To say Evan Macmillan was a dreamer would be a severe understatement.

When he was alone inside of the empty shack in the outskirts of the Macmillan Estate he would find himself sitting on the couch he had taken from a trial many years ago with his eyes closed as he dreamed of a life outside of this one. When he was doing this he could feel the tendrils of his old self return for just a moment, indulging in what it might have been like to have escaped his father's clutches and started his own life. If he'd found a pretty girl and settled down in a cozy cabin somwhere away from everyone and started a family. What it might be like to live a completely normal life with the person he loved.

As of late, the person he imagined being his lover and companion was none other than Meg Thomas, one of the survivors that he was supposed to kill every single day. He didn't really know exactly what it was about that particular survivor, but something about her drew him to her. She was stunning, there was no denying that. She was easily one of the most beautiful women he'd seen, in The Nightmare and out of it. Not to mention she challenged him in ways the others did not, and not for one second had she ever been scared of him. She saw him as a challenge as well, and for many years it had been a game of cat and mouse between them, sometimes she would get away, sometimes Evan would kill her, but it was an unspoken dance between them. One that had gone on for much longer than it ever should have. He didn't like to think about those times very much at all. The sound of his cleaver ripping through her flesh made him cringe, even the very thought of it.

He'd never lay a finger on her again.

Of course, she'd take notice eventually, but he's cross that bridge when he got to it.

Evan wasn't exactly sure how or when he fell in love with Meg Thomas, but he fell hard and fast, and one day he rose his weapon to swing at her and just couldn't bring himself to do it anymore. The very thought made him sick to his stomach. He'd left her there with a bewildered expression on her face as he pursued the others.

Evan Macmillan wasn't a fool. He knew these fantasies would never be reality. He knew that one day he would have to face the consequences of his actions, but today, he wanted to play pretend.

Even though the trials would be starting soon, he plopped down on the couch and crossed his arms, let his head fall against the cushions and closed his eyes.

In this dream, he was getting ready for his job at who knows where and he had to be there who knows when, but he still had some time left. He was trying to tie his necktie with a piece of bread in his mouth but was failing miserably at it. He heard a sweet chuckle of amusement from behind him and he turned to see Meg in a flowing blue dress that matched her eyes. She stepped over to him and slapped his hand away from his tie playfully, replacing his hands with her own as she tied it with skilled fingers.

"You know you can ask me to help you every once in a while, right? Not everyone can eat and get dressed at the same time." She smiled as she worked.

He returned her smile with a smirk and took the bread out of his mouth, "I didn't want to disturb you, you seemed very interested in the book I got you."

"I sure was! But I couldn't just watch you squirm over here helplessly for a moment longer, Jane Eyre can wait, you can't if you want to catch that truck. They've left without you once they'll do it again!" She patted the tie after tightening it around his neck.

Evan reached down and grabbed her hand gently, bringing her wrist to his mouth and placed small kisses along her arm, "You're so good to me. I don't deserve you."

She put a hand on his cheek and pulled him close, standing on her tip toes as she put her lips against his. He melted like butter and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against his chest while he deepened the kiss. His heart raced in his chest as they stood there getting lost in each other. It wasn't enough when she pulled away, but he knew it never would be.

Evan could feel The Entity calling him to his first trial. He sighed in disappointment.

Meg straightened his tie one more time before patting him on the shoulder, "Looks like it's time for you to go to work."

A deep frown plastered on his face and he looked away from her, wanting to stay in this fantasy for just a little bit longer.

Meg pulled him into one last hug before giving him a light shove, "Don't pout! You have to go earn money for supper tonight! You better get going!"

The car that was supposed to take him to work beeped outside as Evan turned back to Meg, ignoring them, "I wish this could be real." His eyes glazed over with the threat of tears as he spoke, "I wish I could be like this with the real you."

Fake Meg smiled and leaned forward, moving slowly before whispering softly into his ear, "Then come get me." And then she was gone. Evan sat up in surprise on the couch. That was weird.

The Entity called once again, louder this time and Evan knew he couldn't keep it waiting any longer. He'd only made that mistake once, and he didn't plan to make it again. He stood to his feet, the floor creaking with his foot steps as he grabbed his cleaver and made his way out of the shack, looking over his shoulder for a second before closing the door behind him and making his way towards the tree line. He didn't care for performing in trials one bit, never had, but it was just something he had to do. Frankly, he didn't really want more metal rods sticking out of his skin.

Once he walking into the trees, a dark fog swirled around him and turned his vision to black. When he regained his sight, he was somewhere else entirely. It was Haddonfield, he recalled it being named. Weird looking modern houses surrounded him as he began in the street. This was a relatively small setting, so setting up his traps wouldn't be too difficult or time consuming. He pulled a trap off of the side of his belt and carried it in his hand while he walked towards a house to his left, setting a trap down in the grass near the entrance, smoothing the grass down so it would remain hidden. He continued this for several more traps before he heard the distant explosion of a generator. He turned quickly and made his way towards the source of the sound, careful to tread lightly so the survivor wouldn't hear him. When he turned the corner of one of the houses, he saw a small girl with curly blond hair working on a generator quickly, all of her attention on the task at hand. He took one more cautious step before springing out from hiding, his cleaver colliding with her shoulder hard. She screamed and fell backwards, kicking back as she scrambled to get away but it was no use. She was cornered. Evan raised his weapon and slashed down across her chest. She screamed again and fell limp to the ground, motionless. She wasn't dead, but she would be soon. He reached down and picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder and threw her onto a hook nearby. He tried to ignore her howl of pain when the hook violently woke her from her state of shock as he walked away.

He caught a flash of red from the corner of his eye. He snapped his head to the right and saw none other than Meg herself run behind a wall quickly, but not quick enough to avoid being seen. She was going to go for the save the second he walked away, and he couldn't allow that. He began bee-lining towards her quickly with the intention only to scare her off. His heart beat quickened as he got near but he ignored it, focusing on being The Trapper and not Evan for a little while.

Meg realized she had been spotted and vaulted a window nearby with impressive speed, dashing quickly towards a pallet in the corner of the trial. He followed suit, hearing the blond survivor calling for help from somewhere behind him. When meg reached the pallet, he chased her around it for a few seconds before she slammed it down in front of him, cutting him off from getting to her. He raised a boot and kicked the pallet until it was broken. She turned around to find another place to run but...

She had completely cornered herself. There wasn't a single direction she could run where The Trapper couldn't get a hit in on her. She paused and stared at the brick wall behind her and turned to face the huge masked man in front of her, panting as she figured out her next move after she took a hit.

But The Trapper didn't raise his weapon. He watched her with sad eyes behind his mask as they faced off. They stared at each other for at least half a minute before Evan let out an annoyed sigh and simply turned away, hearing the hooked survivor being rescued he made his way back over there. He didn't look back to see Meg's reaction, but he was sure he didn't want to see it anyway. He was almost there when-

"Hey! Get back here!"

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked over his shoulder to see Meg stepping towards him, her face plastered in anger and confusion, "What are you doing?"

He turned away and continued walking to where he was going, his heart picking up once again at being the center of her attention. This attention was bad though. They had a very strict relationship, and nothing would ever change. He didn't want to even consider it as a possibility, or it might hinder his performance in trials, which usually equaled torture.

He could hear her running after him but her footsteps faded as she thought better of it. Good. He could focus now. He followed the trail of blood from the hook to find the injured survivor being healed by an Asian boy. They looked up to see him and turned tail, sprinting off in different directions. He took a breath and followed after one.

The trial dragged on as they always did. Soon the last generator had popped to life and the exit gates blared as power surged through them. The blonde and The Asian had both been sacrificed on the hooks and it was just Meg and a foreign man named David left. He frowned as the hunt began, wishing he knew what most of the survivors names where.

Evan could hear the beeping of and exit gate blaring and he made his way towards it quickly. He caught David opening it with a second to spare and just barely managed to rip him off of it as he committed all the way to the last second. The Trapper turned and threw David on the hook near the gate, watching for a moment as The Entity came down and took his sacrifice hungrily, the exit gate behind him beeped and slid open while he was distracted. Evan turned around to see Meg standing in the middle of the entrance to the exit. She stared at him in a crouched position, ready to spring into action at a moments notice. He watched her for a moment before once again turning away and walking in the other direction, wondering when The Entity would end the trial.

"Trapper!"

He didn't look back this time and kept walking. He knew he was being foolish by showing such obvious mercy every trial, but he had sworn he wouldn't lay another finger on the red-head, and he had every intention of keeping that promise.

But Meg wasn't having it anymore. She ran right up behind him and grabbed his arm and tugging in back. He jumped in surprise and turned towards her, his eyes wide in surprise. He hadn't anticipated on her being this brave, but Meg did always manage to surprise him when he least expected it.

She glared up at him with her fists clenched, her nose crunched up in anger. He couldn't help but think to himself that she was even pretty when she was angry.

"What the hell have you been doing? You kill all of the others without a second thought but you keep letting me get away?" She spat at him, her arms waving around as she spoke. Evan just stood here and took it, not sure what he could even do. He didn't like her anger being directed at him, but it wasn't like he didn't deserve it. He stayed quiet as she spoke.

"Why?" She demanded, standing up straight as she waited for an answer, "You can talk, can't you? Tell me why."

He didn't say anything. He didn't move.

She pushed him and he stumbled back a few steps, not expecting it. She followed him as he stumbled back, pushing him again, "Tell me why!"

Evan couldn't let this go on any longer otherwise The Entity might take notice. He didn't dare think about it deciding to take it's anger out on Meg for not escaping like she's told to. He grabbed her by the waist and slung her over his shoulder. She yelped in surprise and tried to kick out of his grasp, yet not letting it go even for a second.

"Put me down! Tell me! Why do you keep letting me go? Answer me!"

He walked through the archway to the exit and dropped her down in front of the exit where he wasn't allowed to follow. She stood her ground though and refused to back down. When she didn't leave Evan gave her a small shove and forced her to cross the line where she wouldn't be able to return. She howled and screamed in rage and kicked against the invisible barrier that separated them but he didn't stick around to see it. He left the exit gate and walked back towards the street with the anger filled voice of the most resilient survivor of them all calling behind him as the fog swirled around them both.

He told himself it was better this way, but he didn't really believe it.