"Frank, can I ask you something?".

Frank pulled his gaze away from the cracked window, to look at his bespectacled companion. Dwight should have known better than to push his luck with the Legion. He was unable to guess how long they had all be locked in the clubhouse. All he knew was, things were bad and if they did not go back to normal soon, someone was going to be killed. He was waiting for the moment it would happen. Perhaps he would say the wrong thing to Susie, maybe he would get in Joey's way or refuse an order from Frank, who took pleasure in telling Dwight he belonged to him now. Maybe the hope of a possible death was spurring this desire to pry into the killer's thoughts. Dwight would never admit it to anyone but he was actually beginning to miss dying. Death in the trials always meant seeing his friends again. He was unsure if death in the killer's realm would mean the same.

"Shoot", Frank told him, turning his gaze back to the snow outside, subconsciously noting that it was no different to the snow inside.

"What did you ask the Entity for? Before you asked for me?", Dwight enquired. He felt the question made him sound narcissistic but, the thought had been playing on his mind. He felt that asking for a person was a huge request so he could not help but wonder what request was too much for the Entity to grant.

Frank's hands hung by his sides, clenching and unclenching them into fists. Maybe he should not have asked.

"Would you like to go home, Dwight?".

The leader perked up the question.

"Well, my friends are there so-".

"No. Your actual home".

"Oh".

Dwight thought about it for a moment. He knew the answer Frank was expecting. He knew he would be expected to say he missed his family, he missed his job, he missed his tiny apartment with the bathroom window that always refused to close properly. The reality of Dwight's situation was he really lacked anything to miss. He could not even remember the last time he had contact with his dad. He left drunk one night so it was possible the man was no longer alive. He had no desire to return to his job either. He had no real friends. The Entity's realm was the first place he actually felt useful and had people he genuinely care for, and who genuinely cared for him too. Although, he could have done without the endless running for his life. A life that no longer felt like it belonged to him anymore.

Dwight sighed loudly before simply responding to Frank's question with a, "Yes". It was expected of him after all.

"Well we want to go home too", Frank's hands now gripped to the windowsill, his knuckles turning white. Dwight never really thought about where the killers came from and what kind of lives they may have had before all this. It hurt him to know the Entity would refuse such a request. He assumed, having the option, the Entity would not let them go but having it solidified hurt. He did not hurt for himself but, for his friends who had something to go back to. Meg had her mother who she always spoke so fondly of, Claudette could have a chance to finish her education. Hell, David and Jake had fortunes to inherit if they chose.

Dwight had not noticed Frank move from the window or how close he was sitting to him now.

"This place used to be fun, believe it or not", Frank began. "The thing above, spoiled us. It loved us and we...I loved it. I'd do anything for it".

Dwight held the other man's gaze for the first time since he arrived here.

"You know it's hard", Frank gripped Dwight's arm tightly, causing him to whimper but, he still could not look away. Something about Frank's eyes was hypnotising.

"You know how stressful it's been here lately", he continued. "When there's nothing for us to do...Hell, I don't know what to do with all this energy".

Frank shoved Dwight back onto the bed, his head hitting the headboard. Straddling the leader, the younger man growled, "And fuck me, I've a lot of energy".

"W-what?", Dwight gasped, as the other man bit down on his neck, sucking hard. He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to mask the whines that threatened to escape him. A hand snaked down between his legs, taking a moment to tease the area before moving to impatiently undo his slacks. The hand moved inside to fondle his crotch, causing Dwight to groan loudly.

His mind raced. Why was he liking this? He really should not be liking this. This was wrong, this was gross, this was a guy who would not think twice about throwing his friends on a hook. But it felt good. Really good. He had not been touched like this since-

"Mmph... David".

The hand in his pants was quickly replaced with a hand around his throat.

"What the fuck did you just say?", Frank growled, squeezing Dwight's airway.

Dwight's eyes went wide at the sudden change of situation, clawing at the hand on his throat as his lungs burned for air.

"What did you say?!", Frank's voice was louder this time, applying more pressure, shoving the leader deeper into the bed. "Remember, you're mine", he was told, again.

In all honesty, Dwight did not know what he said. All he knew was he needed to get out of here, fast.

Frank's grip let up, allowing Dwight to gasp for air. He tried to push the other man off him but failed. The man just laughed at his pathetic attempt to break free.

"Well, we're just gonna have to do this the hard way then", Frank wrestled with Dwight for a moment, eventually overpowering him and managing to flip him over so he was now on his stomach.

"Get off me!", Dwight fought to get out of the killer's clutches, kicking his legs, eventually kicking Frank where it hurt, buying him time. Dwight jumped to this feet and sprinted towards the door, making his way into the living room. He had no plan, his only goal to get away from Frank. It was hard for him to pinpoint exactly when his new living situation began to go really wrong, but it was definitely crumbling now.

Frank eventually caught up to him, tackling him to the ground. They must have caused some commotion as the other members of the Legion soon rushed into the room to see what was going on. Julie and Susie moved to pull the two men apart, needing to recruit the help of a reluctant Joey to subdue the manic Frank.

"Pack it in, idiot", Joey grabbed Frank by his collar, giving him a shake.

"What's all this about? Actually wait I don't care", Julie voiced, much to the annoyance of everyone else. "Oh wait, I see", raising an eyebrow at Dwight's still unbuttoned slacks.

"If you can't keep that pet of yours on a leash, then get him the hell out of here", Susie spoke up, glaring at Dwight.

"Y'know what Suse? For once, I actually agree with you". Joey shoved Frank to the floor, moving to stand over Dwight who was still on the ground, petrified. Dwight was grabbed roughly by the hair and yanked up to his feet.

"Wait, woah Joey, what are you doing? We don't want to get in any more trouble", Julie warned.

"It was all this fuckery that brought all this trouble in the first place. I'm putting an end to it". Joey held Dwight close to his chest, drawing his knife from his pocket.

"Joey, no!", Frank jumped to his feet, trying to intervene. "You touch my property and I kill you".

But it was too late. Dwight collapsed to his the floor, a shaky hand clasping over the slit in the throat, as he began to choke on his own blood. As his vision began to fade, he could just about see Frank square up to Joey, while the girls tried to keep them apart. Dwight's eyes fluttered closed as his life was drained from him, hoping that maybe this time, death would be an escape.