After everything that was going on, a week off felt heavenly. You should worry about what Ghostface’s next move was, who he was going to hurt next when he was coming after you again, but you could hardly care. After all, he killed your friend, stalked you, attacked you, taunted you, and violated you. How much worse could it get? What more could you lose?
There was the resounding fear of Jed getting hurt, but he hadn’t left your side the whole time you were here. For the past few days, you’ve been at a fancy hotel in Miami. You drank and had sex, and ordered room service and had more sex…and it was nice. It was nice to not be in constant fear, to not worry about anything, to not care. It felt good.
Tonight, the two of you were going out to a nice restaurant down the block, finally leaving your hotel for the first time in three days. It was some fancy Italian place that was highly recommended.
You walked with Jed, arms interlocked, giggling at the ridiculous story he was telling you. Your gaze drifted from him to the buildings surrounding you, tall almost-skyscrapers, that were lit up, even in the dead of night. Faces blurred by as countless people walked past, crowding you, bumping, and walking around you. You enjoyed the business of the nightlife. All the people around made you feel safe. You’ve always loved the city, after all.
The entrance had one of those ornate revolving doors, making you grin as Jed pushed it open. “Ooooh very fancy.”
He smiled at you from over his shoulder in response, taking your hand when you entered. The lobby was crowded, full of families and couples and business partners.
“I didn’t realize how busy it was tonight. Wait here.” He let go of your hand, walking over to the hostess stand.
You watched him walk over and talk to the employee. A woman, with black hair and brown eyes who looked oddly familiar. Then, it hit you. Lucia. She looked just like Lucia. Memories flashed through your mind of you working and talking with her, and then..images of her lifeless body. Her face was pale, her eyes open and empty, the wounds on her chest, the blood spilling from her lips. The blood. So much blood.
Your chest felt tight as guilt, dread, and panic worked its way through your system. You felt sick. Like you wanted to throw up. Like you couldn’t breathe. Like you were dying yourself.
The sound of Jed calling your name pulled you out of your thoughts, snapping you back to reality. “Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I could really use a drink, though.”
“Me too.” He smirked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and giving you a small squeeze. “Don’t worry, the wait should be twenty minutes at most.”
You plastered on a smile. “That’s perfect.”
–
Once you got to your table, Jed ordered you both a drink as promised, two glasses of their finest rose. Then he excused himself to go off to the bathroom, leaving you to handle being ID'd. You felt around your pockets for your wallet, realizing you left it back at the hotel room. (Jed insisted on paying for everything, even though you have no clue how he could afford it. Regardless, it became a force of habit, and you forgot all about bringing your wallet with you.)
You gazed at the spot across the table, spotting Jed’s wallet sitting there. You popped it open, pulled out his driver’s license, and handed it to the waiter. “Here. He’s the one ordering the drinks.”
The waiter thanked you, and after giving the ID a look or two, he handed it back to you. You slipped it back into his wallet and went to put it back on his side of the table before you felt something..a lump.
Curious, you pulled the wallet back to you, opening it up. Most of it seemed normal. Thirty dollars in cash, an old video club membership card..but then there was a lump. It contained a folded picture. You recognized the person. A young woman..the one who stirred up the headlines. Ghostface’s first victim.
Why would Jed have this? Why would he want to have this? He had mentioned Ghostface sending him pictures..but why would he want to keep it? Why would he want to remember the pain Ghostface caused? The people he hurt? The start of it all? Maybe as writing motivation? But it felt weird..really weird.
Your fingers moved over the lump, and you felt around it, finding the lump under his driver’s license. Another driver’s license, from Utah.
It had a photo of him..but his hair is different. Black instead of dark brown. Some more stubble on his chin. You looked over at the name.
Danny Johnson.
Danny.
Danny baby, call me Danny.
Before the realization could fully hit you, you saw Jed in your periphery, approaching the table. You shoved the contents back into his wallet and hid it under the table, on your lap. Right as he got back, the waiter approached the table, bringing you and Jed your drinks.
He brought the glass to his lips, taking a few long sips. You sat there, frozen, unsure what to say or do. Do you scream, do you run, do you fight? How could this have been him the whole time? How could you have not seen it? When it was right in front of you? How could you be so stupid?
“Hey, you better drink up. That’s expensive wine I’m paying for.” He teased.
“Right.” You smiled shakily, reaching over to grab the glass. Your nerves were so frayed that you accidentally knocked it over, causing it to spill all over the white tablecloth, some of it splashing onto his shirt.
“Shit.” He muttered under his breath, grabbing a napkin to dab at it.
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. Are you okay? You’re trembling.”
“Y-yeah. I’m fine. I think I ate something weird, from earlier.” You slipped his wallet into your purse, getting to your feet. “I’m going to run to the bathroom.”
You walked slowly away, sparing a glance over your shoulder, trying to act normal until you could get somewhere safe. Jed was still staring at you, like a watchdog. Something in his eyes darkened. He knew. He slowly got to his feet, following after you.
You took off. You sprinted out of the restaurant, bumping into people as you left, ignoring their anger and annoyance. You had to get help. You needed to call the police. You ran over to a phone booth, looking over your shoulder constantly. He was hot on your heels. He sprinted after you, and right before you could even grab the phone, he grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the booth, into a neighboring alleyway. You opened your mouth to scream, but he covered it with his hand.
You bit him, making him let you go. “You little bitch. Always gotta be so damn stubborn, huh?”
You made it two steps before he pulled you back by the hair, wrapping his arm around your neck and putting you in a chokehold. You clawed and fought against him, gasping for air, but he was too strong.
“Should’ve known you would’ve figured me out sooner or later, clever girl. I was hoping to at least wait until this weekend, so we could have a nice time together. It’s a shame. But now, the real fun can start.”
You could feel the oxygen leaving your lungs, burning as you tried to breathe. Your vision got darker and darker until it all went black.
When Frank awoke, he was back in his bedroom, as if nothing had happened. There was a slight twinge behind his eyes, and a throbbing in his head. A punishment from The Entity, he supposed. The last thing he remembered was watching the claw stab you right through your abdomen, the blood dribbling from your lips, and the way you looked at him, before being dragged into the darkness. It was so painful to see you like that. He didn’t know why, Frank had seen people get killed by The Entity before plenty of times when their time ran out in a trial, and he had killed and hurt more than enough himself. But seeing you like that felt like a knife to the gut. He could hardly stand it.
And watching you get taken to the dark abyss? Oh…Oh no.
Panic flooded his senses as he realized. You had pissed The Entity off big time. She was probably angry enough to send you to the place of no return. The void. She was angry enough to hide you away in the darkness and never let Frank see you again.
He couldn’t lose you. Not when he just got you back. Not when you were the first person in the world, in all the infinite dimensions that actually understood him.
He sprung out of his bed, taking off. He sprinted down the stairs, out of the lodge and through the woods, going so fast that he tripped over a few twigs and rocks, barely managing to stay on his feet. By the time he reached the cabins, he was out of breath.
He was relieved to see that your cabin was still there. Normally, when survivors got banished, everything with them disappeared too, their memories, their possessions, and soon enough, the other survivors and killers forgot about them too.
Your cabin light was on, another promising sign and it almost felt too good to be true. He didn’t even bother to knock on your door, too desperate to see you and make sure you were okay. He practically broke the door down as he opened it, seeing you standing in your room, perfectly fine.
“Jesus, Frank. Do you always have to barge i-”
Before you could even finish your sentence, he threw his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. “Fuck, I thought you were-”
“I know. I did too.” You hugged him back, just as tight.
“What happened?”
–
“Let me see my sister, one last time.”
“Factum est.” The phrase sounded different. It dripped from the man's lips, but as it was uttered, it was whispered in the air around you from different voices, the whispers coming from everywhere. The next thing you knew, the man was gone.
A mark appeared on your wrist of an eye. It burned in your skin, making you cry out, as if you had been branded. Then, the eye that the man once held was now in your hand. You stared at it and focused.
Show me my sister. Let me see her, please.
After a moment, the eye began to spin, and soon enough, everything around you started to spin as well. It spun and spun and spun, until finally, it stopped, and you were standing in the kitchen of a small, cramped apartment.
Allison emerged from her bedroom, putting some toast in her toaster. She looked older now, around your age. Has it truly been that long? You thought you had only been gone for a few months, but you supposed time was different in The Entity’s realm. You reached out to touch her, whispering her name. She didn’t respond, unable to see or hear you, and your hand moved through her, as if you were a ghost.
Another girl appeared, smiling and talking to her, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her roommate. A friend. Someone who could help her and take care of her.
You watched her go about her day, watched her go to classes at her community college, in a town that was far away from your father. Watched her work at the grocery store nearby and hung out with her friends. She had so many friends, so many people that cared about her. She had grown into herself as well, confident and strong, and happy. It was all you ever wanted.
And at the end of the day, when she got ready for bed, she pulled out something from her nightstand. It was the other copy of the photo stub that you had. She had always kept it. She held it to her chest.
“I miss you, _______. So, so much. I’m not mad at you for leaving. I know you were hurting, really bad. Wherever you are, I hope you’re happy. I hope you’re safe and okay. I love you.”
“I love you too.” You whispered, feeling the tears streaming down your face.
In a way, you were glad she didn’t know what happened to you. If she did, she’d probably come after you and wind up trapped in this hellscape for eternity. She didn’t need that. She deserved this life. She deserved this happiness and you were thankful that she was okay.
–
“And you’re fine with the fact that you’ll never go home again? That you’ll never be able to see her again?” Frank couldn’t help but ask.
“I mean, I’m going to miss her, but it was nice. It was like closure, in a way. All I’ve wanted to know is that she’s okay. And she is. She’s safe and happy and strong, and it’s all I could ask for.”
“What about your end of the deal?”
“Oh yeah. I kinda..had to burn all of Vigo’s stuff, and make sure no one could find it. Kinda fucked up, I know. But it beats being banished to an eternity of darkness.” You shrugged. “And I got this weird mark branded on my wrist from it. It’s an eye. I guess to show that she’s always watching me? It’s kinda cool, honestly.”
Frank stroked the mark on your wrist gently with his thumb, eyeing it, before looking at you. “I’m glad you’re okay..and I’m glad you’re staying.”
“Me too.” You admitted, smiling. “I don’t think the real world can handle how crazy I am.”
“And I can, huh?”
“Pretty much, yeah.” You grinned at him. “I mean, you went on this wild ass adventure with me. And you know what I think? We should celebrate. We did it, after all. Pissed off The Entity, finally getting what I want.”
“How do we celebrate?” He asked.
You pulled out a bottle of smirnoff from under your bed, and a baggie of weed, smiling at him. “I was able to snatch it when I was back home. Don’t ask how.”
Frank shook his head with a grin. “Let’s do it.”
–
You were swaying in your spot on your bed now, high and drunk off your ass, leaning against Frank. You had put on a few records of your favorite music, the two of you seated together on the bed. You felt weightless and happy. Freed. For once, you weren’t using these substances to escape anymore. You were using them to feel good. And you did. You really did.
“To make the rainbows in my mind when I think of you sometime, and I wanna spend some time with you”
“Just the two of us, we can make it if we try, just the two of us”
“Oh, I love this song. Frankk, come dance with me.” You got to your feet, almost stumbling on yourself, giggling. You grabbed his hands, dragging him to his feet.
“I can’t dance.” He groaned.
“Come on, don’t be a baby. Let me show you. ‘S not even that hard.” You took his hand, putting one of them on the small of your back and holding the other of them. The two of you swayed along to the music, and stared into each other’s eyes.
“Good things come to those who wait, not for those who wait too late, we gotta go for all we know”
“We’re just swaying. This is hardly even dancing.” He teased.
“Shut up. And this is most of it, honestly.” You admitted, leaning up and grinning at him. Maybe it was from the drugs and alcohol, but you liked the way he was looking at you. Like you hung the stars in the sky. Like you were something else.
He leaned closer, and you did too. Your noses brushing against each other. You could feel the ridges of his nose, the slight crookedness of it from past breaks, and you could feel his breath against your lips.
“And darling when the morning comes, and I see the morning sun, I wanna be the one with you”
You didn’t know who exactly initiated the kiss, all you knew was that you didn’t want to stop. Your lips molded against his, slightly messy, desperate with need, but slowly finding a rhythm. His hands moved up and down your waist, caressing your hips, before dipping down and squeezing your ass. He lifted you onto the record playing table, kissing you more before breaking it to kiss down your neck. He kissed, licked, sucked and bit down your neck, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
You moaned as he wrapped his lips around your pulse point, arching your back into him. You ground yourself against him, feeling yourself soaked through your panties and probably through your shorts. He was hard, and big..and fuck, he felt so good.
“Just like that baby. Keep going. Make yourself feel good, pretty girl.” He whispered against your neck. He groped your breast, kissing you once more. “Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long. Wanted you for so long.”
“Me too.” You admitted breathlessly against his lips
“Can’t believe we haven’t done this sooner. Can’t believe I’ve had to wait.” He ground against you harder. And why did you wait so long for this? Why haven’t you done this before? Your drunken mind fluttered through the reasons, before you realized.
Julie. He was with Julie. He’s still with Julie...
“Wait, wait. Stop.” You pulled away, looking him in the eyes. He looked drunk off of you. Fuck. What have you done?
☼ You and Dae-ho don’t fuck. You make passionate, steamy love. Sure, it would be easy for the two of you two go rough…but how could Dae-ho do that when he loves seeing you squirm and moan as he gently thrusts into you?
☼ He loves the high pitched moans you make as he tells you how beautiful you are (this man does not have a mean or degrading bone in his body) and loves the lewd sounds the two of you make as your skin slowly slaps together.
☼ Just because Dae-ho is going slow, that doesn’t mean he won’t overstimulate you. Whether on purpose (unlikely), or on accident, the wanton moans, cries, and whimpers you make are music to his ears.
☼ 100% puts your pleasure over his, making sure you never feel more pain than pleasure. Dae-ho will tell you how good you’re doing as he slowly stretches your gummy walls—reassuring you the painful part is almost over.
☼ On occasion—depending on both your moods—he will gently rub or suck on your clit just to make you go over the edge.
☼ But, Dae-ho is the KING of consent. He always feels the need to double, and sometimes triple check that you are okay before the two of you even start. He doesn’t want his sweetheart uncomfortable.
☼ Would also do it in the shower if you were okay with it. Picking up one of your legs and pushing in slowly as the water from above you pours down, drenching the two of you as he muffles your moans with a gentle kiss.
☼ Just because he prefers to go slow and show his love rather than mercilessly pound into you—doesn’t mean he can’t make you see stars.
You should want to give up. You’ve been demeaned and degraded in almost every way possible, tortured and guilted by the people you’ve lost and the blood on your hands. But you didn’t.
The moment you opened your eyes the following morning, you realized something. He had told you his name.
Danny, baby. Call me Danny.
The words bounced around in your brain as you laid in bed, echoing in your head. Ghostface, a cruel and cunning killer that police hadn’t been able to track for months had told you his name. It was another clue. A big one.
Despite the aches and pains you felt from last night, you sprung out of bed and rushed over to your shower. You set the water on hot, and scrubbed at your body quickly, feeling reinvigorated and energized with what you could use with this new information.
You couldn’t go to the cops. He’d kill Nate and Jed instantly. Not to mention, you’d have to share how you got that information- and that..wasn’t exactly something you’d like to share. You would leave an anonymous tip, but it would be too risky. The cops hadn’t been very helpful anyway. So, it seemed like something you had to investigate on your own.
–
The monitor you had for the Gazette was pretty helpful. With one of the first search engines, it made it easy to look up news articles and information. You clicked onto the website, typing into the box. You decided to start simple.
“Danny Roseville Florida”
There were a few archives of a few different notable men, but most were pretty old, most of the men listed being dead or in their eighties by now. Not very useful.
You groaned in frustration, slumping in your chair, feeling the determination and optimism you once had start to fade. What could you do with his name? Look up all the Dannys in Roseville in a phonebook and follow them around until you see something suspicious? No. That would be far too easy.
That’s when you realized it. His name’s not Danny. Not right now, at least. He wouldn’t have told you that if it was.
He was good at killing people and not getting caught. Smart. But he wasn’t perfect. No one was. He had to start somewhere. He had to learn from his experience to get as good as he did, and with experience came failure, and with failure came the past.
So, you typed into the computer once again.
“Danny Ghostface”
An article popped up. Right before you could click on it, a voice got your attention, making you jump out of skin.
“_____? What are you doing here?”
You relaxed when you saw that it was just Jed, but were quick to click out of the search engine. He couldn’t know what you were doing. It wouldn’t be safe for him.
“Oh, Jed. You scared me. I was just doing some research for an article. Working some overtime. What about you? What are you doing here?”
“I was doing the same. I came in to edit some articles. Are you alright? You don’t look so good.”
You probably did look a mess. You had been in such a rush to figure out the truth that you hardly even bothered to fix yourself up from last night. You adjusted the neck of your sweater, making sure the bruising bite Danny had left was hidden.
“Yeah, I’m fine, just didn’t sleep great. What about you? Are you feeling better?”
“Hm? Oh yeah. I had some awful food poisoning, but I’m fine now.” He admitted, rubbing his neck in slight embarrassment.
“Well I’m glad you’re feeling better now.” You gave him a small smile, before turning back to the computer.
“Wait, _____?” You looked over at him. He took a deep breath. “I lied. I wasn’t here to do work. I was looking for you. There’s something I have to tell you.”
“What is it?” He pulled up a chair, sitting down beside you. Another heavy breath.
“Rachel is dead.”
–
Danny should’ve known you wouldn’t give up. You were breaking, crumbling beneath his hands, and yet you were still so persistent, desperate to catch him. To stop him. It was adorable. He loved this little cat and mouse game, and no matter the cost, you didn’t want to stop playing. Not until you won.
He started to think he was falling for you, in his own fucked up, twisted sort of way.
You looked a mess. Bags hanging heavily beneath your eyes, your appearance all messy, as if you just jumped out of bed and ran here. If he looked closely, he could see the bite he left on your shoulder. The one you were barely trying to hide. The one that showed everyone who you belonged to, whether you liked it or not.
You had been smart, too. Quick to act. If he hadn’t been watching you, you might’ve pieced it all together, and he wouldn’t have even known. But he knew better than that. He knew his clever girl well after all, better than she knew herself. So, he knew how to distract you.
He could see the guilt written all over your face when you remembered. Your friend died last night, and you had completely forgotten. Too focused on him and your need to win this little game.
It was cute, how you feigned surprise when you heard about Rachel’s death, like you hadn’t seen her throat get slit. Like you weren’t becoming numb from all the losses. He could see you breaking, adapting to the death, murder and brutality. He could see you fighting it, desperately wanting to feel bad about it. But being unable to. Your rage and determination being the only thing pushing you now. He was breaking you, and you knew it.
You were only becoming more and more perfect, his fractured little doll. The once tough porcelain cracking all over. Tears welling up in your eyes as you bit your lip. Sweet girl.
“I’m so sorry. You were right. I should’ve known that it wasn’t safe. I should’ve protected her.” Jed reached over and squeezed your hand.
You shook your head. “It wasn’t your fault. We both didn’t know, and you were sick. Really sick.”
He caressed your hand softly, reaching over and brushing your tears away. “I think we could use a break. Some time away from this damn place. How about this? You and me, get out of here and go somewhere nice?”
It was dark out. So dark that you could hardly see, the moon becoming more and more dim behind the trees. You were going deeper into the darkness of the woods, rather than the outer edges, where all the killer territories were. It made Frank nervous. This area was unknown to killers and survivors, and if he had to guess, he would say it was near wherever the void was.
“So, what are we testing it on?” Frank asked nervously. You paused for a moment, pulling a lighter from your pocket, so you could have a better look at your surroundings, gazing around before you spoke, as if you were hiding a secret. “The Entity.”
“How are you going to do that? I mean, how do you even know she’s out here?” He remarked, trailing after you as you continued on.
“I read it somewhere, in one of Vigo's journal entries. I mean, it kind of makes sense. None of the killers are ever this deep in the woods. There has to be a reason for it.”
A crow cawed loudly, flying away and making Frank jump. “Maybe the reason why no one’s out here is because it’s creepy as hell.”
“C’mon, you can’t seriously be scared. After everything we did together this should be a walk in the park.” You remarked.
“Yeah right, pissing off a multidimensional god-like being is ‘a walk in the park.’ Sure. You can’t test it out on anything smaller?”
You stopped and turned back to face him, a frown on your lips. “No. We’ve already struggled enough to find this serum. The moment the entity finds out we have it, it won’t be good. She probably already knows, so we have to act fast. But if you’re that scared, you can go back to the lodge and I can do this myself, okay?”
Frank paused, hearing something. Those familiar whispers, that scratch in the back of his head. The Entity’s calling. The voice that overtook his mind in trials, unleashing that murderous side in him, now dulled down to a soft whisper, but it was the clearest it has ever been.
“Frank? What? What is it?” You were concerned now, noticing the shift in Frank’s demeanor.
“She’s close by. I- I can feel it. She wants us to stay away.” You stood in place, unsure what to do. Frank wanted to listen to her. He should listen to her, but all he could think about was how hard you worked for this. Fighting tooth and nail, doing whatever you could to get you back to your sister. All he could think about was how happy you would be if you could see her. If you could be with her. If you could be free. “Let’s keep going.”
–
As you got closer, there were more hints of The Entity’s presence, it’s claws poking out from the ground, the trees twisted and contorted, multiple crows sitting on the branches and staring at you, and of course The Entity’s voice growing louder and louder in Frank’s head, demanding him to keep you away, to hurt you, to tear you apart. The urge became stronger with each passing moment. But how could he?
He winced in pain, as he felt her anger at his refusal, making his head throb, almost disorienting him. “Frank, are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine. Just keep going.” He hissed between gritted teeth. You did as told, and soon enough, you stumbled upon her, claws standing out from a sinkhole in the ground, all leading up to..darkness..but there was something moving around there. Something alive. Something you couldn’t comprehend.
Taking a deep shaky breath, you approached one of the legs, pulling the serum out from your pocket. This was it. Your chance to finally get out of here. To finally be free. You gazed over at Frank, who nodded at you, giving you the okay to go.
You injected the serum into the leg, causing the leg to shrivel up, and The Entity to make a loud, screaming sound, the ground shaking beneath you. You fell over onto Frank. His eyes were fluttering slightly, the pain over taking him. You grabbed his face, getting him to look at you. “Frank, Frank, stay with me.”
“Mm- yeah, ‘m here.” His eyes were lidded, and slightly dazed but he was conscious and lucid. Good. You needed him awake for this. You needed him. You squeezed him tightly, hugging him, before pulling away and looking into his eyes.
“Thank you. Thank you so much for all of this. I’m going to miss you more than anything. I-” Before you could finish your sentence, you cried out in pain, feeling the entity’s claw pierce right through your abdomen, impaling you on her claws. Blood spilled from your lips as you heard Frank scream out your name, reaching out for you.
The Entity dragged you down into the dark abyss below, and you stared at Frank, getting one last look at him.
–
You were getting a sick sense of Deja vu. Once again, you were floating around the darkness, light and weightless, and once again, there was that small light, followed by that same bearded man. But there was something different about him. Something off.
An orange iridescence dripped from him, the same that was and when he opened his eyes, they were matching, with a deep glowing orange. The eye he held in his hand was…humanlike, staring right at you, and when he spoke, he sounded different, almost as if he was speaking tongues, his voice distorted but somehow, you understood.
“You are a persistent one, human. It is almost admirable.”
The ground shook when he spoke, so loud and demanding, overwhelming you.
“I don’t mean any harm. I- I just want to be free.” You said, soft and meek, trying to plead with the divine being.
The man’s features darkened. “No. You are lucky. You should be rotting away in the void right now, but you are important to many here. You will never leave. You have no choice. I am greatly displeased with your constant undermining. However, your determination humors me. So, I will keep you. But you are not to make any attempts again.”
You began to fade into the darkness, once again, but you found your voice, speaking up.
“Wait. You can try all you want, but I won’t give up. No matter what, I’ll keep fighting. I’ll find a way, and if I won’t, then Frank will. But, I will stay here on one condition.”
The man reappeared, and claws wrapped around you stabbing into you painfully and making you cry out in pain. The claws forced you close to the man, looking into his glowing eyes, seeing nothing but an endless fire and hunger in them.
“You think you can give me conditions?”
“I know I can. You can throw me into the void, but just like Vigo, there will always be traces of me around. Traces for someone else to pick up and start with, and the person after that, and the person after that. Unless I destroy them, and stop it all now.”
The grip on you lightened. “...What is this condition?”
There was something peaceful about Mount Ormond when you woke up. There were no howling winds that would beat against the glass or make the walls shake. It was calm. You moved your hand to the opposite side of the bed, reaching over for Frank, but feeling nothing but the sheets. You sat up and undid the bandages around your waist, noticing that your wound had healed and was gone completely. It was like it had never happened.
After grabbing a shirt and slipping it on, you got to your feet and stretched. You hadn’t left that bed in days. Of course, most of the time you were close to death, so it was warranted.
You peered out the door, gazing down the hallway. No one was there. However, you heard voices coming from downstairs. You crept down the hall, following the voices, your bare feet padding against the plush carpet.
When you reached the end of the hall, you peered over the railing, spotting Frank and Julie downstairs in the living room.
“You said we were soulmates. That we were meant to be-”
“I know what I said, Julie, but I don’t feel that way about you anymore.”
“What, because of her?”
“Yes! I’ve loved her for years. Ever since we were kids. The things we went through. She never gave up on me, and she still doesn’t, not even now, when she knows what I- when she knows what we did. I’ve always loved her, and I always will.”
“But did you ever love me, Frank?” Her voice was soft and sad, the pain clear in it. A heavy guilt weighed on your shoulders.
“I…”
“Answer the question!”
“I don’t know, okay? I thought I did, but now I- I don’t know.”
She scoffed, shaking her head at him. “That’s what I thought.”
With that, she turned on her heel and stormed off. Frank groaned, hiding his face in his hands.
“Hey.” You were so quiet that Frank almost didn’t hear you. He looked over his shoulder, spotting you walking down the stairs, going to join him in the lobby/living room area. He offered you a weak smile. “Hey.”
You sat beside him on the couch, taking his hand, holding it gently. “Tell me you didn’t hear that conversation?”
“I did..I feel awful. I’m sorry for her, and I’m sorry I put you in this situation.” You squeezed his hand. He squeezed it back, reaching it over and pressing a kiss to the back of your palm.
“It’s not your fault. It’s mine.”
“Don’t blame yourself-”
“No, (y/n). It is. I should’ve told her sooner. I should’ve known. All that time we were apart, I knew. But I did everything to convince myself I didn’t..And what I did. I don’t regret killing that guy, but I do regret making the others kill him with me. I dragged them all here with me, and we’ll always be here now.”
“Do you think..Do you think you’d still be together if I wasn’t here?” You couldn’t help but ask.
He was silent for a moment, before he spoke again. “There’s something I have to show you.”
He went back up to his room, and he returned with the notebook. The one you had given him all those years ago. He handed it to you.
“You kept it?” You opened it, seeing that first note you had written him.
“Well, The Entity did. I had thrown it out, but The Entity kept all the notes I had written to you. I guess she knew how important it was to me.” He admitted.
You smiled softly, flipping through the pages and seeing how many letters he had written. “So you really did write the letters, huh? Did they help?”
“...Sometimes. Read them.”
You flipped back to the front page, reading the first letter he had written you.
–
It hurts. It hurts too much. Why did you leave me (y/n)? Why did you abandon me, just like the others?
Tears welled up in your eyes as you stared down at the paper, clutching it tightly. “I’m so sorry Frank. I wish I knew-”
“Shh, shhh, it’s not your fault baby. I chose to leave. I had to deal with the consequences. I just- I missed you so much.” He wraps an arm around your shoulder, wiping your tears and holding you close to him and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Can you keep reading for me?”
You nodded, taking a deep shaky breath and moving on to the next page.
–
“I don’t understand. On these pages, it says that you’ve moved on. That you’re happy with your group and your decisions.” You stared down at the last note.
He shook his head. “Do you think if I was happy with my choices, I would’ve written to you about it? All this time, I was thinking about you. Writing to you. And you know how much I hated school and writing. So no matter what front I put up, I was always thinking about you, caring about what you thought, what you’d do if you were there. Like I said before. I tried so hard to hate you, but I never could.”
He laughed softly. “And even when I thought it was over, when I thought I would be here forever, without you, The Entity brought you back to me. We’re stuck here together, for eternity. But there’s no one else I’d rather be stuck with than you.”
Your expression softened, and you smiled at him, letting him press his forehead against yours. “Yeah, you can never get rid of me now.”
“I’d never want to. I love you, (y/n).”
“I love you too, Frank.”
You leaned in, kissing him softly. After a few long moments, you pulled away.
“Are you sure your friends can handle us being together?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. I mean, Susie loves you, and Joey does too. I’m pretty sure he had a bit of a crush on you for a while.” He admitted, making you giggle.
“What about Julie?”
He sighed softly. “She’ll get over it eventually.”
You nodded solemnly. “It doesn’t matter, because no matter what I have you and we'll always be together.”
He cupped your cheek, kissing you again. But as he did, you felt yourself fade away, being pulled into a trial.
You let yourself get pulled, let the darkness overtake you, unafraid to face the fear, suffering and pain ahead. It didn’t matter. You had Frank and you knew, as long as you were with him, everything would be okay.
For what felt like years, everything went dark. You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. You stood there, frozen in place. Shocked, scared, broken. Once again, he had won. Once again, he had beaten you. Once again, had terrorized you, always managing to shake you to your core, no matter how hard you tried to fight it.
The next thing you knew, you had taken off, sprinting as fast as you could. You made your way back to your apartment, not even bothering to see if he was following. Once you got there, you slammed the door behind you and bolted it shut, running to the windows and double checking to make sure they were locked.
And then, you finally broke.
“Fuck!” You screamed, grabbing a chair from the kitchen table and throwing it across the room. You slammed your fist into the table in front of you, beating at it. Rachel was gone. She was actually gone and it was all your fault. Just like Lucia and Jesse.
Your knuckles were bloodied, and you didn’t even realize you were crying until you could hear your broken sobs, and feel your cheeks getting all wet. You slumped down, resting your body against the kitchen counter, letting yourself cry. Your body felt so sore and heavy, you just wanted to rest. You just wanted to fall asleep and never wake up again.
“Oh, poor baby girl.” A sadistic voice cooed. There he was out of nowhere, looming above you.
He reached across, running his gloved fingers over your cheek and brushing the tears away. “It’s not your fault. You tried warning her, but she didn’t listen. Stupid bitch.”
That made you snap. You smacked his hand away, reaching up and grabbing the knife on your counter. “Don’t touch me, you sadistic piece of shit. I’ll fucking kill you.”
In an instant, he tackled you, grabbing your arm and pinning you to the ground. One hand was on your wrist, the other wrapped around your throat. “Oh, so that’s what you want to do, huh? You want to hurt me? You want to kill me? Do it.”
His grip loosened around your throat and he tugged your hand, positioning it so you had the knife resting right at the center of his chest. You could easily kill him from there, press hard enough and slice through an aorta, but you didn’t. You couldn’t and he knew that. With a shaky hand, you pressed slightly, but then pulled away.
Even if you wanted him to hurt, even if you wanted him to pay, you didn’t want to be like him. You weren’t a murderer. You weren’t a monster like him. He tsked in response, yanking the knife from your hands and clenching your throat again.
“It’s sad. I really hoped you would have it in you. But you always have to fight it.” He leaned in, letting his mask rest against your cheek. “Maybe you like me too much.”
“Fuck you.” You spat angrily.
“You already did, sweetheart, and we both know you loved it.” He forced his thumb into your mouth, pressing the knife to your throat. You had no other choice but to wrap your lips around the digit, letting him push it to the back of your throat.
“Such a filthy slutty mouth. I should really do something about it, shouldn’t I? Make you my good girl all over again.” You were basically choking on the leather at this point, the metallic taste of blood on them making your eyes sting. You wanted to fight him, you wanted to bite his thumb off.
After a few long moments, he pulled away, leaving you drooling and gasping for air. Once you found your voice, you spoke again. “I’m not yours, and I never will be. I hate you. You’re disgusting.”
“Then why are you soaked through your panties right now, huh?” He pressed his thigh against your crotch, grinding it against you. You jolted from the sudden hard sensation against your clothed clit, a surprised moan slipping from your lips.
You were soaked. Why did your body react this way? Why did your body want this, when your mind was fighting so hard against it? What was wrong with you?
He grinded his thigh against your cunt harder, giving you more delicious friction. You couldn’t help but buck your hips against him. “Yeah, that’s it. Fuck yourself on my thigh like the little slut you are. Does that feel good?”
You bit your lip, holding back a moan and refusing to respond. He dug his knife into your neck, drawing blood. You hissed in pain. “Answer me, whore.”
“Yes.” You mewled, grinding against him, feeling that coil in your stomach tighten.
You shut your eyes, trying to pretend that you weren’t here, doing this with him. That it was anybody else. It helped slightly, except for the chilling feeling of the knife pressing against your skin as a reminder. He gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him.
“Keep them open.” He hissed, reaching down and pushing your panties aside, rubbing your clit roughly. You arched your back, your eyes flying open, coming face to face with his mask. His other hand pinched your cheeks, holding you in place. “Good girl.”
The next thing you knew, he had you pushed over the edge, letting you grind against his thigh as you worked yourself through your high, moaning and mewling.
He wrapped his arms around you, carrying you back to the bedroom. Your legs felt like jelly when he placed you down on the bed, and you heard the familiar clinking of his belt. He was on top of you this time, removing parts of his robe. You should be looking at him and everything he revealed, memorizing all of it and putting the pieces together. But before you could even think he was inside you and thrusting at an intoxicating pace.
“Fuck.” You choked out as you felt him wrap a hand around your throat and squeeze. Your eyes fluttered as he hit that spot every time.
“Isn’t it so much better when you don’t fight it? When you give in? Doesn’t it feel so good?” He hisses into your ear.
You found yourself nodding, unable to speak or think, just feel. Just like he wanted. He was winning. He had won time and time again, and you were tired of fighting. Tonight, you let yourself give in. You let yourself get lost in the pleasure and just feel.
He made you cum on his cock multiple times, switching positions and moving you like a doll, making you feel like a toy for him to use. You moaned and held onto him, cumming so hard that you were getting dizzy and you couldn’t even recognize the sounds you were making anymore.
It was probably the fourth time, (or maybe the fifth, you were losing count) when he had you on your knees while he thrusted in from behind. Your legs were shaking, threatening to give out, but he kept you up with one arm around your waist. His other groped your breast, enjoying how the flesh bounced in his hand.
“Ghostface, Ghostface.” You moaned, and your eyes were rolling into the back of your head. He leaned over and kissed you, and you barely comprehend that his mask was off and you could feel his stubble scraping against your jaw.
“Danny, baby. Call me Danny.” He crooned into your ear, biting the skin softly.
“Danny.” You let slip, hearing him groan in pleasure, his cock pulsating a little from your words. He kissed you again. “Good fucking girl. My good girl. Keep gripping my cock, just like that.”
He wrapped an arm around your neck, and you could feel yourself getting all light headed as he pounded inside. He was fucking you even harder, enjoying how you tightened from the lack of oxygen. He hit that spot over and over, making you see stars and pushing you over the edge. He came with you, biting into your shoulder so hard that he drew blood.
You felt him lay you down and bed, the familiar flash of a camera stinging your eyes and breaking you out of your daze ever so slightly. You didn’t care. You couldn’t. You were too exhausted, and you let yourself drift off.
Just finished s1 of Dexter and this made me remember how much I loveeee unserious killers 😭 like they make it so much fun to watch…honestly kind of gave me ghostie vibes
“Does this make it easier for you, because I can keep going”
You sighed softly as you lit the blunt between your lips. Things between you and Leon haven’t gotten any better. In fact, they just seem like they’ve become worse, with both of you avoiding each other. Lately, you haven’t really felt like talking to anyone. Even though the other survivors are going through the same thing as you, it felt like they didn’t understand. No one did.
When you weren’t in a trial, you were here, smoking and trying to numb the emptiness you felt inside. As time dragged on, you felt more alone, the hole inside only getting bigger and bigger.
So you were surprised when you heard a knock at your door. You debated answering it, wanting to be left alone, but you were also curious about who it could be.
It was Frank. Right as you were about to slam your door in his face, he moved his foot in the way he pushed the door aside, stepping inside.
“Get the fuck out!” You snapped, angry that he was forcing his way inside.
He ignored you, shutting the door behind him. He plucked the blunt from your lips, taking a deep drag and settling on the bean bag chair. He took a deep inhale, and then he spoke.
“Listen, I’m tired of this being mad and ignoring each other shit, okay? I just want to talk. I’m sorry for what I said before, and how I acted.” He took another hit, letting out a deep sigh before speaking again. “I was a real asshole, and everything you said was right. I think I was just acting that way because..because I was scared. I didn’t want to lose you. But I know getting out of here is the best thing for you, so I want to help.”
Your expression softened, your anger melting away. You reached over and took the blunt from him.
“Thanks, but you were right too. I don’t think I’ll ever be leaving this shit hole. It was stupid of me to hope I had a chance. I was being crazy.” You laid back on your bed, taking a hit and watching as the smoke curled above your lips.
“So, that’s it? You’re giving up?” He frowned. You shrugged.
Frank had seen this time and time again in survivors. Despair. Nothing left to keep them going. When they got like that, it wouldn’t be long until they were never seen again. Some said that they would die for real in trials, others said that they would be sent away to the void, serving no more purpose to The Entity.
He couldn’t lose you. Not like this. So, he got to his feet and took the joint from you again. He threw it onto the floor, putting it out with his boot.
“Hey-”
“Enough of this mopey pity party bullshit. We’re going back to the Blight’s realm, we’re going to get that serum and we’re going to get your locket back. Now come on.” He offered you his hand. You took it, letting him help you to your feet.
–
Once the coast was clear, you followed Frank into the Blight’s hideout. This time, you were able to locate the syringe easily. But you couldn’t find your locket. What did he want from it? Why did he take it? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that you found it, hopefully in one piece. It was one of the few things that helped you feel close to your sister, and without it, you felt empty.
Frank called out your name in a hushed shout and you didn’t even have to look to know. He was here. You could hear his groans as he charged back to his home, dashing quickly. You took cover, hiding underneath one of the lab tables, while Frank hid in the corner, standing next to the doorway.
With an inhuman growl, he wandered around his home. He threw down his bottles on a nearby table, causing you to flinch. You nudged the table above you slightly, and you prayed he wouldn’t notice. You held your breath as he got close, feeling your heart racing so fast you could hear the blood rushing in your ears.
Droplets of iridescent drool stained the floor in front of you, making you wince in disgust and a bony hand reached underneath the table. Right before his finger could even nudge your nose, there was a crash in the distance. Frank had taken one of his bottles and thrown it into the woods, distracting him. He had saved you.
“Hurry.” He whispered, once The Blight had left. You searched frantically, before seeing a glint in the corner of your eye. There it was, in good condition. Relieved, you grabbed it and put it on. But the relief only lasted so long, since the next thing you knew, The Blight was rushing back and Frank was screaming at you to run.
You vaulted a broken window, Frank following quickly behind. Before he could get all the way through, The Blight grabbed his leg, tugging him back. You grabbed Frank’s arm, pulling him forward.
“Let him go, you fucking freak!” You screamed at the hissing creature. Frank tried to elbow him, but he hardly reacted. So you had no other choice but to grab the serum you were keeping in your pocket, jamming it into the monster’s arm, causing him to squeal and release him.
You hauled him through the window, sprinting through the woods, not stopping or letting him go until the coast was clear. Once it was, you let him go and sat on the ground. You were exhausted, your lungs burned, and your legs hurt. You lied back. He lied beside you.
“Are you okay?” You asked between pants, gazing over at him.
“Yeah, are you?”
“Yeah. That asshole made me lose the serum, though.”
“About that. I actually was able to snag some. I knew with how things went last time, we were going to need a backup.” He pulled out an extra vial from his coat pocket.
You stared at him in shock, before throwing your arms around him. “Holy shit. We did it!”
He laughed softly, hugging you back. It took you a second to realize what you were doing, and who you were with, but once you did, you pulled away quickly, like you’d been burned.
You cleared your throat, unable to keep eye contact with him. “This is great, Frank. Thank you so much for your help.”
“Yeah. It’s good to be friends again.” He admitted.
“It is.”
You smiled at each other for a beat, before Frank broke the silence and the eye contact. “So, uh, what are we going to do now?”
A few hours passed, which you spent lying down in bed, staring down at the ceiling. You hardly even processed the time going by, too lost in your head. You thought about your life, your past, and mainly, Frank. Maybe The Entity was doing you a favor having you forget. Because now that you know, now that you remember. It all hurts. Your heart hurts, your head hurts, and it’s all so painful.
“Hey.” Frank greeted softly, shutting the door behind him. You sat up, looking over at him. “The others left, so it’s just us again. It’s safe. How are you feeling?”
“Fine, thanks.”
“That’s good.” He sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. You watched him, feeling something pang at your chest.
“I’m sorry.” You didn’t even know what you were apologizing for. You’re sorry he didn’t have loving parents, you’re sorry no one wanted to take him in, you’re sorry he had to fight so hard to survive, you’re sorry that you couldn’t help him enough, and you’re sorry for trying to fix something that was far too gone. You’re sorry for all of it.
“It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” He muttered with a shrug.
You reached over and held his arm softly. “It’s not your fault either.”
“So you don’t hate me?”
You shook your head. “I could never hate you.”
“I can’t hate you either.” He laughed a little. “You wanna know how mad I was after I left? I didn’t want you to accept it. I wanted you to come running after me, begging me not to go. I felt abandoned, again, even though I left, and I was so angry. I wanted to hate you so bad, I even wrote you those stupid notes. I wanted to forget you, to let you go. I thought I did, but when I saw you in that trial and it all came back, I knew that it would be impossible.”
“What about you? Were you ever angry?” He asked.
You thought it over. “Sometimes. Maybe if something happened that I’d want you to see, and you weren’t there. Like something I knew you’d like, or you hated, something funny, or something I knew would make you mad. I wanted to tell you, but I would forget you weren’t there. It always felt like you were there with me, you know? Even though you had left. Most of the time, I was sad.”
Frank gazed at you softly, feeling guilty and apologetic. He shouldn’t have tried to push you away. He should’ve known that things would end up like this. That no matter what, he’d come back to you. The two of you were stuck together, tethered, intertwined, fated to each other forever.
He leaned in and kissed you, molding his lips against yours. You kissed him back, but as his tongue swiped your lower lip, you pulled away. “Wait, what about Julie?”
“I don’t want Julie. I want you.” He kissed you passionately, and you let yourself melt against him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, making sure to be gentle and not worsen your injuries.
After a few long moments, you pulled away, breaking for air. You panted softly, your face flushed. “I-I just..I don’t want to be a homewrecker. You and Julie-”
“We’re done, I swear. Let me have you, please.” He murmured against your lips.
You took a deep, shaky breath. “Okay.”
He kissed down your neck, running his lips over where he knew you were sensitive. Despite all the time that’s gone by, Frank knew your body like the back of his hand. He knew what made you tick, what made you feel good, and what made you lose your mind. He needed to make up for lost time, and now that you were finally his again, he wasn’t going to let you go.
It had been so long since someone had touched you like this, since he had touched you like this, and you missed it. You missed him.
“Were you with anyone else after me?” He started to bite at your neck, pulling your shirt over your head.
“Only two, but I never- ah- finished. It was never enough and I always felt..empty. Because they weren’t you.” You moaned as he pressed kisses down your chest, wrapping a mouth around your nipple. After a moment, he switched breasts, giving both equal attention.
Then, he moved his head lower, kissing down your stomach and settling between your legs. “That’s right because you’re mine. My pretty girl. Always have been, always will be.”
You felt your heart clench at his words. After everything that happened, you’re his, and he’s yours. You wanted nothing more.
He pulled your shorts down, kissing up your knee, rubbing your thighs gently. He slowly reached his way to the center, and he could feel you practically trembling with anticipation. He moved your panties aside, eyeing your soaked cunt.
“So pretty and wet. Can’t believe I stayed away for so long.” He mumbled under his breath, before dipping his head down and licking up your slit. “Tastes amazing too.”
He wrapped his lips around your clit, suckling on it and causing you to let out a shaky breath. “Fuck, Frank.”
He pulled away, kissing your clit softly. Then, he moved your legs over your shoulders, and pressed his tongue between your folds, eating you out like a starved man. You moaned, arching your back as he kept going, letting his nose bump against your clit.
“Just like that, yes-” You ground your cunt against his face, desperate for more friction. Your eyes fluttered and your legs shook as you could feel yourself nearing the edge, the knot in your stomach tightening, before it inevitably snapped.
He licked your juices up, leaving you a whining overstimulated mess, before he pulled away. He leaned over and kissed you, laying you back on the bed. Then, he pulled off his shirt and pants, revealing the noticeable tent in his boxers.
“You think you’ll be okay? Like with your injuries and everything.” He asked, cupping your face softly. He was always so caring, never wanting you to hurt or feel uncomfortable.
You kissed him gently. “I’ll be fine, I promise.”
So, he lined himself up and slowly pushed inside. You had forgotten about the stretch that came with it, wincing slightly. You’ll never get used to it. Especially not now, when he’s fully grown, looming over you. He looks almost completely different, with scars lining his face and his body, his shoulders broader, sculpted muscles lining his upper body and abdomen.
“I know it hurts, baby. Just breathe for me okay? Good girl.” It was still him. It sounded like him, it felt like him, and even though he looked a little different, and was a little different than what you expected, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Once you were fully adjusted, he began to move, thrusting slowly at first and then inevitably picking up the pace. You dug your nails into his back, moaning and mewling, every time his hips met with yours.
“Pretty girl. My pretty girl.” He took one of your hands from his back, kissing it softly and pinning it onto the bed, intertwining your fingers with his. He groaned as you clenched and fluttered around him. He missed how good you felt, how good you looked, how good you sounded, how good you smelled, everything about you.
“I missed you baby. So fucking much.” He kissed you, thrusting even faster.
“I m-missed you too.” You whimpered, your walls clenching him tight as you got all close, eyes fluttering, and lips parting so prettily.
“I love you, I love you so much.” He groaned as he finished, gripping your hand tightly, squeezing your fingers.
He sighed softly, rolling off and lying down in bed beside you. It was quiet for a few beats, as you both came down from your highs before you spoke. “Did you mean it?”
He looked over at you. “Yeah.”
“I love you too. More than anything.” He kissed you, holding you close. The two of you fell asleep together in each other’s arms.
Mentions of: Murder, Gore, Character Death, Paranoia, Manipulation, and Stabbing
A/N: Kinda rushed but whatever..more coming soon!
Tags: @elentiyaiswriting @dead-bxxxtch-walking
@vandeaad @mama-miya @the-fandoms-georgie
Everything has been settled for a little while. There weren’t any murders or messages left in your car and apartment. You were finally starting to feel safe. You knew you shouldn’t. Not when this many people have been hurt. He’s up to something, you know it.
He’s luring you into a false sense of security, and once you finally let your guard down, he’ll strike. But even with that fear, you had to admit, it was nice, to feel slightly more okay again. You were starting to sleep again, and the nightmares were going away.
“It’s so weird, you know? The town’s quiet. The quietest it has been in a while.” Rachel remarked you, her and Jed standing around the coffee machine. For once, work was slow.
“Yeah, for once there’s nothing for us to write about. Maybe he’s finally gone.” Jed shrugged.
You gazed over at Jed, fearing that if he was even mentioned, he would come back. He would be here. Summoned like the monster he was. You didn’t comment, just gazed into the black pool of your coffee, before pouring some sugar into it and stirring.
“What do you mean?” Rachel asked.
“I mean, like, what if people are onto him, so he’s running?”
“You think the cops are finally starting to figure it out?”
Bullshit. You don’t buy it. The cops were hardly making progress. If they did, they would announce any developments in their investigation. They would show a sketch, and the only thing they had was that damn mask. If anything, you were the closest one to cracking it, and you were hardly making any progress.
Jed shrugged. “I don’t know. But I hope so.”
“Are you okay?” Jed asked, resting a hand on your shoulder and snapping you out of your thoughts. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“What do you think? You think he’s finally gone?”
You wanted to believe it. That you were safe. That everything’s going to be okay. You wanted to lie. But you couldn’t. Not to yourself, and not to them. “No. I mean, he has so much publicity. He wants the attention. He wouldn’t just disappear. Not without sending some sort of message first.”
Jed looked worried but also intrigued. Rachel seemed scared. “Why would you say something like that? Don’t you want him gone?”
“Of course I do.” You replied, fidgeting with the mug in your hand. “I just- I think we should be careful, that’s all.”
“Aren’t you tired of being careful? Of being afraid? He killed my friends, _____. He’s hurt people. So, I’m going to be happy that we’re finally safe again. You should be too.” With that, she walked off, leaving you to call after and feel guilty.
“Don’t, just give her some space.” Jed stopped you. “This is hard on her.”
“It’s hard on me too. She’s acting like this hasn’t affected me either. Like I haven’t lost anyone.” You said, frustrated.
“I know you have, and I know what you’re going through is rough. It’s just…Rachel has grown up here. This place is her home, and everyone she knows and loves isn’t safe, which is terrifying.” Jed tried to reason.
You sighed. “I know. And I know you guys are probably right. I want you guys to be right. But, I have a bad feeling.”
“I’m sure they’ll figure him out eventually. Killers like that don’t have that much publicity and get away with it.” He did have a point. Not to mention how arrogant he was. Ghostface is smart and he knows that, but he thinks he can get away with everything. He thinks he can hurt you, and use you, that he can do whatever he wants, and that will be his downfall.
“No matter what happens, I’ll do what I can to protect you. I promise. You call me and I’ll be there. Anytime, anyplace, just call me.” He took your hands in his, giving them a soft squeeze.
You smiled at him, leaning in and giving his lips a soft peck. “Thanks, Jed.”
Someone else came in, causing the two of you to pull away from each other. It was time to get back to work.
–
Even after what happened earlier, Rachel still invited you and Jed out for drinks. You would reason against it and tell her that it’s not safe, but you knew that would end badly. She was too stubborn. She wouldn’t listen and she’d just get more mad at you.
Instead, here you were, watching her across the bar, making sure she stayed safe. Jed followed your eyes, catching on to your stare. “Are you going to spend the whole night babysitting her?”
“If it means she’s safe, then yes I will.” Not that it ensured anything. You could follow her home and he’d be waiting there for her. He could be anywhere.
“Look, Rachel’s tough. She’ll be okay. I promise, but if you want, I can walk her home for you.” You sighed, slightly relieved at that.
–
“Are you okay? You’ve been in the bathroom for a while.” You couldn’t help but ask Jed, not even two hours later. He looked pale and he was sweaty.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I think I ate or drank something funny, but I’ll be okay.” His hands were trembling. You were worried. “Jed, you should go home.”
“But what about-”
“It’s fine. I can look after her. Let’s get you a cab.” You walked him outside, letting him lean against you. You wanted to look after him too, now..but you knew that Rachel would be more vulnerable. Going home drunk with a stranger like she always did but what if she goes back with the wrong one?
“Call me and let me know you got home safe okay?” You hugged him and helped him into the car.
“I will.”
You turned away and walked into the bar. Luckily for you, Rachel was just about to leave. You followed her down the dark road, while she stumbled along with the stranger. Soon enough, she was only two blocks away from her house. Nothing had happened. There was no one suspicious, no strange hooded figures, nothing.
Maybe she was right. Maybe you are safe. Maybe he really is gone.
Suddenly, a hooded figure stalked behind them, and just as you could warn them, the man’s throat was slit. You sprinted over, and you were only halfway there when Rachel took off. He caught her easily, stepping on the back of her ankle and stabbing her in the back, before he faced her right in front of you, holding her back by the hair and running his blade across her throat, forcing you to watch as she choked on her blood and the life drained from her eyes.
A/N: An angsty chap after you’ve all been waiting lol
It wasn’t long after the trial that you were on your way over to The Legion’s ski lodge. You were too pissed to care if the other members were there. All you cared about was dealing with Frank.
You practically slammed the door open, storming inside. Frank was alone, sitting on his couch and smoking a cigarette. It was funny to think that just weeks ago you were sitting on that couch, smoking with him.
“What the hell was that Frank?” You snapped.
He seemed slightly startled by your appearance, but it wasn’t long until that emotion changed into irritation. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“I don’t care. Whatever that was- it was pathetic. Holding a grudge against Leon because we slept together? Why do you even care? We’re not even friends and who I fuck is none of your business. I’m an adult and I can hook up with whoever I want. You had no right to do that.”
“You’re right. You can fuck whoever you want. I’m an adult too, and I can kill whoever I want and you have no say. I’m allowed to make my own decisions too.” He shot back, getting to his feet. He was looming above you, your faces mere inches apart. He blew some smoke in your face. God, he’s such an asshole.
“Sure. You can choose to stand there the whole fucking trial and stab him over and over again and throw a fit like a fucking kid. I’m embarrassed for you.” You seethed.
“You know what’s embarrassing? You coming here and defending your little boyfriend, thinking that you can get me to apologize. You’re not the killer sweetheart, I am. I get to kill whoever I want however I want. I can even hurt you right now if I want to.” He pulled the knife from his pocket, running his finger along the jagged edge.
You knew it was an empty threat. Even though you’re not friends anymore, you still know him and you know he won’t hurt you, no matter how much he wants to.
“But you don’t want to hurt me, do you, Frank? Why were you at my cabin that night anyway? What were you doing there?” You replied, watching his expression change once again. He looked like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Got him.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Bullshit. You were coming to talk to me, weren’t you? Here you are, acting all tough and threatening but you wanted to apologize that night. I know you did. You keep forgetting that I know you, Frank. So, quit acting like a jealous prick, get over yourself, and get your shit together.”
With that, you turned on your heel and left. Frank watched as you left, gripping the wooden door frame so hard that he felt it crack under his fingers. You infuriated him. Thinking you always know him, acting like you were above..and the worst part was that you were right. Everything that you had said about him was spot on.
Fuck, he was so angry. He wanted to hurt you, wanted to stab you, wanted to wrap his hands around your throat until your face got all swollen and purple. But at the same time, he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to bite and suck at your neck. He wanted to be inside you. He wanted to fuck the anger away, thrusting into you hard and fast, leaving you gasping, whimpering, and moaning.
He wanted to hate you. But how could he?
–
You spotted Leon sitting alone at the campfire. It seemed like he was deep in thought, staring at the fire crackling in front of him. Not wanting to startle him, you slowly approached, murmuring a small, “Hey.”
He looked up, the ghost of a smile crossing his lips. “Hey.”
“Is it okay if I sit here?” You asked and he shrugged. So, you took a seat on the log beside him.
After a few moments of silence, he spoke. “In the trial, you were talking to the Legion and it seemed like- why did it seem like you guys knew each other? Like you were..familiar?”
You sighed softly. “We had been friends and-”
“Wait, you were friends with a killer?” He was making you sound bad.
“I mean, yes but-”
“You know they hurt us, right? They hurt me, they hurt our friends. They hurt you. And you want to be friends with them?” He remarked.
“Leon, if you could just let me explain. I’m not trying to justify hurting them or murder in any shape or form, and I have been friends with some of them in the past because it’s complicated. The Entity makes them kill and hunt for her, they don’t have a choice. I’m not friends with them anymore anyway.”
“I’m sorry, but this is- it’s just- it’s too weird.” Leon got to his feet, walking off and leaving you all alone.
In trying to fix things, you just fucked them up more. Like you always did. You swore under your breath, hanging your head. Sighing deeply, you pulled a cigarette from your back pocket, using the flickering flame in front of you to light it.
“What happened to you?” Claire asked as she joined you at the fire. You shook your head in response. “It’s stupid.”
“Well, you can talk about it. Only if you want to, of course. I won’t judge.” She offered. You didn’t know if you should believe that, considering how understanding her friend was.
You blew out some smoke, gazing up at the night sky above. “I slept with Leon, and an old friend of mine found out and he wasn’t too happy about it.”
“You and Leon? I never saw that coming. Damn, Chris is going to be so upset. He really liked you.” She remarked.
“Well, things between us aren’t working out anyway.” You sighed, grinning at her. She smiled back. “I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”
You found yourself looking at the sky again. “I hope so.”
Mentions of: Murder, Injury, Vomit, Legion Lore Homicidal Thoughts and lots of angst
A/N: Finally another chapter…but it’s kind of a painful one lol
Tags: @prettycutebunny @vandeaad @mama-miya
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Frank held you tightly to his chest as he rushed back to the lodge. You were burning up, groaning in pain, hardly able to keep your eyes open. He placed you onto his bed before racing downstairs. He poured some cold water on a rag, ringing it out in the sink. Then, he placed the rag on your forehead and moved your shirt up to see where you had been injured.
You hissed at the movement, and he muttered apologies. You had bled so much that it had soaked through your shirt and caused it to cling to you. There was a deep gash in your side from where the Entity had pierced you with its claw, dark red oozing out, with a black substance. He couldn’t tell what it was. A serum from The Entity maybe? Poison? When he touched it, it burned his fingers. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good and he had to get it out of you.
You jolted slightly, whimpering in pain. “Hurts.”
“I know, baby, I know. It’s going to be okay, I promise. I’m going to take care of you.” He cupped your cheek gently, watching as you went unconscious once again.
–
You drifted in and out of consciousness, occasionally waking from the searing pain in your side, but always comforted by a soothing hand squeezing you softly, whispering that it’s okay. You hardly dreamt, just floated in the darkness, seeing nothing, feeling nothing.
Eventually, your eyes fluttered open and for the first time, you managed to keep them open. You sat up in bed, wincing in pain, trying to fight the deep throbbing in your side. Once the pain lessened, you tried to figure out where you were.
You looked down at yourself, seeing that your shirt was off, leaving you with only a bra and bandages wrapped tightly around your stomach and waist. Then, you scanned your surroundings. You were in some sort of makeshift bedroom, lying on a mattress on the floor. On your right was a window, where snow was slowly falling outside. There were occasional gusts of wind that rattled against the glass.
Where were you? How did you get here? The last thing you could remember was…Frank.
As if he could read your thoughts, he appeared in the doorway, a relieved expression on his face. He rushed to your side, sitting down beside the bed. “You’re awake.”
“What happened?” You couldn’t help but ask. “I found you out there and The Entity-”
You shook your head. “I don’t care about The Entity. I mean what happened to you? Why did you wind up here? Why were you wearing that mask? What did you do?”
He looked so different now. The tattoos, the scars… He always had a lot of scars due to what happened in the past with foster care and everything, and you had a few scars yourself, but this was different. His hands were wrapped up with bandages constantly, like he had been fighting, and his nose was crooked from past breaks. But the masks, the blood on his clothes, the knife he had. What happened?
“Everyone is here for a reason.” That’s what Bill told you when you first got here. So why was he here? What did he do to bring him here? What made him a killer?
He shook his head, his eyes darkening. “I already told you, (y/n). I’m not like you. I’m not good. I can’t be fixed. I can’t be changed.”
“Did you kill someone?”
“What if I did? What if I liked it?”
You felt sick. Your hands were shaking and you began to gag. Frank was quick to grab a bucket, pulling back your hair as you threw up. He rubbed your back soothingly while you got it all out and you didn’t know how to feel. You didn’t know if you wanted him near you. If you wanted him to touch you. But then again, you had missed him so much, more than anything.
He brought you some water to drink and leaned against the wall across from you. “We were robbing a grocery store. It was supposed to be simple, an easy break-in while the place was empty. But the manager was still there and he grabbed Julie and for some reason, all I could see was you. Everyone that hurt you that you never let me hurt back. You never let me make them pay. I finally got my chance, and for once in my life, it felt like I was in control. Like I was free.”
He stared at you, studying your expression. Did you hate him now? Were you afraid? Were you disgusted?
“I never stopped loving you, even after I left.” Was all that you managed to say.
“Do you still love me now?” He couldn’t help but ask.
Tears welled up in your eyes as a lump formed in your throat. You knew that Frank always struggled with his temper and violent urges. You knew that he hadn’t been treated with love. You used to think that you helped him, but once he was gone you knew you couldn’t. You hoped that he would change, that he would be good, but deep down, you knew it would always end like this. But knowing the awful things he did, how could you still love him?
“It doesn’t matter how I feel. You’re right. You can’t change. And now, you have people you belong with. You have Julie, so I should-” You tried to get to your feet, but pain shot through you, causing you to double over. Everything hurt so much. You felt so weak.
Frank caught you, holding you against him. No matter how much he wanted to push you away, his longing for you overpowered it. He had missed you so much, and seeing you like this was killing him. He still wanted you. He didn’t think that feeling would ever go away. He clutched you tightly and never wanted to let you go. He couldn’t lose you. Not again.
“You can hardly move, (y/n). You need to rest.” He told you.
Suddenly, there was the sound of voices downstairs. The others must’ve gotten back from their trials. He helped you back to bed, before getting to his feet. “Stay here. I’ll be back soon.”
