counting to three. You then took off at full sprint towards the rusty hook with screwdriver in hand.

Though it was not a real trial you couldn't help the increase of your heart rate as it pulsed loudly in your ears, Jake in your peripheral. You crashed to your knees at the hooks base, gripping the screwdriver with a clammy hand shoving it's tip in the hole that contained the small metal covering.

All you could think about was how much time was being wasted as you fumbled to fit the screwdriver in the tiny holder as you gripped the base of the hook with your other hand. You clenched your jaw when you felt it lock in place and pushed hard against the screwdriver using all your body weight, you grunting threw clenched teeth.

Suddenly the familiar sound of the hook being dislodged from the hook stand and base filled the clearing, it dropping with a dull thud to the flat dirt.

"Got it!"

Excited exclamations came from Jake's direction followed by clapping as he began to walk over to you.

"Nice job, that was 33 seconds. Faster than before, you even beat David's time."

You stood to your feet as Jake approached, clasping the side of your arm.

"A few more seconds and you'd even beat my own...," he said with a grin.

You laughed while tucking the screwdriver in your back pocket and Jake lowered his hand down to take your own.

"Let's head back to the main camp," he said and you both began to walk down the trail at a leisurely pace.

There was a few minutes that had passed as you both made your way back to the main camp, the moon spilling an almost purple light across the dense woods. Your hand was warm in Jakes own and you were thankful for his closeness.

Jake cleared his throat before shooting you a side glance and you knew he was wondering about your necklace.

"That's new. Where did you find it?" He asked, his eyes lingering on the pendant which lay gracefully in the center of your chest.

Your hand rose to touch it thoughtfully with your fingertips, you thinking of Danny.

"It was on one of the dressers in an abandoned house," you replied, slightly embarrassed.

Jake laughed quietly, his eyebrows rising with amusement.

"I never considered taking clothing or vanity items before from the realms. It looks beautiful on you." Jake squeezed your hand playfully and you turned to face him, his eyes warm.

Your eyes drifted down his face to his lips where a five o-clock shadow hugged around them. His neck was slightly dirty from his work in the training grounds and his mildly hairy chest was exposed from the v-line of his worn and sagging shirt. Jake was not only attractive personality wise, but also physically and in that moment you desired to do much more to him than just kiss.

Both of you slowed your walk and Jake turned to face ahead of him.

"You're too hard on yourself. It takes people months to learn dismantling, let alone completing it in a timely manner. Youre amazing..."

You smiled sheepishly as you watched Jake and he suddenly stopped in his tracks, turning to face you completely. Jake lifted his hand up to your forearm where he caressed your burn marks with his thumb lovingly, his eyes full of wonder.

"You amaze me...," he whispered.

Your smile slowly faded as you stared into Jake's large and soft eyes, wanting him right here and now. You suddenly felt yourself throwing your arms over his shoulders as he grabbed your waist to pull you in, you planting your lips on his own. Jake laughed through a breathe as he parted for air, shocked by your aggressiveness.

You wasted no time unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders completely, Jake being bare chested now. Jake ran his hands up the sides of your arms before kissing you again, you noting how careful he was being. Your hands slid up his abdomen to his pectorals where you squeezed briefly before kissing down his neck and chest. His skin tasted earthy with hints of salt as you lowered yourself to your knees, your hands holding on to his waist.

Jake let out a noise between nervous and excited when you reached for his pants to unbutton and he placed his hands on your shoulders.

"Hey, slow down! You don't have to do this for me," Jake whispered as he looked down at you from above, his hair falling in front of his face. Though his words were genuine his eyes were pleading. You paused as your hands gripped the front of his pants, you looking up at him threw your eye lashes. You wet your lips as you both stare at eachother, you knowing you'd been wanting to do this for some time.

"Who says it's for you?" You said, the corners of your lips rising.

Jake laughed in disbelief as he shook his head before he bit his lip as you continue to undo his pants. You tugged them down to his ankles before reaching a hand greedily behind his boxers, placing your fingers around his dick.

Jake widened his stance with his hands placed awkwardly on your head and you wondered briefly if he'd ever been given head. You smiled as you pulled out his dick, it being brick hard in your hand. You glanced up at Jake to find his bottom lip tucked under his top, his cheeks bright pink.

You brought your lips to his tip to kiss before sliding your tongue under his base, licking up once. Jake gasped quietly and you felt him hold your head a bit more confidently as you began to insert most of his dick passed your lips into your mouth, the tip pressing against your tonsil.

Jake moaned softly as he eyed you nervously from above and your hands gripped his thighs tightly, wanting him to do the same to your head and hair.

You pulled back allowing his dick to slide out with a wet pop before sucking his entire length once. You smiled at the sound that escaped his lips and his fingers began to grip your head harsher now. You moaned and your eyes fluttered as you took in his entire length again, saliva and pre-cum gathering at the corners of your lips.

"Yes, keep going (y/n)...," Jake mumbled, his chin lifted to the sky now as his hands reached down for your head, pushing his dick in farther down your mouth and throat. You moaned as he pulled your hair while thrusting in quickly but gently. His sounds only increased as you both continue through the night and you knew you would need to hear them again at a later time.

***

"Stop! NO! Dont you do it, I swear to god!" Dwight let out a high pitched cry of joy as David ducked under the water to take a hold of Dwights legs, lifting him high above the water and slamming back down into it with a horrendous splash.

You giggled quietly to yourself as you watched the two play in the pond, the stars in the sky reflecting off of the water. You were sitting cross legged near the shore, your fingers idly playing with a small branch. Your smile slowly faded as you recalled the nightmare you had about this very pond, about Danny drowning you.

"I'm sorry." He had said, and your chest twisted with a deep hurt. A deep betrayel that you didn't understand.

He's using me as The Entity does.

You recalled how his mask wouldn't come off as you tried to remove it, like it had taken over him completely. Since you last saw him in the abandoned realm, he had told you he was feeding off of your hurt and pain but that he could only do it if you consented. You recalled how that interaction changed him. How it seemed to make him utterly feral.

He feeds off of the others though...

"I need my own...supply..."

You frowned as you brought your hands into your lap, you staring blankly ahead.

"Was this his plan all along?" You asked out loud to yourself, frustrated by your feelings being hurt.

"Was what whose plan?" A voice came from behind and you almost jumped out of your skin at the site of Claudette, Felix by her side.

"Sorry didn't mean to scare you," she said with a guilty smile as she lowered herself to sit next to you.

"Hey Claud. Hey, Felix," you said with a warm smile, watching Felix lower himself to sit with both of you.

Felix nodded in acknowledgement with a grim smile and you noticed both him and Claudette had unusually dark circles under their eyes.

More loud laughs and splashes came from Dwight and David as they flirted and played in the water, drawing everyone's attention.

"Look at them, happy as can be in a hell like this," Claudette said, her eyes gentle as she gazed at them.

"They are not happy, they are delusional," Felix said coldly, his eyes lowering to the ground.

You exchanged a glance with a Clahdette and you wondered if they had just been in a heated conversation.

There was a moment where no one spoke with just the sound of occasional laughter or splashing of water came from the pond.

You shifted uncomfortably before breaking the silence.

"We try our best. We do what we can with the cards we are dealt, even if it is really just to make us happy just for a moment."

Claudette nodded in agreement and Felix flit his eyes up to meet your own, forcing a smile.

"I'm not sure I can do this any longer. I can't keep playing that Monsters game," Felix said, his voice low.

"If only there was a way," you whispered, your eyes lifting to the moon.

Felix then lifted his head to look at you, glancing only briefly at Claudette.

"There is a way!" He whispered harshly, as if he felt someone was listening.

Claudette closed her eyes and shook her head, covering her lips with her fingers.

"Felix, dont," she said, her voice strained.

Felix held your stare, his eyes wide and bordering on manic.

"There is a way. A new survivor by the name of Taurie. She knows how," Felix said, squeezing his hands together frantically.

Claudette brought a hand to one of Felix's shoulders, her visibly becoming more upset.

You stared at Felix with your mouth slightly open and bright eyes, a tiny sense of hope returning to you.

"There...there is a way to get back home?" You asked.

Claudette stared at Felix with a mix of sadness and disappointment, waiting for him to continue speaking.

Felix's expression turned less excited and more solemn as he watched the hope flash from your eyes.

"Well...no. No, not home. We would be permanently gone, but free from this horrible cycle!"

You leaned back slightly with your face full of disappointment, feeling foolish.

"You mean, die?" You asked.

"Yes but it would be the end, no more suffering. I haven't gone to talk to the new survivor myself yet, but my hopes are already high. I was going to go see them soon, maybe you c...."

Felix's voice became distant as your mind drifted away as you thought of the possibility of leaving The Fog, permanently. You couldn't see a way as many have tried over time, none of them successful. Though unsure of how you felt about it as you returned Felix stare, you knew you would go see this new survivor with him.

Chapter 15

Summary:

You work up the courage to tell Danny you no longer want to see him, it proving more difficult to do than you originally thought.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you sat on a soft and comfortable couch, your fingers reaching for the ruby pendant that lay gracefully in the center of your chest.

You felt it's smooth surface with your fingertips, caressing the intricate gold frame with your thumb. You pressed your chin down to look down at it, observing the restless swirling smoke inside. You frowned at the sight of it, understanding it was technically The Entity.

You released the pendant while resting back against the couch, your head lifted up to gaze at the ceiling.

I heard it call to me. I felt it.

You closed your eyes as you remembered your last trial and how not even before the first generator was complete, you felt the pendant pull you towards the location of the hatch. You recalled how you were so very tempted to go and find it to make a free escape. Free from fear and potential pain and death.

But you hadn't been able to do it. You couldn't leave your fellow survivors and you had ended up saving two that trial, all four of you escaping.

You shook your head as you quickly reached your hands to the back of your neck, unclasping the lightweight golden chain. You balled the necklace in your fist as you remain seated in the small home located in the abandoned realm, waiting for Danny to return from the other room. Preparing and working yourself up to talk to him about the necklace and about how you no longer wanted to participate in whatever it was that was between you two.

Footsteps could be heard approaching from behind and you twisted in your seat, Danny walking briskly towards you in his usual Killer attire, aside from his mask being removed.

"I found it. I knew I placed it somewhere in the kitchen, just wasn't sure where. My mind has been...scattered lately."

Danny rounded the couch with a smile as he plopped heavily next to you, the side of your legs pressed together. He turned to face you with a small box wrapped with what looked like holiday paper, and a wave of nostalgia hit you like a brick wall.

You stared at it with apprehension, afraid to take any more gifts from Danny. Danny held out the small box for you to take, his eyes unusually lively and full of excitement .

"I think this will help with your desire to feel normal. I personally don't understand it...," he said shaking his head with a shrug of his shoulders.

You were then filled with curiosity and wonder and smiled meekly as you took the box out of his hand awkwardly with the necklace balled in your fist. You looked at Danny to see he was staring at your chest, it being clear he noticed you no longer had the necklace on. You waited for him to mention it but instead his eyes drifted back to your own as he waited expectantly for you to open the small holiday box.

You slid a finger across it's top noticing it was a bit dusty and began to peel the wrapping back, it taking seconds to have it off completely. Danny scooted closer to you and you glanced up at him to see he looked almost innocent as he watched you open the box, revealing three chocolates, them each being decorated differently.

You laughed quietly, again thrown off by this gentle side of his. Touched by this kind gesture.

"Oh wow, Its chocolate. I forgot it even existed, I can't even remember what it tastes like," you said as you stared down at them.

Danny flit his eyes to the chocolates, his grin slowly widening.

"Try one then," he whispered, his eyes deep and captivating as they bore into your own.

Your expression was soft as you reached for the chocolate in the middle, it being drizzled with pink frosting. Danny watched you lift it to your lips to take a bite, and your eyes widened at how sweet it was and your mouth began to water.

"Oh, this is amazing!" You said through your chewing and your hand which held the necklace opened up slightly, revealing it. Danny glanced down at it briefly, you being too distracted by the sweet treat to notice. You watched Danny scoot closer to you, both of you pressed against eachother, the familiar scent of cinnamon with a hint of earth caressing your nose.

Danny half smiled as he lowered his eyelids half way before leaning in to kiss your jaw as you chewed, you laughing nervously.

"Feeling normal, Clumsy?" He asked, his lips barely touching your ear.

You raised your eyebrows and to your surprise you shook your head as you swallowed, a sheepish grin forming on your face.

"No, I don't. I dont think I ever will," you said with acceptance.

Danny hummed near your ear before leaning back to look at you again, his expression suddenly stern. He placed his gloved hand on the side of your arm before running his fingers down, being sure to trace some of your scars and burn marks.

"Why have you removed it?" He asked, his tone laced with hurt.

You lowered your eyes to the necklace which lay bunched in your palm, the sweet taste of candy still lingering on your tongue.

"It makes me...uncomfortable. I heard the Entity whisper to me, I felt it pull me towards the hatch in the last trial I was in. I dont like it, Danny...," you said quietly, feeling strangely ungrateful as he sit so close to you now.

There was a moment of silence as your gaze remained lowered, feeling Dannys eyes on you. You then lifted your head when you felt Danny tuck a finger under your chin and his expression had softened.

"The pendant can help us bond in ways beyond your imagination. I understand you dont want to wear it right now, but perhaps keep it with you in a pocket or near you when you sleep?" He stared at you with heavily lidded eyes and you cursed yourself internally for melting to his touch, you nodding slightly.

Danny bit his lower lip with a smile before leaning in to kiss you but you placed a hand on his chest, preventing him from getting any closer.

"I need to tell you something else...," you wet your throat, it being much more harder to talk to him when he was this close, his presence intoxicating and overwhelming.

"I...I dont want to do this anymore. You confuse me and I feel so lost when I'm with you. Youre always on my mind and I dont understand why...Im with someone else, its not right..." You raised your eyes to meet his gaze as he lowered his hand from your chin.

Dannys smile turned mischievous before he clicked his tongue a couple of times while shaking his head.

"Mmmm. I dont believe you," he said so casually and confidently before leaning in, planting his lips on yours. You knitted your eyebrows together as you returned his kiss while reaching a hand to the back of his neck, the hood of his cloak soft to the touch.

He saw right through you and read you like a book.

Danny reached an arm across you to hold on to the arm of the couch and you shook your head as you tore your lips from his own.

"Is this what you wanted all along? To work with The Entity and use me like It does?" You blurted, your cheeks bright pink.

Danny raised his eyebrows as his face was inches from your own before narrowing his eyes.

"The Entity does not know what I have been doing. It doesn't know I've been feeding off of small amounts from the others. It doesn't know about our...exchange." Dannys eyes drifted slowly down to your lips as he leaned in a bit closer.

"And it must remain that way...," he said before brushing his lips against yours, wanting you to return his kiss.

You shook your head again, displeased with his answer.

"No. No, you still didn't answer my question," your eyes searching his own.

Danny let out a slightly annoyed sigh before closing his eyes as he remained leaned into you.

"I was infatuated by you and your past. Amazed, and still am, about how you are able to have your scars here, when I've never seen it before...," Dannys voice was low as he spoke and he opened his eyes before placing the side of his face against your own. He inhaled softly before nuzzling his mouth and nose against your neck, the warmth of his breath spilling across your skin.

"I wanted to experience you and I didn't want to hurt you like I do the others. Not for The Entity...," his voice was muffled against you as he spoke, it reverberating throughout your body.

You closed your eyes as you felt yourself giving in underneath him, the weight of his body against your own feeling soothing.

"When you told me what happened to you, I knew I was going to ask if I could feed off of you for myself. I knew you would say yes. I knew you were different...that you're off, like me..."

You shook your head in disagreement again.

"I'm nothing like you...," you whispered, offended.

"Denial is the true death of us all," he said before letting out a menacing chuckle. Danny then kissed the side of your neck once before abruptly biting down hard, immediately drawing blood.

You gasped before dropping the small box of chocolate and the pendant in your lap, your hands reaching for the back of Dannys head, instinctively pulling him in closer. You closed your eyes and your eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure, a quiet moan threatening to grow within your throat.

You were mortified again to find you were aroused, Danny proving his point.

Danny held his bite for a few more seconds before slowly releasing the side of your neck as he leaned back to look at you, the all too familiar smug look settling on his face.

You squinted your eyes open with an ashamed expression as you continue to hold the back of his head, your hands settling on his shoulders.

"We're going to work well together and I will have you seeing things my way soon enough," he said quietly, licking your blood from the corner of his mouth.

You felt defeated as you gazed back at him, frustrated by your attraction to him and how easily you succumbed to his words. He made it extremely hard for you to think clearly. To think at all.

The horrible dread manifested in your chest and you found yourself opening your mouth to speak, unable to stop the words from spilling out.

"I had a nightmare. And now that I think about it, I wouldn't be surprised if you used me during it. You killed me. You drowned me. Would you ever do that to me?" You asked, your voice strained, your mouth forming a pout.

Dannys face was void of emotion as he watched you struggle to hold back tears, them eventually spilling past your eyes and down your cheeks. Danny blinked slowly before wiping your cheek with his thumb, the leather of his glove feeling sticky.

"I would never kill or sacrifice you...," he said.

Your lips were red and plump from your crying and your cheeks and eyelashes were wet as you stared searching in Dannys eyes for any truth to his words, once again finding yourself unsure.

"Trust me, baby," he whispered before hungrily kissing you, his hand finding its way down to your throat, wrapping loosely around it as you both kissed passionately.

"Will you sleep for me tonight? Dream for me...?" He suddenly asked, a hint of urgency and excitment behind his voice.

You looked at him with concerned eyes, knowing what he was asking.

"But I'm not tired." You said, your hand sliding down his cloak sleeve.

"Let me handle that," he replied, the corners of his mouth rising.

He stared at you expectantly, awaiting your response. Waiting for your green light.

"Alright...okay...," you said, reluctantly nodding.

Danny then stood to his feet and fell to his knees beside the lush couch, his hands on your thighs as you sat.

"Lay down for me...," he said, his eyes soft as he watched you shift to lay on your back, the tip of your feet brushing against the other end of the couch and part of your hair spilling over it's side.

Danny removed his gloves and placed them nearby on the floor before bringing his face close to yours. Your breathing increased and you found you were timid, despite knowing what would happen. You watched as Danny placed his index and middle fingers on your lips before dragging them down past your throat finally settling on the dimple of your neck.

You both held eachothers stare as he felt for your pulse and his eyes drifted down to observe it, it visibly beating in time with your heart.

Danny leaned over to place his lips on top of it, allowing them to linger there as he remained on his knees. You eyed him awkwardly from your position, your arms flat against your side.

Danny eventually kissed once before lifting his head up to look at you again, and you thought you saw the whites of his eyes darken with swirls of smoke.

"I used to have a pulse like you. Here, in Its realm. But it's been ages since I had it taken away..."

You stared at him with confusion as you listened to him intently, wondering if you had ever actually seen him bleed.

Danny reached over to your head to tuck your hair behind your ear as you watched him, and your eyes began to flutter as his eyes seemed to stare into your very soul. Your body felt as if it was going under anesthesia as The Ghostface marked you until you did eventually drift off to sleep.

"...trust me, baby..." you heard him say, his voice sounding far away.

As you fell asleep Danny quickly removed his cloak to reveal his black t-shirt, pants and boots. He tossed his cloak to the side before getting close to your face again, observing your expression carefully, seemingly waiting for something specific to happen.

Suddenly, you began to make panicked sounds, your face filled with fear as you remained asleep.

"That's it, baby...," he whispered, caressing your hot cheek with the back of his fingers.

You began to mumble and twitch occasionally, your forhead and neck becoming hotter by the second.

Your head began to roll back and forth against the couch, your hand gripping the cushion under you.

"Mmno...no...Eevie...," you mumled.

Dannys breath became audible and speratic as he lowered his head even closer to you. Dark smoke like mist began to rise above his head in two, them both coming from his eyes.

Danny gasped when you reached for his forearm to squeeze, his eyes completely black and his jaw lax as he watched you in your nightmare.

Your soft crys became louder as your nightmare became worse and you began to speak again, your forhead glistening with a thin film of sweat.

"No...no, please stop...Eevie come back...,"

Danny pressed his forhead against your cheek as he remained slightly hunched over you, like a wild animal who had caught its prey.

"A little more for me...," he muttered, wiping the drool from his mouth with the back of his hand.

You were shaking your head frantically now as your eyes were clenched shut, your body trembling. Danny was holding you under your sleep, and he moaned in ecstasy when you let out a gut wrenching cry, your nails digging into his arm.

"Just a little more for me, baby...," he said, before licking the center of your chest.

Chapter 16

Summary:

Danny goes too far while feeding off of your nightmare.

Later, you wake up from an unpleasant dream, and Jake expresses his feelings about you wanting fo see Taurie.

*brief mention of suicide.

"Wait, don't go in there. Please, stay with me...," you whispered, tears filling your eyes.

You watched your little sister continue to walk away from you towards her bedroom door, her hand reaching for the handle.

"Eevie, please...look at me," you said, your voice quivering with emotion.

Eevie paused before turning her head to the side with part of her hair covering face, her matching blue and purple pajamas way too big for her. You had remembered they were actually yours at one point. Hand-me-downs.

"You couldn't do it," she whispered, and you tried to reach a hand out for her, your body feeling unusually slow to your command.

"Couldn't do what? What, Eevie?" You asked, your mouth feeling dry as cotton.

Eevie remained still with her hand on the doorknob for a moment more before turning her head to face in front of her.

"You couldn't save me...," she replied and you let out a horrible sob, you bending over placing your hands on your knees.

"I tried! For gods sake, I tried!" Your shoulders shook violently as you continue to sob before falling to you knees, the smell of burning paint and furniture intruding your space.

Dark mist continued to float out and above Dannys eyes, them completely black as he stared at you. You squeezed his forearm as he knelt beside you on the couch, your nails digging deep into his skin. You had been put to sleep by Dannys mark, immediately drifting into a nightmare. Your body was trembling as Danny held you under your sleep, preventing you from waking up.

You cried out with anguish, your cheeks wet from tears and Dannys eyes clenched shut as he lifted his chin to the ceiling, gritting his teeth. He groaned as his neck went stiff and contorted backwards at an awkward angle, his breathing chopped and uneven.

"More...I need more...," he grumbled, his chest heaving.

"Stop..., please stop...," you managed to whisper, your face glistening with sweat.

Danny lowered his head to look down at you, his shoulders and torso tense. Danny growled low within his throat before steadying his breath and the dark mist slowly began to dissipate from his eyes. Dannys expression softened as your eyes fluttered open and you immediately sat up, a deep routed, lingering heartache flowing throughout your chest. You glanced at him briefly as he remained knelt beside you before wiping your forhead and cheeks with the back of your hand. There was a long moment of silence where neither of you spoke as you looked away from Danny.

"I dont ever want to do that again...," you said, your voice barely audible and you sniffled a couple of times. "I want to leave..."

You stood to your feet and went to move towards the front door and was nearly knocked backwards as you felt your thighs being hugged tightly, Danny burrying his face in your lower abdomen.

"Don't go...stay with me...," he said against you, his arms wrapping around your thighs and bum even tighter.

Your hands remained awkwardly in the air, completely taken off guard by his sudden outburst. You brought your hands to Dannys shoulders as you stare down at him, your heart beating a mile a minute. He lifted his head to return your gaze, his hair falling messily to his temples.

You found yourself feeling bad for him as you both held each other’s gaze, his skin seeming paler than usual and the circles under his eyes were a deep purple.

"I'm sorry, Clumsy...I wont ask again, but please dont leave me now...," he whispered, his thick eyebrows knitting together.

Your grip on his shoulders relaxed as you slowly nodded your head and he flashed a weak smile.

"Thank you, baby...," he whispered, before bringing his face back to your lower abdomen, kissing you over your shirt. You blinked furiously as he let go of his tight hug from your thighs and slipped his hands under your shirt to grip your hips. Danny continued to kiss you softly up your left v-line while lifting your shirt, reminding you of a moment when you first met.

You involuntarily giggled before shaking your head, a mix of wanting him to continue and stop.

"Danny..., what are-" Youre words were cut short and your breath caught in your throat when Danny began to incorporate his tongue, his breathing heavy once again. He kissed his way up your stomach and chest, before standing to his feet with his hands finding their way to your waist, your shirt falling back down.

Your hands were placed on his shoulders and you averted his lustful eyes, knowing you would do anything he wanted in that moment.

"Look at me...," he whispered and your eyes remained lowered to the side, you feeling way too warm in the small living room.

"(y/n)..., look at me...,"

You slowly turned to face him and you stared at him with a mix of fascination and dread, the entirety of his eyes pitch black. You knew then that he was much more than just a Killer in the Entity's realm. That he was changing in a way that you couldn't understand but you knew enough that it could offer nothing but bad news.

A smile played on Dannys lips as he observed you, readjusting his grip around your waist.

"Are you afraid of me?" He asked once again, his head tilting to the side.

You didn't respond immediately as you both held eachother, a strange sensation briefly fluttering in your chest. You stared at him wide eyed before blinking.

"Yes," you said, it being the truth.

Dannys face was hard to read before he reached in his back pocket, pulling out the necklace with the ruby pendant.

"You dont have to wear it for now. Just keep it...close by," he said before bringing it in front of him to drop into your hand. You dipped your head in agreement and Danny placed his hand behind your upper back to pull you in closer, his hand sliding up to hold the back of your neck. He pulled you in, to where the side of your face rested on his firm chest, his free hand placed gracefully on your lower back.

"Such a good listener," he said softly as he rested his chin on top of your head.

Your eyes were slightly open as more questions and thoughts flashed through your mind and you strained your ear as you listened for his heartbeat, there being none.

***

You stared up at the forever night sky as you lay on your battered sleeping bag, a small pile of untouched berries next to a couple of books that Jake had given you. You sighed, feeling extremely tired even though you had just slept, and your head pulsed with a dull ache.

The night was eerily quiet, with not even the sounds of crickets chirping nearby. A soft breeze ruffled the leaves of the trees that rustled over you, their branches dancing against the black sky. Suddenly there was searing hot pain that radiated from the center of your chest and you reached your hand to grasp the area, you groaning through clenched teeth.

You raised your head slightly off of the ground with your mouth open wide choking for air, struggling to breathe from the pain that it caused. The pain then abruptly went away as quickly as it had came and you chased your breath, your chest heaving.

Your head crashed back down to the ground as you caught your breath, your eyes closing and your hand remained on your chest. Just when you were thinking about what had just happened, the pain returned again, even worse than before. You screamed at the top of your lungs in agony as you gripped your chest again, the pain blinding as you writhed on the ground.

You managed to lower your head to eye your chest as you screamed and your face twisted in horror when you saw tendrils of black mist rising out of the center of your chest through the gaps of your fingers. Your eyes were wide as saucers as you stare in absolute shock, your scream caught in your throat.

You began to convulse on your back and claw and scratch at your chest while screaming and you then sat up fully sucking in air, you being out of breath as you pulled the collar of your shirt down to reveal your chest, there being nothing out of the ordinary.

You realized you had been dreaming and looked around frantically in disbelief, your hair messy in front of your face.

"Oh my god. Oh my god, what the fuck!" You squealed, your body shuddering at the thought of the nightmare.

You allowed yourself a couple of deep breaths as you stare straight ahead, not remembering when Danny had brought you back from the abandoned realm known as Norwood. You massaged your temples as your head throbbed, feeling more than disturbed. You quickly stood to your feet with a groan before high tailing it to the main campfire, hoping Jake would be there.

As you made your way closer to the camp, familiar voices came into ear shot, the conversation being heated.

"What do you even know about this Tory person, Felix? They sound fucking crazy!" Jake's voice boomed throughout the clearing, his hands waving in the air.

"Taurie...their name is, Taurie," Felix mumbled.

Jake opened his mouth to respond before he stood to his feet when he saw you approach, his face visibly concerned.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his mouth slightly agape and you assumed you must look a mess.

Felix was seated next to Bill on a log, both of them following you with their heads as you made your way towards jake to sit on the log he had stood from. You didn't respond as all three stared at you, Jake slowly lowering himself back down to sit.

There was an awkward moment of silence before Bill broke it with lighting a cigarette, sucking on it hard and long.

"Hey kid," he said while blowing smoke above his head, the wrinkles in his forhead creasing.

You raised your head to meet his gaze, forcing a smile.

Jake placed a hand on your knee while dragging his thumb back and forth as he eyed you carefully with a half smile.

"Sorry if I disturbed you, Felix has me livid with the thought of seeing this...this cult leader nut. As if we dont already live a crazy reality...," Jake shook his head with a frown.

"I dont care what you, Claud or anyone else thinks. I'm going to go see her." Felix crossed one leg over the other, his arms hugging himself loosely.

Jake scoffed before turning his head to the side, flexing his jaw.

Bill took another drag followed by staggered puffs, lifting his face up slightly.

"I've been here a long time and no one has been able to kill themselves. Felix, you know it isint possible...," Bill said, his voice calm.

Felix glanced at you briefly before focusing on the fire, his face gaunt. Felix didnt respond as he wiped his eyes with shaky fingers before lowering his hands back down in his lap.

You stared hard at Felix as all four of you sat in silence, your mind racing with thoughts. You never truly thought about permanent death, mostly because you had believed it was impossible. But now with the possibility of it being true, you felt it was a way out, an end, like Felix had said.

You turned to look at Jake who was still visibly upset and you realized that perhaps he did believe it was possible and was upset at the fact he would lose a friend. Your heart hurt before you went to speak, understanding you were about to make things a whole lot worse.

"I want to go as well. I will go with you Felix...," you said, Felix lifting his head fo meet your stare, a knowing look in his eyes.

Jake turned to take a hold of your hand, his grip tight and his jaw to the floor.

"What are you doing? Youre just getting your hopes up!" His voice rising.

You placed your hand on his, a grim smile forming on your face.

"I need to do this, Jake. I need to know if its true...if it's possible."

He stared at you hard, searching your eyes frantically and you knew he was far past hurt.

Jake went to protest again but your eyes were pleading with him and he closed his mouth before lowering his head in his hands.

Bill let out a singular hack lung cough before flicking his cigarette into fhe fire, a deep frown on his face.

"I still don't like what's going on with the silent Killers. The Entity will hunger if It goes too long without enough misery to feast on...What is that fucker up to?" He said, his voice low and his eyes distant.

You remembered Danny telling you how many Killers, including himself are not all mindless killing machines. How they think for themselves, unlike what you've been told. You were unsure if there was a connection, your mind being too preoccupied with others issues to really care.

Felix then stood to his feet, his hands placed in his back pockets.

"Meet me at the pond tomorrow around this same time and we will go to where Taurie resides. Though she is new here, you would never guess it based on the information she knows." Felix waited for your acknowledgement and when you dipped your head he turned to leave, briskly walking towards a trail. Jake's disappointment was palpable but he remained quiet.

You sighed quietly before feeling one of your jeans pockets, a bumpy bulge brushing your palm. You reached in to pull out the necklace Danny had given you and you went to put it back but stopped abruptly. You held the ruby in your palm as you gazed down at it, the swirling tendrils of smoke dancing inside.

"That sure is a pretty necklace. Is it good luck?" Bill asked, placing his hands behind him to rest on the log.

You raised your eyebrows as your eyes remained fixed on the pendant, a strange tingling sensation making its way across your chest, leaving goosebumps.

"I dont know," you whispered. "Something tells me I'll find out."

Chapter 17

Summary:

Things are not what they seem when you and Felix visit Taurie and a long time passes since you last see The Ghostface.

Quiet whispers that sounded vaguely like hissing came from the smooth ruby pendant as you held it in your hand. You stared at with apprehension as you sat at the edge of the large pond, the sound of its water lapping at your feet. You ran your thumb across the rubys surface, feeling an almost gravitational pull towards it, similar to the one you felt in the trial.

I shouldn't wear this. Its wrong...

You frowned deeply at the memory of your dream about the awful pain in your chest, the invasive and creepy feeling of black mist emerging from its center.

You sighed loudly while shaking your head, bringing the gold chain back and around your neck to clasp it. The ruby sat in your chests center, it feeling almost comforting as you eyed it from above.

But I want to wear it, I want to have it on.

You leaned forward while placing your hand on your lower back to massage the muscles, it being unusually tense and stiff. Felix had asked that you meet him at the pond to go see Taurie, and you looked around the area with squinted eyes, Felix being nowhere in sight.

There was then movement across the pond on its other side from where you sat, a flash of white catching your eye. You straightened your back as you stared at the figure, your eyes adjusting. After a few seconds The Ghostface came into view, him seeming small from the distance between you two. Your mouth opened slightly as you both stared at eachother, your heart skipping.

"Don't go." A voice, though, it was more like a feeling echoed inside of your head, and you stood to your feet, your arms loose at your sides.

"Do not see her. Stay...," the voice said again, it sounding faintly like Dannys.

"Danny? Is that you? How are you doing this?" You asked out loud, you straining your eyes as you stare even harder across the pond at The Ghostface who remained still.

"It knows what you want to do. It will take the very thing that makes you, you. Don't go." Danny repeated, his voice clear as day in your head.

You opened your mouth to reply, your voice being caught in your throat.

"What does It know? Who...what are you saying?" You stammered.

The Ghostface remained standing for a few more moments before turning on his heels and disappearing behind the dark tree line. You stared after him dumbfounded and your fingers reached for your pendant idly.

"Hey, you ready?" Though Felix voice was weak and quiet you still turned to face him with a jump, shocked that you didnt hear him approach.
Felix eyed you with concern as he observed your expression, his eyes glancing down to your necklace.

"Are you okay?" He asked and you relaxed your face before nodding, placing your hands in your pockets.

"Yeah. Yeah, im fine. Just zoned out. Do you know the way?" You asked.

"Yes, it will take some time to reach her as she likes to be isolated. Not many people have seen her, not even in trials. Its almost like she doesn't even get summoned to them. I hope she can do what I've been told."

You gazed at Felix with compassion, understanding he was ready for the end. Ready to leave this horrible place. Ready, to die.

"Let's go," he said, and you followed close behind him to a lightly traveled trail that led extremely deep into the woods. Woods that you've never explored yourself. You turned around briefly to give the pond one last look, a part of you hoping to see the Ghostface was there, but he wasn't.

It had been what felt to you, just over an hour before Felix pointed out you both were close to Taurie, strange markings on trees and meticulously placed stones lining the trail.

Faint flickering of light from a fire could be seen behind the trees as you both got closer. As you stepped into a small clearing, you gasped quietly as you went to cover your mouth and nose. The sick smell of death and decay reached your nose and turned your stomach. You turned to look at Felix who seemed to be unaffected by the putrid air and he raised his finger to point straight ahead.

"There," he whispered and you followed his gaze. A few feet away was a small woman with shaved hair sitting crosslegged in front of a small fire, thick black smoke rising high into the air above it. From what you could tell from the distance, her eyes were closed and her hands were in her lap, holding a couple of short sticks.

You felt yourself feeling frozen where you stood, your legs unwilling to budge.

Felix turned to face you before placing a hand on your shoulder, a tired smile growing on his face.

"Hey, it will be alright. Let's go."

You swallowed hard as you went to follow him as he walked towards Taurie, your hands feeling clammy as you wiped them on your jeans.

"H...hello. Are you Taurie? Ive...I've been told you could help us...leave from here. Permanently." Felix came to a stop in front of the fire, with you pulling up behind him. Your eyebrows raised high when you observed Taurie at a closer distance, her neck scarred with a similar marking that was on the trees from earlier, it giving you a horrible feeling in the pit if your stomach.

Taurie slowly opened her eyes, her gaze drifting up to stare at you and Felix, her lips a thin line. She stared at both of you with what you could only describe felt like pure hatred, but it was gone in a flash before the corners of her lips rose slightly into a grim smile.

"Sit," she mumbled.

Felix glanced at you before nodding once with reassurance, sitting to Tauries left while you sat to her right, the three of you surrounding the small fire pit. Your eyes drifted down to her hands which remained in her lap, and you realized what she held was not sticks, but bones.

Taurie lifted her face to the sky, her nose crinkling in the air as she sniffed a couple times.

"Something smells foul," she hissed before turning to look at you and then Felix.

You stared at Felix across the fire before audibly gulping, finding it hard to imagine what she could be smelling other than the stench of rotting flesh.

Taurie exhaled long and hard, her face relaxing.

"You want to die then, yes? You've found that you can't keep going on, in The Entity's little game?" She asked, her eyes on the fire.

Felix gazed at her with wide and hopeful eyes while nodding profusely, you staring with apprehension at both of them. The pendant on your chest felt warm on your skin drawing your attention and you brought your fingers to touch it, finding yourself desiring to see Danny and to be in his presence.

"Where did you get that?" Tauries voice was low and you lifted your head to look at her, her side eyeing the pendant with disgust.

"I...I found it. I take things with me sometimes from the other realms...," you whispered, unable to hold Tauries piercing gaze.

"You shouldn't take things that aren't yours...only The Entity can do that...," she grumbled, her lips curling into a snarl.

Taurie then faced to stare at the fire once again, her tossing the bones she held into the pit without care. There was a painfully long moment of silence as Taurie closed her eyes, before she finally spoke.

"There is value in our pain and suffering and unimaginable power comes from it when its harvested correctly. Physical, mental...spiritual...pain is everywhere." Taurie spoke low but clear and you turned to face her and Felix, Felix's eyes also being closed.

"The Entity has perfected the collection of despair and has used It to take you away from your mundane lives, and so will It do the same in order for you to leave."

Taurie then reached out a hand for Felix to take, and she turned it carefully to where his palm faced upwards. She brought a small knife up to it and sliced deeply, causing Felix to wince in pain.

"Over the fire," she commanded and Felix brought his bleeding palm above it, his blood pouring into the flames and disintegrating with an audble hiss.

Taurie then turned to face you and she reached for your hand, waiting for you to place it in her own. You hesitated as you sat staring, afraid. You had thought you would just talk to her not actually perform any rituals. Felix dipped his head as he stared at you across the flames, sweat beading on his forehead.

"This is it, (y/n). This is our way out. Our way to peace."

You stared blinking at him, unsure you were ready to commit to something so permanent. You weren't sure if you were willing to leave your friends, Jake and above all, and much to your surprise, Danny.

"What is it going to be, girl...," Taurie mumbled, her voice laced with agitation and impatience.

You suddenly placed your hand in her own to where your palm faced up and Taurie was quick to make the deep slice, you gritting your teeth from the crude and harsh cut. Taurie pointed to the fire and you brought your hand to if as Felix did, and your blood disingrated instantly when it connected with the flames.

"Good...very good. Now, think of something that causes you great grief and sadness. Think about it with clarity."

You watched at Felix closed his eyes, undoubtedly thinking of his wife and child from his past life. His eyebrows knit together as a singular tear made its way down his cheek, his chin trembling.

"Get out. Leave there now...," Dannys disembodied voice once again rang clear inside of your head and you had the strong desire to stand and flee.

You closed your eyes to try and think of your baby sister and the raging fire that caused almost half of your body to endure seering hot pain, leaving scars and ultimately claiming the life of Eevie. But you struggled to focus as Dannys voice continued to intrude and pull you away. There was a part of you that sensed another presence entirely. You had sensed it as soon as you entered Tauries small clearing.

The presence was oppressive and thick in the air, making it hard to breathe. You recognized it in trials during the couple of times you had actually been sacrificed and your pain feasted upon. It was non other than The Entity, undeniably so.

The rising panic made its way up your spine and flooded your chest, your heart racing.

I shouldn't be here...something is not right. Its watching us.

"Now...place you hand into the flames. Do not move them, or you will ruin the sequence," Taurie said, her eyes narrowed as she stare ahead.

Felix brought his shaky hands to the fire with his palms facing down. Immediately, his head flew backwards and his neck was bent to its max, straining for breaths. He groaned and choked as he tried to gasp for air as his arms remained outstretched over the fire.

You watched in horror as Felix's eyes opened wide with terror as if he was seeing something you could not. He began to scream and cry out in utter fear, being unable to move from an unseen force.

Taurie turned to you, her eyes appearing to be bloodshot.

"What are you waiting for? Place your hands over the fire!" She yelled, you scooting back on your bum in response. You turned to face Felix again, your heart hurting seeing him in such pain. Felix wailed in cries of torment, tears flowing down the sides of his face.

"You stupid cunt. Put your fucking hands over the FIRE!" Tauries voice echoed throughout the clearing and bounced off the trees and you jumped to your feet, your eyes fixed on Felix, wanting to help him. To take him back to the survivor campsite.

Felix's horrible cries were then abruptly cut short from a snap of his neck, the sound turning your stomach upside down. You watched as Felix went limp onto the dirt below, his body twisted in an unnatural position. There was dead silence as you stood there mortified, your mouth agape.

You nearly fell back in shock when you watched an unseen force grab Felix and drag him backwards into the tree line as his body smashed against them, disappearing within seconds. Taurie began to laugh quietly to herself, her shoulders shaking.

"You stupid, foolish survivors. When will you learn that you will never be able to leave here? You will never be able to escape Her. It will always and forever be, Her will be done." Taurie slowly rose to her feet as she watched you take a couple steps backwards towards the trail, the overwhelming sense of despair suffocating as it coursed its way through your veins.

"Do what you do best and run. Run and tell the others that there is no escape. You are owned...," you took one more step back as you watched an unnaturally wide smile stretch across Tauries face before turning on your heels and sprinting as fast as your body would allow you to go, back the way you and Felix had came.

***

"I added some wild birch to this brew, along with lavender and mint as you know. Have you been drinking the other tea I made you?" Claudette asked, her looking around for empty cups.

You smiled as you reached for the fresh cup of tea she made you, it feeling nice and warm in your hands.

"Thanks Claud, but I really dont need you to make me anymore. I've been surprisingly okay. Its you, im worried about," you said, Claudette rubbing the side of her arm.

"I'm doing the best that I can. There was no convincing him, I tried. Felix was going to see her no matter what," she said, her lips pursed.

You sighed as you brought your sleeping bag up to cover your legs, taking a sip of the calming tea.

"Well, do you want to sit here with me for a bit? I could use the company," You asked with a smile.

Claudette readjusted the bottom of her shirt before smoothing it out meticulously.

"I've got some things I've got to do in the supply shed as well as some more planting. Thank you, though," she replied, returning your smile but her eyes held a deep rooted sorrow.

You watched her walk away as you held the cup of tea in your hands, a frown forming on your face. It had been many nights since you had ran back from the horrible experience with Taurie, watching Felix get snatched away into the woods after he appeared to die. Tauries words haunted you as you recalled them, you being sure to tell the others what she had said.

After having time to reflect over what had happened, you came to the conclusion there really was no true way to escape The Entity or its playground. You truly were just toys for It to mess with and a part of you believed some of that rang true for Killers as well.

You recognized that Danny was trying to warn you of Taurie and you shuddered at the thought of almost meeting Felix's same fate if Danny didnt interfere. You looked down at the necklace as it lay on your chest, feeling like Danny was close. You had longed to see him since your last encounter at the pond, it seeming like months ago. You had looked for him during trials only to be met with a different Killer.

You found yourself missing the way he stared at you with a mix of possesiveness and admiration. You missed the way how his hand would find its way to your throat or how his tongue felt against your skin. It bothered you how right he was when he knew you enjoyed the way that he tricked your body and mind into thinking pain was pleasure, how he knew what you were.

You would try and seek what you wanted so badly from Jake but he was always being too careful with you, it never being enough. You felt so selfish when your mind would drift off to think about Danny when you and Jake would get intimate. There would be nights when you would stare at the tree line that surrounded your sleeping quarters for hours, waiting to see that familiar white mask with a forever horrified expression, only to be let down when The Ghostface never showed up.

You wondered if something had happened, though what, you couldn't guess. You wondered if maybe you had upset Danny in some way for him to never want to see you again, the thought hurting you more than you desired. You placed your tea down before reaching your hands to the back of your neck to unclasp the necklace, it falling gracefully into your hand.

You brought the pendant up to your eye level to see the mist swirling tirelessly inside.

"Danny?" You asked outloud, feeling foolish.

"Danny, where are you?" You asked it, silence being the only response.

Chapter 18

Summary:

Youre in a trial with The Ghostface after not seeing him for a long time, you struggling with your split feelings.

The loud metallic sound from the generator rang throughout the basement located under the pre-school after it had been repaired to completion, you and Claudette standing to your feet.

You both looked around you for any movement with your eyes scanning the lockers that lined the grimy walls, water dripping occasionally from exposed pipes.

"That's number two with no sign of the Killer," Claudette whispered, the collar of her shirt damp from sweat.

The basement was stuffy and warm, you being thankful for the lightweight sport shorts and matching tank you entered the match with. Claudettes eyes drifted down to your chest where the necklace lay, its ruby pendant sticking out like a sore thumb.

She had never inquired about it to you, though you had caught her sneaking glances at it back at the camp. You felt a part of Claudette wanted you to tell her about it on your own terms.

The pendant was warm on your skin and the pull towards the hatch was strong, you knowing immediately where it would be and that it woukd open when you neared it. Another generator came to life off somewhere above and a grin stretched across Claudettes face, you recognizing her confidence that she usually had during trials.

"Another easy escape then, I suppose. Though, we need to find out who the Killer is. We need to be two steps ahead." Claudette wiped her forehead and cheek with the back of her hand before pulling on her collar briefly.

The truth was, you knew exactly who the Killer was from the moment you had been summoned to trial. It was so very clear and obvious to you, you practically sensing him as your world came into view. It was The Ghostface, and you knew you were only able to tell because of the necklace he had given you with what seemed like months ago.

It had been so terribly long since you had last seen him across the pond, before you went to see Taurie with Felix. You had searched the best you could during your past trials and had waited for hours upon hours at both where you slept and the pond for Danny to show up. You had ultimately concluded he no longer wanted to see you again, that perhaps the last time you saw him in the abandoned realm made things sour.

You had regretted getting upset with him then, even though being held under your sleep while having a nightmare was extremely unpleasant. You recalled how you also said you didnt want to see him anymore and how you would not be wearing the necklace, both being ultimately untrue.

You rubbed the back of your neck with your hand, a guilty expression taking over your face as you look at Claudette.

"The Killer is The Ghostface...," you muttered.

Claudette leaned forward a bit, her hands rising up as she shrugged.

"How do you know?" She asked.

Your eyes drifted past her over her shoulder, movement catching your eye in the small and somewhat hidden room behind her.

"I just do. Trust me," you said.

Claudette dipped her head even more, her eyes poking out above her glasses. She stared at you warily for a few seconds before pushing her glasses up her nose.

"Okay, I believe you and will proceed accordingly. I'll let Jake or Dwight know when or if I see them. I'm not worried about it, we've escaped plenty of times from him."

You forced a smile before she turned to head up the stairs, her waving her hand for you to follow.

"I'll be right behind, go on ahead," you said quietly.

Claudette nodded once before making her way quietly and carefully upstairs, her ability to remain almost soundless amazing you once again.

You watched her as she turned a corner out of sight and slowly walked over to the small room, you eyeing the filthy mattress on the floor. A flash of purple came from your right in your periphery and you gasped when you turned, swearing you saw your little sister.

"Eevie?" You whispered, your voice barely audible.

I'm losing my mind.

Your eyes scanned the room a bit more and you noticed a chest next to a small bed, you quickly walking to it and opening it. You reached in to grab a toolbox before opening it, the familiar sight of the screwdriver resting in the middle. You grabbed it before standing to your feet to walk back the way you had came.

To your right, there was a small slit through the old and rotted wooden boards that made up the rooms wall and you stood still in your tracks, never noticing it before. You crept up to it feeling them and you realized you could probably slip through yourself. You squinted and noticed there was a small and weakly lit candle on the floor behind it with faint markings that you couldn't quite make out, carved around it.

You frowned as you took a couple steps away befode turning to make your way out of the room and up the stairs. You found yourself not bothering to remain hidden as you stepped outside of the preschool, the screwdriver tight in your grasp. You looked both left and right down the dark street, the street lamps providing little light. You began to walk casually down the street and your heart fluttered as you passed the very vehicle where you let Danny have his way with you.

You kept an eye out for movment not only for Jake, Dwight and Claudette but also The Ghostface. You scanned the area as you reached the end of the street and turned to face the house located on the other side. Your eyes drifted up to the second floor where a window was opened wide, a shadow flashing across it from behind.

You bit your lip before half running and half walking to the front door, you carefully making your way inside. The house was deadly quiet as you passed the couch where you told Danny about your past and your burn marks, you tip toeing your way up the stairs.

"Danny?" You whispered, before peeking inside a small room, it being empty.

You made your way back to the hallway to walk inside the other bedroom, your head slowly turning as your eyes passed over a broken bed, dresser and a mirror that was so dirty it was incapable of showing you your reflection. You frowned with a disappointed sigh as you turned around to leave and you found yourself nearly crashing into an unmoving and solid figure, black the only thing you could see.

Your mouth opened in shock as the faint smell of cinnamon reached your nose. Your hand reached out infront of you as you placed your palm on The Ghostface chest, feeling his cloak upwards. You raised your head to meet his stare, a smile flashing across your face and a wave of heat making its way down your cheeks and neck.

"Danny, where have you been? Its been...I dont even know how long. I waited for you every night!" You whisperd harshly, you looking side to side to make sure no one else was there.

The Ghostface remained still as he stood just out of the doorway in the hall, his knife gripped tightly in his gloved hand.

You tugged on the chest portion of his cloak playfully, already wanting his hands on your body. Your face twisted in confusion when he didnt respond.

"I should th...no, I want to thank you for warning me of Taurie. Warning me about the Entity...," you said more quietly, your hand feeling up his chest to his shoulder.

The silence was deafening as The Ghostface simply stared down at you with his arms to his sides, it making you extremely uncomfortable now.

"Look, Im wearing the necklace. I know it makes us closer. I'm sure you will tell me how it does eventually...," you smiled meekly as your eyes searched the voids of his mask, desiring to see his dark eyes and his red lips.

"Talk to me...," you finally said. The sound of the fourth generator filled the realm and the Ghostface abruptly turned and began to walk down the hallway and down the stairs. You reached a hand out towards him and went to follow but stopped yourself short, afraid of being seen by the others.

Why wont he speak to me?

Hurt, but more to your surpirse, frustration had been building up. Truthfully, for a very long time. You hadn't seen him for so long and now found he wouldn't even talk to you when you finally did.

Screams came from outside and you ran downstairs and out of the house to see Dwight had been hooked, The Entity reaching down to take him for Its own. Before you could reach him you saw Jake take him down effortlessly, them both crouching and walking behind thick and tall hedges. You quickly caught up, placing a gentle hand on Dwights back as Jake applied pressure to a gushing wound to Dwights stomach.

Quiet whimpers escaped through Dwights clenched teeth as he was on his knees, shaking his head.

"I'm not gonna make it out...," he whispered. Jake glanced at you with concern, waiting for you to start applying aid. But he noticed you seemed distracted and far away, and when you didn't react Jake grunted before removing his shirt and ripping it to wrap around Dwights lower abdomen tightly.

"You will," he said gruffly.

Your eyes were distant as your mind raced with thoughts of Danny, you struggling to focus on the issue before you.

"I dont know man, I feel weak..., I dont want to die. I dont want to be sacrificed. I dont care that its only temporary...," Dwights glasses fogged as he began to cry and Jake squeezed Dwights shoulder, Jake shooting you a concerned glance, waiting for you to give Dwight words of encouragement but your eyes were glazed.

Jake gripped Dwights shoulder even tighter, prompting Dwight to lift his head.

"You know what to do, go to the safe spot and wait for the sound of the gates. Don't move until you see any of us approach the gate. We've got this, bud." Jake helped Dwight to his feet as you remained crouched.

"Can you make it there?" Jake asked Dwight. Dwights head hung low but he nodded weakly, his arm pressing agaisnt his wound.

"I think so...," Dwight said.

Jake gave Dwight a reassuring nod and smile and watched as Dwight bent low as he made his way quietly towards one of the gates.

Jake crouched back down to you, his expression full of concern and slight frustration.

"Hey, what's going? Dwight could have really used you there." Jake spoke quietly while occasionally glancing behind him.

"Im sorry...Im just not okay...," you mumbled, avoiding Jake's stare.

Jake scanned your body while placing his hand on your arm.

"Are you hurt? Did he stab you?" Jake asked, his eyes full of worry.

Your face flashed with offense, before abruptly standing to your feet.

"What?! No, no Im not hurt," you said without any attempt to quiet yourself.

"Hey! Hey, be quiet!" Jake hissed while pulling your hand down, you lowering yourself back to your knees.

"What the hell has gotten into you? What is going on?" Jake took a hold of your shoulders while leaning in.

"Nothing...Im sorry," you lifted your eyes to meet his worried stare, you feeling guilty and foolish for how you felt.

"Im okay, truly. Let's get of here," you said.

Jake's face relaxed a bit as he released your shoulders, his eyes drifting down to the screwdriver in your hand. A faint smile appeared on his face, his expression proud.

"Atta girl," he whispered.

You both smiled at eachother before standing up, crouched.

"One more generator. I know where it is, but i suggest you head to the gate to meet Dwight and scout for Claud. We're on limited time now, Dwight wont make it much longer."

You both nodded in agreement before turning opposite ways, Jake headed to a generator and you seeking out one of the gates.

Your mind raced with frustrated thoughts, your feelings being split in two as you made your way behind a small garden, the large archway of the gate in the far distance. You suddenly saw Dwight crouched low with his back towards you and he was pressed and hidden behind a small garden shed, it being a decent spot to hide near the gate due to the angle at which it sat.

Suddenly your eyes narrowed as you squinted ahead of you and you saw the Ghostface crouched low to the ground, the straps of his cloak rising high above him with dark mist surrounding his entire body. You realized the Ghostface didnt notice you behind him as he stalked and marked Dwight.

You were shocked at how close you were actually able to get to the Ghostface before he noticed you and stood to his feet before turning around. The black mist seemed to disintegrate instantly when you locked eyes, the Ghostface letting out an aggravated sigh.

You both were far from the main street, it being even darker from the trees that surrounded you.

You stood a couple of feet in front of him now, your emotions making it near impossible to focus on anything else other than him.

"Why won't you speak to me?" You asked as you took a step towards him. Your body buzzed with lust as you got even closer and you reached for his hand, slowly bringing it up to your throat.

"I miss you...I, need you...," you said, uncaring how you must look or sound.

The Ghostface began to wrap his fingers around your throat, but it quickly began to hurt as he squeezed even harder. You suddenly felt yourself being thrown violently to the side by your neck, your back crashing against a white fence. The breath had been knocked out of you as you lay sprawled on your hands and knees in the grass, your hair flung in front of your face.

You gradually raised your head as you watched The Ghostface approach you, his boots by your hands. Your eyes were on the verge of tears as you stared up at him, completely shocked by his reaction.

The Ghostface brought the tip of his bloodied knife to your head, pushing your hair to the side out of your face.

"Stay out of my way," he mumbled.

You pressed your lips together as you found your hurt and agitation turning into anger. Anger that he was ignoring you.

You grunted as you reached for your screwdriver before standing to your feet, your heart racing in your ears.

"I hate you," you said before pushing on his chest with all of your might, finding yourself not caring anymore if anyone saw. The Ghostface was unmoving as you did so, making you only more upset.

You stared at him with narrowed and wet eyes when he did not react and you went to push him again. The Ghostface grabbed one of your wrists mid air with skillful precision and you went to pull your arm way angrily while you grunted through clenched teeth.

The Ghostface then bent your wrist at an awful angle causing you to fall to your knees in pain, you cursing obscenities at him.

"Stay. Out. Of. My. Way," he repeated, his voice a grumble.

Your anger faded as you sobbed once and he released your wrist, you pulling it in to hold. The final generator sang and the Ghostface stared at you for a moment more before turning and walking briskly out of sight as he rounded the fence.

You cried softly as you remained on your knees, not understanding why he was acting this way. Not understanding why you couldn't let it go.

You slowly rose to your feet with your screwdriver in hand, wiping your eyes with your tank top. You began to walk towards the gate, Dwight no longer being in the spot he was in. You heard the loud sound of the gate opening and saw Claudette was standing in its archway, waving her arms to someone who was out of your direct line of sight.

You suddenly gasped as you realized she was waving to Dwight who was crawling on his stomach now, unable to stand. Claudette was panicking and you wondered why she was not going to Dwights aid immediately. You quickly understood when behind Dwight, was The Ghostface, following Dwight as he crawled towards Claudette and the gate.

You were still quite a distance away and began to run towards them, the familiar and right fear for your friends well being, returning. Dwight was screaming at Claudette to leave him behind as you got closer, her backing up closer and closer to the threshold. The Ghostface suddenly lunged at Claudette, his blade a glimmer in the air from his speed as he slashed at Claudettes chest.

Your nearly tripped as you continue to run closer to the gate, it seeming so far away as you watched your friend scream in pain. Claudettes hand reached for her chest before she looked at Dwight one last time, her face filled with anguish. She then hesitantly turned to cross the threshold, leaving Dwight.

Before the Ghostface went to pick up Dwight from the ground, Jake seemed to appear out of nowhere- him stepping in between Dwight and The Ghostface. Jake clenched his eyes shut as the Ghostface inserted his blade in Jakes side, holding and twisting his knife multiple times. Jake made little to no sound as he was stabbed, his mouth open in a silent scream.

Dwight continued to crawl and was able escape passed the threshold, Jake distracting The Ghostface just long enough. You screamed when you saw the Ghostface pull out his blade and stab Jake again in a different part of his ribs, Jake's body doubling over.

Jake fell forward prompting the Ghostface to also bend forward to catch him, allowing Jake to fall on his shoulder. Just as you approached the gate, the Ghostface lifted Jake up, gripping his calves and ankles. You quickly situated yourself in front of the Ghostface as he turned to carry Jake to a sacrificial hook, a part of you angry at him for hurting Jake and another part of you angry for giving you the cold shoulder.

Jake fought to be let go but he was gravely injured and his attempt was weak. The Ghostface let out a angry growl as you stood in his way and he took a fist full of your tank top with one hand, swinging you to the side effortlessly out from in front of him.

You fell to your bum, again shocked by his strength. You scrambled to your feet, running ahead of him to the hook he was going for, glancing behind you briefly. You could feel his eyes on your back as he quickly approached, you falling to your knees to shove the tool into the base of the hook, Jake's very near future in your hands.

Your hands were shaking horribly from adrenaline and you laughed in disbelief when you heard the hook drop from the stand and base. You stood to your feet and turned to stare at the Ghostface defiantly, unable to hide the smug look that had formed on your face.

The Ghostface then came to a complete stop a couple feet in front of you now, with Jake still slung over his shoulder. You watched as he suddenly lowered Jake to his feet, Jake barely able to stand. The Ghostface placed his arm around Jake's neck in a chokehold as he held him in front and Jake met your stare, his expression pained and his eyes barely open.

Jake's abdomen suddenly lurched forward as The Ghostface shoved his knife in Jakes lower back, Jake crying out in pain now.

"NO!" You screamed as you watched blood gather at the corners of Jake's lips. The Ghostface inserted his blade again in the same area, Jake's body jolting from the sheer force.

Your heart and mind were racing, trying to figure out what to say. What to do, to get the Ghostface to let Jake go. An idea then bloomed in your mind as you watched Jake cough up blood, his head falling back on the Ghostface chest as he held Jake up. An idea you weren't entirely sure would work and even if it did you weren't sure if Jake could even make it out, but you had to try.

You would run. Run, back deep into the realm and far away from the gate. The Ghostface tilted his head as he watched you, the tension in the air thick.

You glanced at Jake one last time with wide eyes before taking a step back, you staring into The Ghostface eyes. The Ghostface continued to hold Jake as you took another step back, you dropping the tool to the floor. The Ghostface arm loosened around Jakes neck as he continue to watch you take another step back before eventually releasing Jake alltogether, Jake crumbling to his knees.

You swallowed hard as you knew here, the Ghostface would chase you. You were prepared for the worst. A horrible mix of pain, fear, confusion, hurt and bitterness flooding your chest. You then turned on your heels heading for the abandoned pre-school, adrenaline pulsing through your veins as you ran as fast as you could, your chest on fire.

Even though you couldn't hear or see him, you could feel him behind you, pursuing you with a burning desire in which you too, felt the same.

Chapter 19

Summary:

The Ghostface pursues you after you interrupt his kill, you both hashing things out.

As you took off in a sprint down the street your eyes flit to the front entrance of the school, its light spilling out from the doorway onto the concrete. Right before you entered, you turned to see if the Ghostface was still behind you. You paused briefly in the doorway, seeing that he was still pursuing you, but had slowed to a casual walk.

You raised your eyebrows as you tried to catch your breath, a flicker of fright igniting in your chest. Behind the Ghostface lie Jake and you watched him struggle to get on his knees, swaying from blood loss.

Please make it to the gate...please make it.

Your eyes returned to the Ghostface as he continue to stroll towards you, his head tilted to the side ever so slightly. You knew he was angry with you, beyond frustrated and you found yourself again testing him and his fascination for you. You felt that he knew you purposefully ran, triggering him to chase you. You also felt he could have easily ignored it, but he didnt.

The Ghostface was getting closer as he passed under a street lamp and you knew he would eventually catch up to you. It being what you wanted. You suddenly disappeared into the school, running down the long hallway which was lined by broken and bustsd lockers. You yelped when you felt yourself falling forward, your hands reaching out before you as you crashed and fell to your knees.

You turned awkwardly on the floor to see you had tripped on a rogue sneaker, its laces sprawled and tangled.

Grunting, you scrambled to your feet while balancing yourself on the wall, taking off in a full sprint once again. You turned your head quickly to shoot a glance behind you, the Ghostface standing still at the opposite end the of hall, being in no rush as he watched you run. Your body was charged with adrenaline and waves of excitement.

You let out a breathy laugh, shocking yourself by the exhilaration of him chasing you provided. As you reached the end of the hall you ran back down the stairs you had previously ascended earlier, you eyeing the completed generator humming like a well oiled machine.

You knew it was only a matter of minutes before the Ghostface would be descending the stairs and you ran into the small and sad excuse for a room where you had discovered the secret closet from earlier. You ran past it, glancing briefly inside of it again, the same dimly lit candle resting in the middle of strange markings.

You turned to look at the bed, considering going under it again as your heart raced. You shook your head as you turned to face the other end of the room where you had entered, waiting at any moment for the Ghostface to enter himself. You continue to back up slowly before feeling your heels connect with a hard object, you turning down to look, realizing it was the chest you had opened earlier. You kicked it under the bed so that you could back up against the furthest corner of the room, your palms pressed against the wall behind you.

You waited with baited breath as you stare at the other side of the room, the anticipation killing you. You inhaled sharply to hold your breath when you heard footsteps descend slowly and thoughtfully down the stairs, one at a time.

"If you could only hear how loud you are. Though, something tells me you arent trying to be quiet at all..." The Ghostface voice was cool as it glided off his tongue, though you sensed impatience behind it.

You swallowed hard when you saw his black boot step into the room, his tall and cloaked figure following behind. Though you had seen him bloodied and shrouded before, you couldn't help but feel afraid. Your eyes lifted above his head to gawk at his cloaks straps, them floating gracefully behind him.

There was a long moment of you just staring at each other at opposite ends of the room, the tension palpable. The Ghosteface flexed his fingers over the handle of his knife, blood collecting at the tip of it as it pointed to the floor. Your eyes drifted down to his gloved hands which were blood soaked, a pain shooting through your heart as you knew it was Jake's.

"I thought you were a good listener, but you disappoint me. I told you, to keep away." You blinked wildy at the agitation and bitterness growing in his voice.

Warm heat could be felt from your chest and you peered down to glance at it, the back mist swirling wildly inside, the most active you had ever seen it. You raised your gaze to look at the Ghostface again and he brought his fingertips up to his mask to touch the blood that had been spattered across it. He brought his fingertips in front of his face, rubbing the blood between them gingerly before lifting his head to look at you once again.

You wet your lips before you straightened yourself against the wall.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" You asked, trying to find the confidence in your voice as you were still afraid.

The Ghostface didnt respond as he began to walk closer to you, his arms at his sides as he squeezed the handle of his knife again. You were unmoving when he finally stopped in front of you, the metallic and faint smell of fresh blood reaching your nose.

The Ghostface reached to grab your face with his hand and he readjusted his grip occasionally from the amount of blood on his glove.Your hands remained lowered as you returned his stare, your question hanging in the air.

"You ask too many fucking questions...," he grumbled before pushing you hard against the wall. You gasped as he continue to hold your face, your eyelids becoming heavy as you looked up at him. You bit your lip, you enjoying this side of him. He was dangerous and violent, you knowing for some time that you found it attractive, guiltily so.

The Ghostface growled before taking a hold of your upper arm, you wincing from his tight grip. He practically dragged you over to the sink, a partially broken mirror hanging above it. Your bum was pressed against the white porcelain with your hands finding their way to the sinks edge to hold on to.

The Ghostface brought his knifes tip up to your chest, playing with the pendant briefly before lifting it up to the side of your face. You audibly gulped as he dragged its tip down to your chin, tracing your jaw. He leaned in close to your face, pieces of your hair clinging to your damp neck.

"Though I may have lost the desire to hurt and sacrifice you for the Entity, that doesn't mean I dont crave your screams...I want to hear them more than anyone…" His voice sent chills down your spine and you found that you believed him.

Your eyes strained to look at his knife as he continue to trace your face with its tip. Your eyes lifted to his once again and you raised your hand to his mask, wanting to remove it.

The Ghostface yanked his head back before you could even touch it, grabbing your waist and spinning you around. Your lower abdomen was pressed hard now into the sink with your hands gripping its sides. Your eyes drifted up slowly to the mirror to see him staring behind you, you feeling him press his front against your bum.

You had been aroused for some time and wanted to touch yourself badly, but you refrained from doing so. As you stare in the mirror, you noticed a small tendril of mist had made its way out of the ruby pendant, it seeming to search for something as it poked at the air. You were unsure how to react as you found yourself not caring, too preoccupied with the Ghostface closeness.

He pressed his pelvis hard against your bum again, sending you lurching forward slightly over the sink. Your cheeks were bright red as you eyed eachother in the mirror, the air buzzing with lust.

You watched in the mirror as you saw and felt one of his cloak straps wrap around your neck, your lips parting as it squeezed. Though you knew he wanted you there and then, you felt him continue to harbor this bitterness towards you.

"You've become a royal pain in my ass...," he mumbled, the strap squeezing itself around your throat a bit more before finally releasing completely. You gulped as he then brought a hand to your shoulder and squeezed hard, causing you to shy away from his grip slightly. You let out a soft cry of pain and he released his grip immediately after, his hand still on your shoulder.

Your eyes were still heavy with desire as you felt him press the handle of his knife against your spine, it feeling cool to your hot skin. He dragged it down your spine before reaching under your shorts, the handle to his blade finding its way to your bum. You felt him kick the inside of your shoes with his boot and you separated your feet farther now, you being in a wide stance as you gripped the sink in front of you.

The Ghostface snickered behind you before pressing his chest against your back, resting the chin of his mask on your right shoulder as the side of his head leaned against your own. You gazed at him through the mirror with a needy expression, knowing how you must look.

You felt as he slid the handle of his knife down the middle of your bum, sliding against your panties. You gasped quietly as he felt for your pussy and paused when you furrowed your eyebrows, biting your lip.

"You say Im the bad one, but look at you now...," he sneered before angling his head so the mouth of his mask was close to your ear as his chin remained on your shoulder.

The Ghostface began sliding the handle of his blade up and down your pussy, your panties allowing it to glide with ease. A quiet nasally whimper came from your nose, your mouth closed as you sucked on your bottom lip.

"What will you do if your precious boyfriend doesn't make it? Or do you even care?" He asked bitterly, you returning his gaze as you began to pant when he increased his speed with the knife.

"I...I..uhnn...," you stammered as the pleasure slowly began to build, your hands white knuckled as they gripped the sink even harder.

"You what? I can't understand you...," the Ghostface said mockingly.

Your breath was hot against the mirror, it fogging up as he continue to rub your pussy with the handle.

"I wanted to...to...to see you...Im tell...Im telling the truth!" Your voice raising slightly before your panting returned, your orgasm getting closer.

Your eyes began to close and you allowed your head to fall back, the Ghostface still leaning over your shoulder. Your panting was getting louder and you struggled to hear him as he continued to talk.

"I dont believe you. You tried to leave..." His tone had changed here, it being much more softer, laced with hurt. You didn't notice, as all you could focus on was the pleasure he was providing. You wet your lips as they were dry from your continuous panting, you being close to finishing.

"You would leave me?" He asked and when you didn't respond from being lost to your pleasure, he slowed his pace, eventually coming to a complete stop.

You lifted your head in frustration when you felt him remove his blade from your sensitive area while simultaneously taking a step back, watching you through the mirror.

"Wha...what are doing?" You asked as you turned to face him, your face flush and your pussy protesting from being denied an orgasm.

"You were going to leave, without even mentioning it to me first. Youre so ignorant, getting involved with shit you know nothing about. If I didn't intervene you would have been in an even worse hell than this..."

You stared at him hard as you realized he was hurt, never considering how your decision to pursue what you believed to be permanent death might affect him. Everything suddenly clicked as you both held eachothers stare. You understanding that his avoidance was a direct correlation of your attempt to leave. That you weren't the only one feeling frustrated.

You slowly took a couple of steps towards him then, you reaching for his mask a second time. The Ghostface put up no resistance as you lifted his mask to the top of his head, your eyes meeting his own. For the first time you saw what you believed looked like true betrayel in his eyes, his red lips a thin line as he gazed down at you.

A violent and ruthless Killer stood before you, demonstrating hurt from something that you did. Your mind had trouble wrapping itself around this realization, finding it hard to believe your situation at all. Everything you thought you knew about Killers, at least Danny, was not entirely true.

Danny flexed his jaw as he looked at you with restrained emotion, though his eyes displayed it enough. You lifted your fingertips to touch Dannys chin and lips thoughtfully and he closed his eyes as you brought your hand to the side of his face, leaning into your touch.

"Im...Im sorry, Danny...I wouldn't have gone through with it, even if you didnt warn me. I promise...," you whispered.

"I want what you want...show me...," you said.

Danny opened his eyes before lifting a hand to your own as it cupped the side of his face, turning his head to kiss your palm as he's done many times before. You watched him observe your burn marks with continued fascination, you stepping even closer towards him.

"Im getting more powerful," he said quietly, his eyes fixed on your arm.

"Feeding off of your pain does that for me, as it does for The Entity. Though, I believe you already know this. You should know I enjoy it, its pure ecstasy because of our...closeness..." Danny watched you tug on his cloak, prompting him to lift it up and off of him, throwing it carelessly to the floor.

"Okay...," you whispered, feeling up over his chest and shoulders before reaching for the bottom of his black t-shirt, untucking it from his pants.

"I cant...I wont do this if you dont want to anymore. My desire for you only gets worse and I feel myself losing control...," Dannys voice was soft as he watched you lift his shirt over his head before letting it drop to the floor, his hair disheveled now.

"I want to," you replied, a strange desire like no other creeping its way into your chest.

Danny eyed you intently as you returned your hands to his chest and shoulders, you wanting his body on top of your own. You didnt want to talk anymore as you felt yourself rising to the tips of your toes, closing your eyes as you leaned in to kiss him. Danny leaned back slightly causing you to open your eyes with confusion.

"Are you sure?" He asked, his eyes drifting down to your lips.

You leaned in again while nodding, planting your lips on his.

Your hands made their way to his belt to unbuckle while he gripped your waist tightly, his gloves still on. You tugged on the top of his boxers a few times, wanting to be apart of him.

Danny then separated your kiss and you watched as a black mist filled both of his eyes, eventually making them pitch black. Your lips parted slightly as you observed the mist rise out and up from his eyes, it floating just above his head.

"The Entity...," you whispered to yourself as your eyes followed the mist above his head.

The corners of Dannys lips began to rise into a grin, his hands sliding over your bum as he groped and felt it upwards.

"No, just me. This is my own manifestation...," he said smugly.

Your eyes fell back down to meet his stare, your mouth agape.

Danny laughed before pushing you back against the sink and turned you around roughly, your hands immediately returning to grip the sides.

Danny eyed you through the mirror seductively with that mischievous grin of his, his knife slipping up and under your tank, caressing your back and shoulder blades.

"Let's have some fun...," he whispered and you pressed your bum into his crotch, your pussy doing flips as you grinned briefly before tucking your bottom lip under your teeth.

Chapter 20

Summary:

Jake is worried for you as you take a long time to return from the last trial while you and Danny appear to be on the same page.

"Don't worry, Jake. Im sure she will make it out," Claudette took a seat next to Jake on one of the logs that surrounded the campfire.

Jake's head hung low between his knees, his hands clasped behind his head.

"I dont know what the hell she was thinking! She was acting so off during this trial, so distracted...," Jake rubbed his jaw as he sat up, turning slightly to meet Claudettes stare.

"She cares for you, Jake. She wouldn't have done that if she didnt have a plan, you know her."

Jake closed his eyes as he shook his head, his forearms resting on his knees.

"Yeah...yeah, I know...," Jake whispered. He idly brought a hand to place on his lower back, remembering the pain of the Ghostfaces knife.

"How's Dwight dealing?" He asked Claudette.

Claudette forced a smile before readjusting her glasses.

"He's doing well actually, you really saved him from being sacrificed. David and him are at the pond currently," Claudette replied, the light of the fire reflecting in the lens of her glasses.

Jake nodded a couple times, a faint smile forming on his face. There was a long moment where neither of them spoke as they both stare into the fire, smoke rising high into the air.

Jake's smile faded as he rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes full of worry.

"I hope shes okay, its been too long...," Jake's voice cracked with emotion before Claudette placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Shell make it out, Jake. She will."

***

Your breath was audible, though quiet, as you gazed at Dannys reflection through the mirror as he continued to stand behind you. You had taken off his shirt and his pants had been undone in the front. The basement had gotten extremely warm since he pursued you after getting in the way of him sacrificing Jake.

He returned your gaze through the mirror, the ink like vapor rising high above yours and his head, it coming from his eyes. Though his eyes were entirely black, you could occasionally see smoke swirl within them, similar to your pendant.

Your eyelids were heavy as you felt him caress your shoulder blades with the tip of his knife under your sports tank top, your hands placed leisurely on the edges of the sink.

"My very own supply. How do you feel knowing you’re helping a Killer?" Danny asked as he pressed his chest against your back, kissing your ear once as he held your gaze through the mirror.

Your eyebrows knitted together as you pressed your bum back against him, your lips and cheeks partially stained with his bloody handprint from earlier.

Heat continued to rush down to your crotch and you found you were extremely sensitive from being denied an orgasm from earlier.

Your neck and chest developed a thin film of sweat that made your skin glow, your cheeks pink. You wet your lips and swallowed hard, Dannys eyes drifting to your throat.

"I dont see it that way," you whispered.

Danny hummed deep within his throat before leaning back off of you, his knife still grazing your skin on your back. You watched as he brought a gloved hand to the side of your arm, sliding down to your wrist making sure to drag his thumb over your marks.

"I know you wonder about how you were able to keep these here, being a survivor. You say you dont care, but I know it keeps you up at night," Danny spoke slowly and carefully, his voice low.

Anticipation flooded your body in waves causing your hands to tremble slightly as they held on to the porcelain sink. The small black tendril of smoke continued to poke out of the pendant, your eyes glancing at it briefly before returning to Dannys hypnotizing gaze through the mirror.

"Take off your shorts," he suddenly said, his voice quiet behind you.

You didnt hesitate as you brought them down to your ankles, stepping out of them completely. You returned to your wide stance and placed your hands back on the sink, as if you were about to be searched for drugs by a cop.

Danny smiled wide as he brought both hands on top of your own, his arms parallel to yours as he leaned in close again. Your lips parted for a gasp when you felt him press his hard on against your bum, thrusting up slightly as it glided against your panties.

You arched your back a bit before pushing against him for another time, needing him to continue. Danny dry humped you again with some force and you licked your lips greedily, your eyes almost closed. Between your desire and sensitivity you felt you were going to lose yourself and you reached a hand down to your pussy.

Danny allowed you to rub yourself a few times, amused by your impatience.

"Id rather you didn't...," he said, his voice chiding.

You reluctantly removed your hand and placed it back on the sink, you being overly aroused now.

"Theres my good listener. Patience,” he said, kissing you a couple of times on the back of your neck, his lips sticking to your skin.

You watched in the mirror as Danny then brought his knife in front of your throat, angling the sharp end close to your skin. You lifted your chin up while simultaneously leaning your head back on his bare chest, you both eyeing eachother seductively.

Danny laughed low before reaching his free hand under your loose tank, sliding it up to feel and grope one of your breast's. His glove felt unusually cold from the blood and you desired to feel the softness of his hand.

Your hands left their position on the sink, making their way to clasp behind Dannys neck, your back arched slightly against his chest as he continued to peruse your breast's with his hand. You felt him press the blade of his knife closer to your skin and didnt even notice when blood began to trickle down your throat and down your chest, under your shirt.

Danny suddenly removed his hand, your hands remaining clasped behind his neck.

"Now the shirt, baby...," he said and you brought your hands down to the bottom of your tank, lifting it up and over your head, letting it drop to the floor.

Your eyes widened slightly from the blood that dripped down past your sternum, in-between your breasts, it making its way to your belly button. Danny had made a small cut on your throat, it bleeding slowly before eventually coming to a stop.

Dannys tone was unusually dark as he observed your expression and he leaned over your shoulder again as he admired your body through the mirror.

"So fucking edible," he whispered before kissing you on your temple. Your pulse was thumping wildly in your ears as you look at him with unfiltered and lustful eyes, your lashes long and your lips plump.

He then placed the knife in his other hand and lifted it up in front of your throat again, angling the sharp end to your skin like before. You watched him with bated breath make another cut, prompting another trickle of blood to follow the same path down your sternum. You both watched in the mirror as the blood flowed down to your belly button before disappearing under the front of your panties.

You looked at your reflection now, realizing you had two matching cuts on both sides of your neck.

"Ill show you, baby. Ill give you what you need," Danny said under his breath before bringing the blade to his mouth, licking it obscenely from the base to its tip. Danny leisurely brought the knife infront of your lower abdomen before dropping it into the sink with a clatter.

Your body yearned to be touched and handled by him now and you found yourself babbling quietly as you stare at his reflection.

"Please, Danny...," you whispered, his name feeling right as rain on your tongue.

Dannys grin stretched as you felt him lower your panties down to your knees, you being somewhat bent over the sink now. He lowered his hand behind your bum and you suddenly felt his dick slide under your pussy, between your thighs. You felt like a wild animal in heat when your pussy reacted, your eyes almost entirely closed.

Danny wrapped his arm around your waist to place his palm against your abdomen. You watched as he slid his hand up your stomach and past your chest, it wrapping around your throat loosely. His forearm rested in between your breast's as he began to squeeze your throat, your fresh cuts stinging when he did.

You gasped from the mixture of pain and limited air as he continued to clutch your throat, coming to a stop as he held it. Your mouth was open slightly as you made little gasps for air, your eyebrows pressed together. Danny brought his free hand to your own which continued to grip the sink for support, pressing his chest against your bare back.

"Oh, yesss...so very normal...," he said teasingly, and a lewd moan slipped past your lips when you felt him insert his dick into your pussy harshly, you lurching forward.

Your hair was clung messily to the sides of your face from sweat, the mirror fogging up quickly from your breath when Danny began to thrust. Your breath was loud as your lips remained parted, you gazing at him through the mirror.

Danny began to squeeze your throat again, applying more pressure to your cuts and you cried out softly, your neck feeling wet from your blood. You wrestled with the intense sensations, your body giving into Danny being inside of you while your mind struggled to accept the pain from your neck.

Your hands began to grip the sink so tightly they began to hurt, your body jolting now from every thrust by Danny.

Danny planted multiple kisses on the side of your face while he continued to squeeze your neck, your eyes closed completely now and your head beginning to bob forward.

"Don't quit on me, Clumsy...," you heard him say before he released his grip on your neck, taking ahold of your jaw loosely. He turned your head to the side and planted his lips on yours, you both kissing hungrily.

When your kiss finally separated you gasped for air and felt Dannys hand slide under your right thigh, just under your knee, as he continue to work you from behind. His hand suddenly gripped under your knee and began to lift your leg up and over the corner edge of the sink, your thigh becoming immediately uncomfortable from the awkward position, your calf hanging over it.

You found you had to shift slightly under him and bring your hands to the faucets handles now, situating yourself better. You felt Danny then bring his hands back on top of your own, his entire body weight practically pushing you down over the sink, his chin over your right shoulder again. Your face was even closer to the mirror and your breaths turned into pants from the new position, Danny being able to go deeper inside of you.

"I want us to be one," he said breathlessly in your ear, the mirror completely fogged now, you unable to see him.

You went to reply but only more breathy moans and pants came from your mouth, your pussy throbbing whenever he went as deep as your body would allow. Heat and wet could be felt where he claimed your sensitive area, making it his. Danny then slowed before pulling his dick out almost completely, causing you to open your heavily lidded eyes, you feeling empty.

"Nuh...please, please dont stop...," you said through breaths.

Danny brought his hand back to your throat, his fingers squeezing it once again.

"What was that? Stop?" Danny asked teasingly, and you shook your head fiercely.

"No!" You cried out, your lips dry from your panting.

Danny laughed menacingly before slamming his dick back inside of you causing you to lose your grip on one of the faucets handles, turning the water on. Your voice cracked from the pitch of your moan, you quickly finding your grip once again.

Danny intentionally applied more pressure to your cuts as he choked you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the small room.

Your moans were high pitch as he thrust extremely hard, the familiar blurred line of pain and pleasure returning.

"Oh god please, Danny! DANNY!" You shouted, your voice trembling and worn.

Your eyes were clenched now as you gasped for air feeling Danny drag his tongue up the side of your face, you being unaware of his low and guttural growls.

The cuts from your neck began to get extremely painful now as his grip remained steadfast, and for every harsh thrust your breasts bounced gracefully, your body glistening. Just when the pain from your neck began to get too unbearable, Danny released his grip and reached for his knife in the sink. You sucked in air, thankful for the relief.

"I need to hear it...let me hear it...," Danny whispered to himself.

In your peripheral you saw the black mist from Dannys eyes make its way down to your shoulders and across your collar bones, connecting with the small tendril of smoke that came from your pendant. You moaned from a particularly deep thrust by Danny and you felt a sudden surge of pleasure from your pussy, signaling you were being close to finishing.

Your movement was limited as he practically pinned you on the sink with your left foot tippy toes touching the floor and your right leg lifted and hung over the sinks edge. Your moans were loud before getting stuck in your throat, your orgasm close.

Suddenly, you felt the tip of Dannys knife press into your lower back, it not hurting at first but your eyes quickly shot open when he continued to insert his blade. Your back instinctively went to arch from the pain, you struggling to find your breath.

"Wait...D-...Danny wait...," you said weakly, your voice lost from your previous moaning and shouting.

Dannys eyes were closed as he brought his palm around and up to your forehead, pressing your head back against his shoulder while he continued to insert his blade in your lower back, his thrusting coming to a stop, though he remained inside of you.

Your body went against you as an attempt to free itself from the white hot pain, your hand flying behind you to try and grab Dannys. You tried to speak again but your breath was being stolen by the pain, you unable to feel anything else.

Pained whimpers slipped from your lips as your hand found Dannys wrist behind you and you gripped it tightly, feeling his knife inside of your back. You felt your chest rise and fall as you went to take in a deep breath, your pained sounds getting louder.

"Please, baby...," he said softly and you clenched your teeth before letting out a gut wrenching scream, it echoing throughout the basement.

Immediately, Danny removed his knife and dropped it into the sink once again, his arms wrapping around your waist and chest. Danny nuzzled his mouth against the crook of your neck gradually picking up his pace again. Tears stung your eyes as you looked at him through the mirror in slight shock, the fog no longer present.

Once again, Danny appeared to be intoxicated as he returned your stare, his eyes glinting with something wild and raw. Danny’s breath was hot on your shoulder as the tips of his hair bounced in front of his brow as he relentlessly pressed into you, them being damp from sweat.

He held you tightly from behind and your pleasure quickly returned, the stab wound feeling like a dull and distant pain now. Though a part of you was aware you were willing to go that far, another part of you was hurt that he actually did.

Danny kissed and sucked your neck now as your head bobbed forward while your orgasm flooded your body, you squeezing the handles to the faucet. You heaved over the sink and your legs trembled, Danny steadying you as your right leg came down from the sink, your toes finding the floor.

Danny pulled out of you slowly, the sound being wet and you realized you didnt notice when he came. You felt his hands slide up your back to your shoulders, squeezing and massaging gently as you remained hovered over the sink.

"Does your decision remain the same?" He suddenly asked, you feeling his warm lips on the back of your neck, kissing your skin methodically.

There was a long moment of silence aside from the running water that came from the faucet before you finally lifted your head to meet his teasing gaze in the mirror, his eyes returned to their deep brown, and you knew he already knew the answer.

"Yes...," you said quietly and Danny pressed his forehead against the back of your head.

Notes:

I will be taking a small break but plan to continue this work in the near future.

Cheers~

Chapter 21

Summary:

You feel yourself becoming distant from Jake, and Danny brings you to the abandoned realm during your sleep.

Jake's voice was distant as he spoke, and your mind was somewhere else entirely as you both sat cross-legged on your sleeping bag.

"I just want to know what you were thinking. I will die for you over and over when it comes down to it," Jake placed his hand on your own, drawing your attention.

Your eyes gradually drifted to his his own, which were distraught and filled with exhaustion. The guilt that you had was still very much alive, but you noticed that its presence was not as strong. It felt distant and muted.

All you could think about was the last trial with Danny. The image of his dark and hungry eyes that were thick with desire, burned into your mind. Since then, youve felt a shift in your very being. Some part of you seemed to be pushed to the side, replaced with himself.

Your fingers idly raised to the center of your chest and you went to feel the smooth surface of the pendant, Jake eyeing it with unease.

"Hey, talk to me (Y/N)," Jake whispered as he squeezed your hand gently.

"I didnt mean to worry you. I wanted you to escape. Im allowed to feel that way," you said quietly.

Jake sighed defeatedly as his brow tensed.

"Youre right, Im sorry. I know youre getting better at chase. I mean, clearly - you made it out, right?" Jake cracked a half smile, his eyes softening.

Your eyes blankly shifted behind Jakes head to stare at the dark treen line, your attention drifting again. You suddenly felt Jake's hand cup the side of your face and you turned your head to face him fully as he leaned in to kiss you. Your eyes remained open as he placed his lips on your own as you watched him furrow his brow, wanting you to engage more.

You abruptly turned your head to the side, breaking his kiss.

"Im sorry, Jake. I cant right now, please...," you whispered.

Jake blinked a few times before lowering his hand and he cleared this throat.

"I understand. Im just glad youre okay." Jake wrapped his arms around you to bring you in close to his chest, your hands folded awkwardly in front of you. The side of your face was pressed against his chest and you blinked once, hearing his heart beat and you remembered that Danny didn't have one.

Jake then pulled away while releasing his embrace, his eyes full of warmth as he stood to his feet.

"If you need me, you know where to find me. Im proud of you and your dismantling, that was some impressive and quick thinking. Thank you for saving me."

You returned Jake's smile before watching him walk away, thankful for his words though, your intentions weren't entirely earnest.

The night was warm and you removed your shorts, your oversized t-shirt falling to your upper thighs. You lay on your side feeling extremely tired, believing sleep would come quick, and you found yourself getting frustrated when it didnt.

A few hours had passed with you tossing and turning constantly, unable to find rest. You couldn't remember the last time it had taken this long to fall sleep and you turned on your stomach as a desperate attempt to get comfortable. It must have worked because not too long after, you drifted off.

***

The cool feel of leather caressed the side of your face and your eyes fluttered open, Dannys narrowed and dark eyes gazing back at you.

You lifted your head up slightly realizing you were cradled in his lap, the side of your face resting against his shoulder. You looked at your surroundings as your eyes slowly adjusted in the dim light, recognizing you were in the small home located in the abandoned realm known as Norwood.

"She wakes," Danny said, a smile playing on his lips.

You sat up in his lap and he lowered his hand from your face, eyeing you with amusement. Warm light came from your side and you turned to face the small fireplace. You looked at the seat next to you and Danny to see his cloak folded neatly with his mask resting on top.

"Did you bring me here?" You asked, your chest flashing with excitement when your eyes met Dannys once again.

"Well, you definitely didnt get here on your own," he replied, tilting his head slightly.

Your eyes drifted down his face and neck to his chest, exposed by his deep v-neck black shirt. You brought your fingertips to his collarbone, your eyes softening.

"You stabbed me...," you whispered, recalling your time in the basement.

Danny lifted his hips while separating his knees farther, adjusting himself under you, your body moving slightly on top of him. Danny arched an eyebrow as he stared into your eyes, the corners of his lips rising.

"I did. How does that make you feel?" He asked, his voice like velvet dipped in poison.

You pondered his question only a bit, knowing it hurt your feelings more than it did physically.

"I didnt think you would do something like that. I wasnt ready...," you replied. Your hand slowly lifted up from his collarbone to his head and you ran your fingers through his black hair, it feeling soft and smooth against your skin.

Danny hummed as he dipped his head while biting his lower lip.

"I beg to differ. I think we both know you've been ready."

You then eyed him with slight annoyance, knowing he was right.

Danny suddenly brought his hands to the back of your neck to remove your necklace, placing it next to him on the couch. You watched as he brought his index finger to tap in the center of your chest, you feeling a strange tingling feeling as it branched up your throat.

"Do you feel it?" He asked through a grin.

"Yes, what is it?" You replied before bringing your hand down to his shoulder as you remained nestled in his lap.

"Well...its me. More like a part of me. The necklace helped with that, you dont need it anymore. Not even for hatch."

One of Dannys hands found its way to your waist to hold and he leaned in to kiss the center of your chest. Your brow furrowed when he kissed again, more passionately now.

"What does- what does that mean?" You asked.

Danny didnt respond as he continued to kiss your chest noisily. You let out a breathy laugh when you felt him place his gloved hand behind your neck to bring you in closer, his lips kissing up your throat now. You raised your chin high to allow him to kiss up higher, eventually finding your mouth.You moaned when both of your lips locked hard and his tongue was quick to dance with your own.

Danny pulled away with a smile as he continued to hold the back of your neck and head, peering at you through thick and dark lashes.

"It means we have been bound together," he said smugly.

The bridge of your nose turned pink as he eyed you carefully and you laughed nervously.

"Should I be concerned?" You asked.

Danny shrugged once while glancing to the side.

"I dont know, Clumsy. Should you?" He replied teasingly.

You both held each other's gaze with heavily lidded eyes now, you feeling a strange pull towards him. You wanted his mouth back on you and began to shift on his lap while he brought both of his gloved hands down to your waist.

You shifted to where you straddled one of his thighs, your knees folded comfortably. You faced each other fully now and your hands reached behind his head to pull in closer and he brought his lips to the side of your neck to plant multiple kisses. Your head lulled back as you felt him reach his hands under your oversize t-shirt, them finding their way back to your waist.

He gripped you almost painfully too tight by your waist as he grazed his teeth on the side of your neck before biting softly. Your pussy reacted immediately and you moaned quietly, your desire for him spilling over the edge.

Your pussy was begging for friction as it rested on top of his thigh, separated by only your panties. You lowered your head down to meet his eyes briefly, you both knowing what would happen next. You smiled wide as you closed your eyes, feeling his hands slide up to the sides of your ribcage.

"Did you ever really care about my past? Or were you trying to determine if I was damaged enough to be able to help you?" You asked suddenly.

Danny brought a hand to your left sleeve to pull down on, revealing part of your shoulder and the small burn marks that patched it.

"Both," he said bluntly before kissing your shoulder and collarbone slowly, his eyes closing.

You pulled on your bottom lip with your teeth as Danny began to suck softly and you knew it would only be a matter of time before he left actual marks.

"C'mon, baby...," Danny whispered against your skin and you began to rock your hips slowly, rubbing your pussy against his leg. Your lips parted and you brought your hands to his shoulders to grip, your back arching only a bit. Danny grinned as he looked up at you and began to slide his hands down past your waist, reaching behind you to grab ahold of your bum.

You wet your lips and whimpered within your throat when you felt him grope and pull your cheeks apart slighlty, his gloved fingers spreading to cover most of your bum. You continued to grind your pussy against him and you closed your eyes from the pleasure, feeling extremely close to him.

Danny squeezed your bum hard with both hands before making their way back to your waist, his hands guiding you back and forth now. Dannys eyes lingered on your chest as he watched you grind his leg, your head almost completely tilted back now.

Danny chuckled before he leaned in to kiss your breasts over your t-shirt and your moans turned high pitch, you feeling extremely wet.

"Thats it baby, just like that for me," he said, you squeezing his shoulders even harder.

Both of you went long into the night and you felt entirely rested, despite the little amount of sleep you actually got. As you felt your pleasure build, you knew something in you had definitely changed. Though what, you weren't sure.

Notes:

Thanks for sticking around ~ Just as a heads up, chapters from here on out will much be shorter than before.