Oh boy I enjoyed writing this one, I had a bit too much fun at the end and went two thousand words over my estimated word count. I hope you enjoy, and thank you to the one reader who loved and followed my story, it means the world tome, and I'd love to hear your feedback.

Evan was once more wandering the forests of the Entity, he did not know if there was a comprehensible or even known map of the land on the survivors side, but there was one for the killers.

He was heading from his estate to Autohaven Wreckers. He was going for one of his regular meetings with the Nigerian, as well as the deformed and childish Max Thompson.

The three were of equal status among the killers, a trio of kings that could not be toppled if you will.

Now just because Evan was going to see the first two true friends in his life didn't mean he was unprepared. He had his cleaver and several bear traps with rusted and serrated teeth in a bag on his back.

Their meetings did not come without occasional visitors, usually the dumbest and most cocky killers. The smarter ones either knew it was a loosing battle or had no interest in interrupting.

The legion were the most common to interrupt them, not even to fight for the position of top dog like they used too, but simply to annoy for their own kicks.

Frank and Julie never could accept that there were those better at killing than them. Joey and Susie really just followed because they had nothing else to do, and through a mix of threats, bullying, and peer pressure.

Unlike in the trials the realms were not sliced into pieces for the sake of fairness. Auto-haven was massive naturally, containing five separate game realms, however he was heading for the blood lodge in particular.

He had to discuss his issue with Phillip alongside Max, all three of them seemed to have the same problem and they needed a way to fix it.

He stepped through the tall grass that survivors had so desperately tried to hide in from him hundreds of times in the past, up the wooden steps and through the doorless wooden frame.

He was greeted by Phillip and Max "talking" while seated in opposite chairs. In reality, Max was sitting on a couch and mostly nodding or shaking his head, while Phillip sat in an arm chair and asked questions.

Max looked up at the hunter upon his entry, as did Phillip. Both giving silent acknowledgement and greetings as Evan sat down on the couch across from the deformed killer.

"Hello Evan." Phillip finally spoke, unofficially starting their little gathering.

Evan nodded.

"Phillip, Max"

He addressed them both formally, sitting up straight in his seat before addressing the elephant in the room.

"Do either of you understand why we seem to have these fascinations with the three female survivors?"

Right to the chase as always.

Max just shook his head, Phillip remained motionless, staring blankly in to space. Deep in thought.

Evan simply continued.

"We will have to interact with the survivors more if we want to figure out what this strange fascination is." He said, glancing between the two.

Max nodded his head in agreement, he was yet to interact with the dark skinned healer in a non aggressive manner, but he had been looking for an opportunity to do so for a time now, and was starting to get impatient.

Phillip however, spoke up. "I do not think that this is simply respect or curiosity anymore."

Evan tilted his head in confusion, there wasn't much else in his head that it could logically be. Although this curiosity wasn't exactly logical, he had never felt guilt like he did when he hit the red head, nor actual remorse for the times he'd killed her in the past.

"I think that this possibly could be a romantic attraction." Phillip said.

And with those 10 words Phillip started a cataclysm.

Evan and Max's heads both snapped to him at his statement, one of them in denial, the other one like he had been slapped in the face and shown the answers to all his problems that had been sitting right in-front of him the entire time.

"You truly have lost your mind Phillip, to even consider an attraction to those...weaklings is absurd!"

Evan did his best to hide the slight hesitation at calling all the survivors weaklings.

'Do not hesitate! Show them that you are strong and that those worms are beneath you!"

His fathers voice echoed in his head perpetually, at this point he was sure it was just the Entity manipulating him. But again at this point he couldn't bring himself to care, he'd always been defiant of the Entity, the metal rods in his arm proved it, and the voice was no exception. Why else would it try to manipulate him unless he wasn't guaranteed to obey.

Sure in his moments where he was so focused on the hunt he would listen to it unconditionally but outside of trials he refused. It made his punishments worse if he failed a trial but in his mind it was worth it.

Yes he was broken, he was an unwilling slave to the Entity and he was arguably worse than his father ever was, but he was still not the same person as him, he was his own man, even in chains and blood.

He didn't enjoy killing, or the punishments that could've been avoided. He had never liked it, even at his lowest before he began to take an interest in the red head.

That was all he had to define himself as an actual individual instead of a robotic killer of the Entity.

He was not as weak minded and easily enslaved as the Shape.

But to insinuate that he was romantically attracted to the spitfire was ridiculous, yes the girl was interesting and her ability to still "live" in the figurative sense after probable years of tortured servitude was certainly remarkable. But he wasn't attracted to her.

"Is it?" Phillip countered. "While most of them have not been stuck here as long as those first four you and Max have fascinations with, many of them still share similar qualities as the first four. Mine is the fifth survivor, the girl who arrived with Sally. They are incredibly enduring to have not given up by now and we all know it."

Evan had no problem with that, all of it was true after all. The beanie girl arrived with "the Nurse" and it had been quite a shock to see other people than just the seven of them. As well as a welcome break to let someone else take them away from the endless murder and death that haunted them.

"However I am going to challenge you this, The next time you are in a trial Evan, and you know the red head is there. I want you to go and do your best to sacrifice her, if you can't bring yourself to do it...then you have to admit it's something more than a scientific interest."

Evan remained silent, Max and Phillip watching curiously. The offer was tempting, going to extreme measures usually forced results when waiting would just waste time and energy that could have been spared.

However he refused to admit that it was an attraction, even if in the back of his mind he was debating with himself if it was one or not. If he accepted, he'd find out, potentially have to admit he was wrong and get his pride injured. Or the second option was to decline, continue on with this miserably slow pace, and potentially end up at the same conclusion he would in simply one trial.

He'd nearly forgotten that he'd told her he'd find her again anyway, he never really specified exactly what he wanted. Hopefully he made it clear enough that he would not harm her.

Of course he'd also look like a stubborn child if he refused.

"I accept" Evan spoke firmly.

This was going to be annoying to navigate.

This trial had been doomed from the get go.

Meg already knew who she'd been paired with, Yun Jin-Lee, Felix, and Elodie. To top it all off, they were in the Macmillan estate, the suffocation pit.

The trio of selfishness and sacrificing others for their own survival were sure to get generators done yes, but if Meg got hooked she was done for, they'd use her as a distraction so the killer would have less focus on them doing work.

Initially Meg wasn't too worried, The twins, Blight, and Trickster were barely past the newbie stage, that title belonged to Nemsis and that Pinhead freak.

The two could barely get a single sacrifice per game against anyone regardless of skill.

However Meg didn't now whether to feel hopeless or a sick satisfaction at knowing that the Trapper would be gunning for the other three in order to get her alone. That is, if he was here, it wasn't uncommon for killers to be on maps other than their own. However she wasn't ashamed to feel a smugness at knowing that the Trapper didn't camp unless he was pushed hard enough.

However the hope that it was one of their killers was dashed by the metal bear trap in front of her.

She decided the best feeling was both, they would inevitably try and leave her behind or some sort of backstabbing, and she wouldn't have to worry about it because the Trapper would ensure their deaths.

But then he'd have her alone and she'd have to deal with him again.

Such a double edged sword.

But there wasn't anything she could currently do about it so she just went to work on a generator, thankfully alone. So neither the trio could bug her and the Trapper didn't know it was her in the trial.

She was around three quarters of the way there when she saw the first hook across the map, it was Elodie, and then seconds later Felix was downed not far off.

Now Meg was hit with yet another dilemma, however meager this one was. Meg mostly did her best to survive simply to avoid the pain of being sacrificed. Getting to piss off the killers and deprive the Entity of whatever it got from them when they were sacrificed was just a bonus.

However the longer she survived the more she couldn't deny how she liked the bragging rights of holding the record for escaping, and the admiration from the newer, friendlier survivors.

Jill, Leon, and Mikaela were quite pleasant after all.

If she did help Yun Jin, she put herself at risk with no teammates to fall back on, however if she got out she'd have them as meat shields essentially in order to keep the Trapper's attention off her.

It was a low move but it Yun Jin had used her in the same manner, the only difference was that Meg still survived and just ran the killer for the whole match. Yun Jin never lasted long unless it was one of the newer killers.

When the generator finally popped Yun Jin had been downed, Felix and Elodie were both up and still on the opposite side of the map.

The Asian producer must have finally realized that if she didn't save Elodie and Felix that she'd have no one else as a body shield but Meg herself, and they both knew Meg wouldn't just let Yun Jin get away with it.

Meg wasn't proud to admit that she'd led killers over to the asian's location before, they all usually dropped Meg because their fear of not pleasing the entity usually over came their desire for bragging rights.

However she wasn't ashamed of it either, Yun Jin kinda deserved it.

But when Yun Jin got hooked, Felix still no where to be found, and Elodie showed up nearby bleeding, Meg had to put aside any petty grudges. They were still human, Felix wasn't even that bad, he was just a bit selfish and desperate to get out. Elodie was a cultist, so already a red flag.

However she wasn't some, sacrifice you to and for the gods and my own personal power type.

At least Meg hoped.

So Meg healed the trio member, and then they both moved towards the center of the map, Meg had to account for the distance between each generator, if they did all the gens on one side of the map it would be too easy for the killer to patrol the last three.

It also made it a shorter trip whenever someone was hooked, no mater what direction they were in.

They were half way done with the generator and by then Felix unhooked Yun Jin, and then they were both downed.

This was the moment, Meg had to risk exposure and subsequently push the Trapper into a borderline blood rage if she was spotted. Because even if Meg didn't realize it, even if Evan himself didn't realize it, he was going to give it his absolute all if it meant he got the red head alone. He'd gone through trials after trials without a trace of the spitfire and he was growing restless.

So Meg left Elodie to finish the generator while she used Nea's urban evasion skills to creep towards Felix who was still right beneath the hook he freed Yun Jin from.

He was largely recovered so he got up almost instantly, running off before Meg could heal him fully. Meg understood why he wasn't willing to take the risk when Yun Jin was set on her second hook and a red blip appeared in the distance.

The Trapper came out from the assortment of large broken down treads and boxes before freezing at the sight of the equally paralyzed red head.

He stared at her from across the clearing littered with crates and various metal contraptions.

And unknown to the red head he was flooded with anxiety yet captivation.

He couldn't help it, she was too pleasing to the eye to not stare.

Perhaps Philip had been right after all, what man looked at a woman in the same manner as he did to this one and not wish to court her in some form.

But he'd always found her physically appealing, even from the beginning, but this felt...different.

He initially hadn't understood what it meant to appreciate beauty or even feel any type of attraction to another human. He had wanted to kill her so he wouldn't have to feel so confused, he had wanted to corner her and kill her one on one in hopes that whatever the attraction was would die if she hated him.

Eventually after the feeling refused to die he became used to the female drawing his eye whenever he was not focused to the point of ignoring all else. The affect still remained, but he had learned to ignore or harness it.

But now? Now that he had come to find her fascinating and even charming on a level behind physicality. This was entirely alien, and it gave him such an unfamiliar rush that he simultaneously wanted gone yet more of.

His hands twitched and his breathing heightened in anticipation. He could already feel the desire building in his soul, actual hope for the first time in over a century. He's never wanted to believe Phillip was right in his life more than now.

But he had to be sure.

So he turned and left the spitfire anxiously crouching in the grass. She could unhook the Asian for all he cared, it wouldn't change the fate of the game.

Now he didn't have to give it his all to win, the three survivors were complete embarrassments in comparison to Megan. Now if she had been paired with the other three original survivors it would most likely become a game for the ages. The fate of it all resting on a knifes edge. But unfortunately he would not be given a thrilling challenge.

So he had one on death hook and the other two on first hook. One generator was done, this game was as good as won.

Megan and the Asian were behind him and the other two were near the mines, they made it too easy. He placed traps at many of the vaults where the map narrowed before moving towards the mineshaft.

To the left was a hill with a generator and another generator behind the mine, he found no one at the hill. So he sat there for a few seconds, patiently listening, and was rewarded with the clicks of survivors fixing machinery distantly.

Both the dark skinned and German were there, and within two minutes he'd hooked the German and downed the girl.

He hooked the strange cultist girl as the Asian saved the German. Evan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow to himself at the sight, it was rare for this particular Asian to save others. He would've expected Megan to save the man instead.

However there was the tiniest little part of him that was glad Megan wasn't the one to save him.

Of course with the tactic of throwing yourselves into the line of fire to save others created a terrible snowball effect. Soon enough the Asian was sacrificed, the German followed, and now he just had to find the dark skinned girl.

He fortunately did not have to worry about the hatch, Megan remained, she was certainly active as she'd managed two generators since he'd seen her.

Of course the survivors he was brought with would be the best and the only ones to actually make progress. He couldn't help the slightly childish pride in Megan as well as the other three with how good they made him look by extension.

He wandered away from the mines finally, heading to the killer shack and other hill where Megan most likely was.

He found both of them, Megan had healed the dark skinned girl, yet again surprising Evan. He'd seen all three of these other survivors leave nearly everyone else behind including Megan in the past. The blood hare usually just escaped through sheer skill, other actually helpful teammates, and the two times Evan was merciful to her.

And a little bit of luck.

The anticipation spiked a third time, this was taking too long!

They both tried to escape when he neared, Megan doing her best to try and hide while the dark skinned girl ran.

Clever Megan, it was much easier to play off Evan not spotting her than Evan deliberately not attacking her. Although she might just have legitimately thought he did not spot her slim form.

At this point Evan was smiling at all the thoughts of the red head in his brain, she was intelligent, powerful, a challenge, altruistic, and still retained empathy and kindness.

She was irresistible.

Now Evan was hoping more and more that he was attracted to the girl, it made perfect sense from a logical stand point as well as emotional. But he had to check, just in case, and maybe even prove Phillip wrong or right. But oh how much he'd enjoy being wrong for once.

The dark skinned girl was struck down with a hoarse cry, her vocal cords nearing collapse as he lifted her up and hooked her.

Now he was alone with Megan, practically twitching with excitement. The hunter couldn't remember a time he'd been this excited in his life, he wanted to feel more of this, he had to find her!

Eventually he stumbled upon her, she was swiftly sneaking through the assortment of walls to the trees outside of the mine.

An ear to ear smile crossed his face, and he advanced.

Megan turned around when he neared, her eyes widening when she noticed he was staring her down.

Evan was a little ashamed to say that he hadn't realized at the time that he'd frightened her into sprinting away. She used all her pent up speed from sneaking the entire game to sprint all the way to the mines and keep going until she was all the way around the opposite side.

Was she looking for the hatch?

However he knew her, and he knew the hatch was by the killer shack on the opposite side of the map, his map offering had seen to that. He knew she wouldn't try and double back to fool him because he'd predict it and would catch her.

Evan went around the front of the mine to cut her off, and he caught a glance of her form darting back around the corner hoping to reach the window she'd passed. She found it, swinging her legs over with one hand to hold herself up.

Until he grabbed her black vest and yanked her backwards into his possessive grip. She instinctively screamed, thrashing in his steel like grip, hitting his forearms with her own. Hardly even noticing that he wasn't moving and she wasn't over his shoulder.

He was holding her a foot off the ground perfectly upright with her back pressed against his chest. His free arm dropped his cleaver, slowly coming up to join his other arm in holding the girls torso. Almost hugging her to his frame, he breathed out slowly, a feeling of calm and contentment was prevalent. But that feeling was replaced by panic when Megan thrashed in his arms, her breathing becoming so violent he feared she'd hyperventilate.

Evan starred down at her distressed. She didn't think that he was going to sacrifice her did she? Did he not make it clear that he wouldn't harm her again?

"I'm sorry I scared you."

With that sentence Meg stilled, frozen as she did her best to look up at him. He gently set her down on her feet, his arms very hesitantly slipping away.

He looked down at her, his gaze never wavering for even a second. And she stared back at him, looking up with confusion as she tried to relax and breathe calmly.

Eventually though, her eyes narrowed and she opened her mouth.

"What was that! You don't just give a girl an ominous warning after sparing her life and then charge at her like you wanna stab her!" Meg shouted at him.

Evan had the decency to be ashamed of scaring the poor girl, even if his posture never changed. She had to deal with enough terror and pain already. However he couldn't help but notice that she was cute when her eyebrows scrunched together.

"Please accept my apology, my intention was not to frighten you, I merely got impatient, and did not consider how my actions would appear to you." Evan admitted with a monotone voice, trying his best to remain perfectly still.

Her eyes widened at his words, which he also found adorable when it wasn't caused by fear.

"Just what are you playing at?" She accused, her eyes narrowing again as a finger pointed right at his sternum.

"I beg your pardon?" His head tilted, beyond confused at the strange statement and its hidden meaning.

Meg was just floored at this point.

"What do you mean 'I beg your pardon' "She emphasized with air quotes. "I mean what are you playing at! Why are you doing this!"

Evan remained silent for a minute, debating to himself just that.

She was just so different, she made him feel excitement and anticipation for more than simple revenge on a pesky survivor that had been getting on his nerves. She made him actually try in a chase and was never afraid to be bold with her taunts and maneuvers, even if he could do without some of her insults.

She was just so energetic and resilient in a place that naturally crushed people of that nature, drained their patience, sanity, and hope until there was nothing left.

She was captivating, enamoring, sarcastic, and demanded his full attention at every moment, conscious or not.

He was positive she would be in his dreams, teasing him from a distance with the promise of returning his newfound affection, but staying just out of reach.

He thought of the challenge Phillip issued, looking down at the still glaring red head at the thought.

No...he couldn't hurt her, was it because he was in love with her? Most people would say yes, but Evan wasn't like most people. However even he could see the obvious, he favored her and love certainly seemed like a plausible explanation.

"I did this because...you fascinate me. Your determination, hope, willingness to fight to the very end and always get back up is simply remarkable." He said, his voice softening at the end to a much more human tone, sounding less like a bear.

Megan's expression calmed at his words, seemingly stunned, yet flattered at the description of herself.

"But why would those things make me interesting to you?" She questioned.

Again Evan paused, doing his best to be careful with his words and trying to figure out what he wanted to say, and what he was trying to convey to her.

"I do not understand entirely, however the reason I warned you that it would not be our last encounter was so that I may make sense of it this time." Evan offered, watching her closely for her reaction and response.

Megan stared up at him, her crystal blue eyes unwavering and piercing. Evan didn't exactly know to react at this point, he didn't even know how to confirm if he was attracted to her or not. Love had to be too strong of a word right?

He supposed the only option was to do what Phillip had challenged him to, however that would certainly destroy any and all trust or ease the girl had around him, and that was too precious to risk.

But he had to find out, but he'd have to hurt her, make her cry out in pain like last time, destroy any and all ease she had in his presence.

Make her fear him again.

Just swing the cleaver, it was such a simple action. Unclip it from his belt and swing, hunt her down and hook her. Listen to her screams and ignore them because he is strong and would not be brought down by such a worm.

'She makes you weak!'

All he had to do was swing.

Megan was unaware of the storm brewing in his head, nor was she yet aware of the tightening and slackening on the grip of his cleaver. She was just staring up at him, trying to figure him out.

Why had he done this? He'd hit her once in the trial beforehand, however that had seemed intended for Jeff. He'd spared her and let her leave at the cost of bragging rights and a perfect game.

He praised her, commenting on her resilience and fiery personality, almost with admiration. She was an enigma to him, something he couldn't figure out and by extension something he desperately wanted to understand apparently.

But he would also stare at her, his expression unreadable thanks to that accursed mask, but stared nonetheless. Heck he reminded her of all those highschool boys she'd see talking to the other girls in school.

But this was an adult man who'd shed an unholy and atrocious amount of blood who had killed her and everyone she had left in her life more times than anyone cared to count.

Meg took the chance to observe him properly for the first time in all she'd known he'd existed.

He was a tank, no avoiding that. Nearly seven feet tall, probably just above three hundred pounds if she had to guess, covered in prominent muscle that somehow fit his frame.

Putting that same amount of muscle on David would have made him look like one of those freak show heavy lifters that looked like they came straight out of a Greek myth or anime.

For the Trapper? He just looked proportionately ripped enough to tear her entire torso off her hips with his bare hands.

Idly she contemplated how fast he could be as a runner, his arms alone were as thick if not thicker than her entire leg, so his legs must have been monstrous.

But Meg realized she had slightly more important things to focus on when she noticed he was gripping his cleaver like he wanted to snap it.

"Are you okay?" Meg asked. Instinct forced her to be polite. Of course she was largely concerned for her own safety, and by extension the sanity of the behemoth of a man before her.

The Trapper seemed to be lost in his own little world, staring level above her head without any recognition that she was there. He didn't even respond when she waved her hand up by his mask.

This just kept getting better!

Now she was stuck with a potentially hallucinating killer without knowing where her means of escape was.

Meg looked back at him, and up to his right shoulder. One of the hooks, she noticed, went into his back, over his shoulder, and held up his right overall strap. With another hook bent over that one, awkwardly poking out to the side. And he had plenty of small spike like ones dotting his bicep and even forearm.

Meg was hesitant to touch them. Surely they must have been extremely painful? Touching them would just hurt worse obviously, but Meg was having trouble resisting her naturally "reckless and stupid curiosity" as Bill had once referred to it in jest. So she redirected her attention to his mask. It looked like it was made out of either bone or wood, hopefully the latter, but Meg was forced to accept that in fact, it was bone, when she gently placed her fingers on the cheek of it, feeling the rough, but undeniably ivory like texture.

There were little scratch marks on the sides of it, as if someone had torn at it violently with their fingernails. The mask was pressed against his face tightly, not a single gap visible and even a small depression in his skin where the mask met his face. He was lucky there were holes in the mouth and eyes or he'd probably suffocate.

The thick leather straps that held the front and back pieces together were so old and hardened they might as well have qualified as wood. Meg touched that as well, feeling the incredibly tough texture and even pushing it slightly to see if it would bend. When it didn't, she pulled her hand back, noticing a small mark in the shape of her fingerprint, and then the dust and grime on her index finger when she looked down at it.

She tried to get a look at his face and eyes, but couldn't get a good angle. He was too tall and there was nothing to use as a large step stool to even the height difference.

"Hellooooo?" Meg drawled like a child. This time snapping her fingers once in front of his face and then her far left. No reaction.

His breathing was loud, louder than usual, almost annoyingly so. His hands had relaxed however, and then he finally looked back down at her.

"I apologize once more for my inattentiveness, little rabbit, Would you please repeat yourself?" He said politely, tilting his head at her like a confused animal.

"Wait, wait, wait, hold on for just a second!" Meg held her hands up, closing her eyes for a brief moment to think before looking back up at him with a face that screamed, you're joking right?

"Did you just call me 'Little Rabbit'?" She asked with a hint of a smile, one eye brow going higher than she could ever remember it.

Unseen to her Evan's eyes squinted in confusion at both his own statement and her's.

"Yes, it seems I did. You however are rather akin to many rabbits I have seen in the wild. Quick, jumpy, and intelligent." Evan finished with a barely noticeable flick of his left wrist.

Meg had never had a problem with nicknames, they were quite fun if creative or if they were an inside joke. However it did not go over her head that he was calling her small, and she couldn't stop herself from smirking.

It was genuinely funny, that a killer of that size had the audacity to call her small and say she was like a bunny of all things. A laugh came up her throat and slipped out momentarily, both her hands flying up to cover her mouth as her eyes widened at what she'd done.

She heard a deep resonating chuckle with the similar baritone of his voice. The Trapper was laughing at her, or chuckling, it seemed far to subdued to be genuine laughter.

Her face grew hot in embarrassment, thankfully concealed by her hands.

"Creep." Meg said indignantly, taking a step back and glaring while her hands fell by her hips. To which he just took a step forward, leaning down slightly.

"If I was what you insinuate, than you would not be here right now willingly. If I was what you insinuate than our last encounter would have ended the way you feared it would, little, rabbit." He said the last part slowly, tauntingly, the evil smirk he donned practically audible to the runner.

Meg's face twisted into an intense glare, trying to bore into the masked man's soul with childish contempt. His reputation of murder and trapping, failed to register.

Her mind was on other things regarding the hunter. Then, she smirked, slowly. Her lips gently curving upwards while her eyes relaxed into a confident gaze.

His reaction largely remained hidden from her, which certainly took away from some of the fun, but the way his head tilted spoke volumes on its own.

"Well then if you get to give me a little nick name about a forest animal than it's only fair that I give you one?" Meg questioned with a sly smirk. When he didn't respond she just kept going.

"Alright then, you are far to big to be a 'little rabbit' like me." Meg drawled with an exaggerated and strategically placed hand over her chest. Her eyes fell to his hands, as well as his chest with his ever present bear like breathing.

She reached out and gripped his wrist with both hands, ignoring the deep and startled grunt he made at her boldness. She turned his hand over so she could look at his palm, looking at the ash and blood all over the rough skin.

She traced her finger up his forearm around the spikes up to his elbow. Stopping there and letting it rest in the crook of it.

"I think I've found the perfect name for you my bear." Purposely dragging out the last words just to mess with him a little more, she let her arms fall. Taking a step back while he continued to stare at her with his head tilted.

"After all, with those large paws you call hands and that deep heavy breathing I think it fits you. You certainly are big enough to challenge one too." Meg smirked smugly, putting both her arms behind her back and leaning forward to emphasize.

The silence dragged out, the Trapper continuing to stare at her.

"Alright I'm not gonna have you continue to stare at me like it's the first time you've ever seen a woman. Are you alright?" Meg asked, cocking one hip to the side and placing a hand on it.

She looked up at him expectantly. To which he did not react at all.

"Yes...yes I'm quite alright. I...appreciate the 'nick name' as you called it. It is rather fitting... as well as ironic due to the nature of my preferred hunting method." The masked man had the slightest hint of confusion.

Meg just smirked at the tone, it was all so worth it.

"Well I'm glad you liked the pet name, but I have to ask, where are you from? I don't think I've ever met a person who talks as fancy as you." Meg inquired, tilting her head the tiniest of fractions to the side.

Evan almost seemed offended with the way he reared his head as if insulted.

"It is not talking fancy, it is talking like any educated human being." He said like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

Meg raised an eyebrow at him, gosh his buttons were easy to press, and she hadn't even tried too.

She considered this a playful revenge, he killed her and her friends hundreds of times over but seemed to feel bad. She teased him and got under his skin endlessly in return.

"You're doing this on purpose." Evan realized, pointing a finger at her accusingly.

Meg bent one leg behind the other, resting it on the tip of her shoe while she bent an arm behind her back and grabbed her other elbow with that hand.

Perfect picture of innocence.

"Who me?" She said with a childish grin

"Alright my little Rabbit, if that is how you wish it to be, it's take two for a dance like this." He countered, leaning forward and invading her personal space.

"Well then you can call me your new dance partner mister." Meg challenged back, crossing her arms and refusing to back up even an inch.

"I think you shall soon discover that you are challenging a master at his own game. A game I was raised in, one that I also know, is not very well remembered in your time. I await the day you admit it." He said smoothly, his voice reverberating in the air and in his throat.

Meg shivered, she understood what was happening and was more than ready to prove the Trapper wrong. She'd beat him, she'd beat him at his own game no matter how hard or how long it took.

A lot of the girls at the campfire would not have been as civil as she'd been to the hunter. For more than simple hatred for his killings of them.

Meg knew the stereotypes of her time and of the others. The smaller you were the more aggressive you were expected to act. At one point she'd even bought into them, what the world considered sexual liberation, strength, and independence.

Eventually upon reaching college age and having to take care of her mother, she was forced to stop for her mother.

Meg never could stand seeing her upset.

Meg had eventually learned who she was through her experiences in the trials. Who she truly was without instinctively being an antagonistic and arrogant brat.

She became content with who she was, a naturally kind, competitive, intelligent, and athletic person. It had become better in her mind to be herself even if considered less popular or likable by the others.

She felt she was objectively better this way, and she couldn't be convinced otherwise. It wasn't a coincidence that people treated her better once she stopped, granted not much came of the new potential due to her being so busy with her mother but it was there.

"Now my little rabbit, I would love to continue this conversation and learn more about such a fascinating woman as yourself, however I am sure your other survivor friends will be suspicious if you remain in my presence for too long.

Meg's mood fell at his words, the worst part was that he was right, she'd get some leeway by saying she just ran the Trapper to the others who didn't know about Evan sparring her before. However her other friends would be much harder to convince, why would she run him if he wasn't hurting her? She'd have to think of something quick before she arrived.

With a sigh she caved

"Fine, but thank you Trapper, for sparing me four times now, when you could have killed me and probably gotten bragging rights for ending my streak." Meg said, already beginning to deflate.

He chuckled.

"Please my dear, call me Evan. Although I will let it slip that you are quite the prize to every other killer. I think even the Shape is starting to take an increased interest in you with how much you've eluded him."

Meg's shiver this time, was not pleasant, she did not want to know how Laurie felt knowing that demon in human flesh had some sick fascination with her.

"Now my dear, I do apologize in advance, however this will be much faster if you would just allow me." Evan said as he reached for her with both arms.

"Wha-" Meg was both pleasantly and unpleasantly grabbed, lifted, and placed so she was sitting in the crook of his elbow.

"Hey! Put me down, I can walk you know!"

Her shouts of indignation were not heeded, but he did respond verbally to her.

"This will be much faster than having to wait for you to reach me, and I know for a fact neither of us are superior at searching for the trap door than the other. It would also be pleasant to get to say a proper goodbye before we are separated once more."

Meg stilled, allowing her hands to settle on his forearm and shoulder to stabilize herself, and granting Evan much easier movement. Who now walked faster without the fear of dropping the girl.

Eventually they heard the alien hum of the unique escape method, stopping there he gingerly placed her on her feet, letting her dictate when she left.

She looked up at him appreciatively, trying to convey a million words in a single gaze. And while it was impossible for Evan to understand it all she hoped he at least understood some of it.

"Good bye Megan, for now. I shall await our next meeting with great fervor little rabbit."

He finished with a theatrical and flashy bow, crossing an arm over his chest like an actor at the end of a play.

To Meg's great shame she actually giggled at the hunters theatrics, unable to help herself as she watched such a large man bow for her.

"Well I certainly feel like a queen now, I've got my personal royal guard with me." Meg teased with a smile, trying and failing to keep the laughter out of her voice.

"Goodbye Evan, try not to miss me too much while I'm gone, and don't dance with anyone else."

Then, with a wink and a smile, she was gone.