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DEAD BY DAYLIGHT: Mercy?
Summary: Why? Why did he let her go? Why didn't he place her on those blood-soaked hooks to be offered to... whatever that spider thing was? Why? And why wouldn't those spikes let him through the gate like the rest of them?
Was it possible that he was... trapped too?
Prologue
Kendal tried to control her breathing as the large man with the bear traps walked passed the closet she was hiding in. Soon enough, her breathing was barely audible, and she somewhat relaxed when the man walked away, chasing someone else.
Kendal waited until the footsteps faded away. Then quiet. She was still unsure if the quiet was good or bad.
With a deep breath, she slowly stepped out, cringing at the eerie creek of the rusted hinges, and then proceeded to continue through this nightmare.
Kendal had curly hair that just reached her shoulders in a shade of dark brown. She had a lightly tanned skin tone, her face covered in dirt, and had eyes a piercing blue. She wore a simple black t-shirt with the bold words 'So Many Arseholes, So Few Bullets', with a beige cardigan and a pair of tan shorts, and white sneakers.
She honestly didn't know what happened. Well, she knew what she was doing when she entered the abandoned MacMillan Estate for a conspiracy vlog for her YouTube channel. She had no idea how she got here though. She remembered getting incredibly dizzy and then waking up by this campfire alone with no-one in sight for miles. Then this strange black fog overtook her body and she found her self in this even more eerie and rundown version of the Estate.
Now she was trying to get back to the camp, but she had no f***ing clue how to start.
Kendal took a deep calming breath, and continued to look around for anything that may help. She stopped everything when she heard the sounds of struggles. She acted quick and hid around the corner of a small brick outhouse to spy on what was going on.
It was a young woman, probably her age of 19 with dark skin and glasses. She didn't know her, but she recognized the man carrying her. He placed the bear trap on his belt and hoisted the girl onto the hook. Kendal flinched and looked away at the sound of her blood curdling scream. And almost instantly, some black nothingness wrapped around the hook, and a set of spider like legs appeared above the hook and proceeded to try and impale her. She struggled a good bit, but eventually, her attempts were futile and Kendal could only watch as she was skewered and then hoisted in this... circle of black smoke and spider leg-like spikes.
Kendal shivered. She'd never seen anything like that before, and she was sure that she would see that again and again in her nightmares.
She made to walk away quietly, stepping back quietly...
Only to be met with shearing pain on her ankle.
A cry of agony escaped her lips before she could stop herself, and bent down quickly to try and pry the trap open. She could hear the heavy footsteps of the man coming towards her. He turned the corner she was hiding behind and spotted her on the ground.
Pain and fear was making her heart pulse and pump. Or was that the man's presence? She couldn't tell anymore as tears pricked her eyes and threatened to fall down her cheeks. She watched as he easily pulled the trap apart, freeing her ankle, which was now stained with her blood. He took great care, she noticed, taking the bear trap off of her person, making sure not to snap it in half with his strength and tenderly placing it on his belt. He exchanged eye contact with her. Kendal studied his mask. It was white and looked to be made of bone. It probably was. The uneven teeth embedded into the mouth of the mask did not settle her nerves.
And those eyes. They were black, with red pupils, bright enough to elope her body with it's ray of light. And was devoid of emotion. Humanity.
It was getting uncomfortable at how intensely he was staring at her. It was making her skin crawl.
Finally, he picked her up by the waist and hoisted her over his shoulder. She began struggling immediately, failing her arms and legs around, before managing to hoist the higher half of her body to look over his shoulder. Her blood ran cold at the sight of the blood soaked hook in their general direction. But then he paused, making Kendal pause as well.
He then made a low humming noise. It sounded like the snorting puffs of air of a grizzly bear.
And began strutting towards something else, away from the hook.
As they continued walking, she noticed the scenery around her change, from dead fields to brick pillars and walls. Carefully lifting herself up to look over his shoulder again, she saw that he was taking her towards some people. To her relief, the people looked as normal as her. Both were male.
The man then made to lay her down in front of them, but as he bent down, horrid looking spikes crisscrossed out of the ground, impaling his stomach, making him grunt in pain and drop her, thankfully on the other side, near the two men. They all watched as the spikes retracted back into the dead soil and as the man placed one of his blooded, meaty hands over the wound.
The blood was black like boiling tar, with what appeared to be hovered by burning embers, oozing through his fingers.
He didn't appear to be in agony. Slight pain, perhaps, but, no agony appeared in those coal black eyes. No expression at all really.
Finally, the two men behind her snapped out of their stupor and picked her up gently by the arms and pulled them around their neck, dragging her away from the man.
Kendal's focus was entirely on the masked man, who had forgotten his wound and just stared at her like he did before, As though studying her. Finally, he simply nodded to her, as though in acknowledgement and respect for 'winning' whatever sick and twisted game this was, and just walked away, the gates closing as he did.
Why? Why did he let her go? Why didn't he place her on those blood-soaked hooks to be offered to... whatever that spider thing was? Why? And why wouldn't those spikes let him through the gate like the rest of them?
Was it possible that he was... trapped too?
So, I'm rewriting this story. And I'm positive that with my sister's help, this FanFic will blow out of the water.
