Dead By Roselight
Chapter 10: The Champion (Part 2)
Weiss was frozen in place from sheer fear, as the monstrous Pyrrha pulled out one of the blades from her body. The redheaded killer started to walk towards the heiress with full intention of killing her. If Weiss didn't move soon, she would meet the same fate Ellis had.
'Move... Move. Move!' the white-haired girl thought to herself as she struggled to move her body. 'If I don't get up now, I'll surely die! MOVE, DAMMIT!'
Soon Pyrrha was looming over the frozen girl. The killer raised her weapon up in the air and swung it down, barely missing her target. Weiss had managed to break out of her frozen state at the last second and moved out of the way of the attack.
The heiress wasted no time in getting back up and running away. She ran as fast as she could in the hopes of getting away from the creature that used to be her friend. Weiss was in complete panic from the shock of seeing Pyrrha in such a state, as her mind was racing in a futile attempt at figuring out what was going on.
'Is that really Pyrrha!? It can't be, right!?' the white-haired girl thought while running away with her pursuer right behind her. 'There's no way that thing is actually her! Pyrrha is a kind and sweet person! Nothing like that monster I just saw kill Ellis! Pyrrha would never do something like that!'
Weiss' thoughts were cut off, when one of Pyrrha's swords hit her. While the weapon didn't hit her body directly, it managed to hit her side a bit, leaving a big wound. The pain and shock from the attack caused the heiress to fall down. Once she was on the floor, Weiss immediately held her wound with both hands and curled up her body from the pain. Normally such an injury wouldn't be a problem for her, but normally she would have her Aura. Right now the risk of her bleeding to death was a big one.
The white-haired girl didn't have any time to really worry about her wound, though. It didn't take long for Pyrrha to reach her prey once it had been wounded. Upon reaching Weiss, the redheaded killer easily picked her up and started to carry her. The heiress did her best to struggle, but her injury prevented her from putting up any kind of a decent struggle. Not that it would have really helped.
''Dammit, let go of me, Pyrrha!'' Weiss screamed, hoping that her friend still held at least some humanity in her. ''Do you know what you're doing!? It's me, Weiss! Can't you even recognize your friend!?''
The white-haired girl's words seemed to have an effect, as Pyrrha suddenly stopped moving. At first, Weiss felt hopeful, as she thought that her friend might have realized what she was doing. However, all of her hopes were crushed upon seeing that they had stopped in front of one of the hooks that were all around the place. It didn't long for the heiress to realize what was going to happen to her.
''Pyrrha... No...'' Weiss said with wide eyes. The redheaded killer took the white-haired girl she had been carrying and tried to put her on the hook.
However, just as the white-haired girl was about to get pierced by the hook, someone suddenly hit Pyrrha from the behind with something, causing her to drop her victim. Weiss fell to the floor with a loud thud and looked up to see Clark standing behind Pyrrha while holding the remains of a wooden chair. The brown-haired man had hit the redheaded killer with all of his strength, causing the chair to break, yet all it managed to do was make Pyrrha stagger a bit. Thankfully, that had been enough to save Weiss.
''WEISS, GET UP AND RUN!'' Clark yelled as Pyrrha turned her attention to him. ''GET OUT OF HERE!''
The heiress struggled to get up and started to run away, leaving her savior alone at her former friend's mercy. She knew that Clark was in grave danger when alone against Pyrrha, but the heiress also knew that she couldn't help him. She was injured and would only cause problems for the brown-haired man, if she were to stay and assist him. All she could do was run away and hope that he could get away from the killer.
Weiss ran through the stadium's hallways in the hopes of finding a place where she could hide herself. Eventually, she managed to find a door that seemed to lead into a basement. The white-haired girl quickly opened the door and made her way downwards, hoping that she wouldn't get found there.
As she was walking down the stairs, Weiss tried her best to find a light switch by feeling the wall next to her. The basement was very dark and she could barely see the steps beneath her feet, and it was getting darker the further she went downwards. After she had walked down the stairs for some walk, the heiress felt that she had come to the base of the stairs. She could feel the even floor beneath her feet, which brought relief to her. There was no need to worry about falling down and breaking your neck anymore.
However, Weiss' worries were far from over, as she suddenly heard something. While she wasn't able to fully recognize the sound, she was certain that it came from something moving. The white-haired girl tried to listen more closely to the sound in the hopes of recognizing it, but wasn't able to do so. But as she listened more closely, she heard another sound that she did recognize. All color drained from Weiss' face as she recognized the sound of someone moaning in pain.
With a trembling hand, the heiress started to feel around the wall to her right side, hoping to find something that could light up the room ahead of her. Even if she feared what the darkness ahead of her hid inside of it, Weiss felt that she had to find out what it was. If she didn't, she was certain that she would go insane.
The familiar feeling of a light switch was registered by the white-haired girl's fingers, causing her to press it. In a flash, the whole basement in front of her was lit up, allowing her to see everything ahead of her.
Weiss' eyes went wide with horror at what she saw.
What stood in front of the heiress was a scene out of a hellish nightmare. In the middle of the room was a lone pillar that had four hooks hanging from it. Three of the hooks weren't occupied by any unlucky victims, but the fourth one, the on that was facing towards Weiss, had young girl in her early teens hanging from it. The girl was desperately struggling to unhook herself, no matter how painful it was or how much she was bleeding. The whole room itself was also covered in blood from the floor to the walls, like it was a slaughterhouse. There were also mutilated bodies piled to the sides, out of the way so that one could walk up to the hooks. The fact that Weiss hadn't smelled the stench of blood and gore was until now was unbelievable. However, the most horrifying thing wasn't the blood, the bodies, the smell or even the girl's horrible situation. It was the horrifying spider-like limbs that seemed to materialize from the ceiling and move towards the girl, whose struggles were getting weak from her injuries.
The spider-like limbs reached the girl and pierced her body, causing her to let out a scream of agony. As the limbs started to drag her away, she gave one last look at Weiss and stretched out her arm towards her in one final plea for help. Unfortunately, no help came to her, as she was dragged away and she disappeared.
Once the girl and the thing that took her had disappeared, Weiss fell to her knees, still staring at the same spot she had been all this time. The heiress' mind and body were in shock, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed. She was trying her best to understand what had happened, but couldn't do it. Her mind just couldn't explain what had happened.
Weiss didn't know how long she had been like that, sitting on her knees on the floor covered in blood. She was finally brought out of her shock by someone shaking her by the shoulders. Once she snapped out of it, she saw Clark looking at her with worry in his eyes.
''Weiss, are you okay? What happened?'' the brown-haired man asked. ''Did something happen to you?''
With her arm shaking horribly, the heiress managed to point at the hook where the girl had just been.
''Someone... Someone was hanging from there... fighting for her life...'' Weiss managed to say. ''Something took her... came from nowhere... just took her and disappeared...''
''So you saw The Entity for your first time, huh?'' Clark said, understanding what his comrade had been going through. It had been a horrifying experience for himself as well. ''I know you must be shocked and scared beyond belief, but you must not stop here. If you stop from moving and fighting, then you will truly lose and just become like the person you just saw get taken.''
''W-What happened to her?'' the white-haired girl asked as she started to compose herself. ''She just... disappeared into thin air. It doesn't make any sense.''
''I have no idea what happens to those that get taken away, but I doubt it's anything good,'' the brown-haired man answered while standing up. ''All I know is that the killers that go around these places try to catch and sacrifice us to whatever that thing is. The only thing we can do is try to get away and survive.''
Although Weiss had managed to calm herself somewhat, she was still in quite the shock. She couldn't help but think about the girl she had seen get taken away. Her pained scream, the terror in her eyes and her desperate plea for help were all playing inside the heiress' head. Things like this were supposed to only be in stories, not in reality. Even if she had studied all sorts of monsters that came from the Grimm, Weiss could never have been prepared for anything like this.
While the white-haired girl was occupied with her thoughts, Clark decided to investigate the room a bit more. While he didn't like the idea of taking from the dead, he knew that desperate times called for desperate measures. The brown-haired man just hoped that at least one of the corpses there had something useful on them.
Digging through the piles of dead bodies, Clark was able to find one thing that would be very useful for them. He had managed to find a first aid kit. Whoever used to have it, had been clutching on it so hard that his remained around it even after death. It was actually a bit of a struggle for the brown-haired man to get the kit released from the corpse's grip.
''Weiss, I found something to patch you up with,'' Clark called out to the girl as he walked up to her. ''That wound on your side might not be fatal, but it's still going to slow you down, which isn't exactly good thing while running away from killers. Not to mention, it can get worse, if we leave it unchecked.''
Weiss simply gave a nod and took off the clothing that was covering her wound. Her comrade went on to treat her injury with the aid of the first aid kit, allowing him to disinfect the wound, close it up and cover it with bandages. With her injury properly treated, the heiress would be able to survive in this world at least a bit longer.
The two of them left the basement after treating Weiss' wound. They started to carefully and silently make their way around the stadium, hoping to avoid Pyrrha completely. Even if she was a new killer, she was just as dangerous as any of them. One mistake could cost you your life. As they kept moving, Weiss told Clark about the generator she had found. Unfortunately, she couldn't remember where it exactly was anymore, as all the running around had left her unsure of their location.
''It's okay, Weiss. We'll find it,'' Clark said with a reassuring smile. ''Not to mention, you said that someone had already fixed it a bit, right? If we just listen closely enough while going around this place, I'm sure we'll hear it's sound again.''
''I think Ellis might have been the one who worked on it,'' the heiress said. ''I think he wanted to draw me towards him, away from you, so that he could kill me without any interference from anyone.''
''Try to take your mind off that asshole,'' the brown-haired man said and put a reassuring hand on the girl's shoulder. ''He was too fixated on getting his revenge that he didn't even realize what really needed to be done. The way I see it, right now we should be focusing on sticking together in order to survive. We should solve our personal problems after we get out of here. Don't you agree?''
Weiss gave a nod and the two of them continued on their way. Right now they were looking for two things. One was the generator and the other one was their missing comrades. They were hoping to reunite their group and get out of here, before the killer found them again.
Suddenly, there was a loud scream that echoed through the whole place. Both Weiss and Clark stood still in shock, as they realized that the scream had come from a woman. Both of them immediately thought the same thing.
''Clark?'' Weiss called out to her comrade. ''Do you think that was-?''
''LOIS!'' Clark yelled and started to run towards where the scream came from with the white-haired girl following him.
The two survivors ran as fast as they could and soon made their way to a locker room. Once they were there, they saw something that would haunt them for the rest of their lives. Lois' dead body was laying in the middle of the room. She had multiple stab wounds all around her body and she was in the middle of a pool of her own blood. The raven-haired woman's face was twisted in an expression of pure horror and she had tear stains under her eyes.
Upon seeing her wife's corpse, Clark fell to his knees. The love of his life was gone. He honestly wasn't sure if he would have the strength to continue surviving in this world anymore.
''Clark... I'm sorry,'' Weiss said in an attempt at comforting her broken comrade, but knew that it was most likely futile. There just wasn't anything that she could either say or do to make the brown-haired man feel better.
The sound of one of the locker's opening broke both Weiss and Clark out of their grieving. They turned to look where the sound came from and saw Bruce come into view. The raven-haired man was still alive, but seemed to have a wound on the side of his stomach as he was holding a bleeding spot there with his hand.
''Bruce! Are you okay?'' Weiss asked the man and ran up to help him. ''We heard Lois' scream and came here as fast as we could. What happened?''
''We were searching around the other side of the stadium, when the killer attacked us,'' Bruce answered. ''We managed to get away from it, but not before I got a wounded by it. We looked for a place where we could hide and found this room. Lois hid me in one of the lockers and decided to go look for you guys. However, the killer found her and killed her. I could do nothing but hope I wouldn't get found, while Lois was being murdered. I'm sorry, Clark. I couldn't do anything.''
''It wasn't your fault, Bruce,'' Clark said in an almost emotionless voice. ''It's a good thing that at least you survived. We can fix you up, so you won't bleed to death.''
As the raven-haired man was getting his wound treated by his friend, Weiss was thinking about the story she had just been told. For some reason, the whole thing felt hard to believe. There were some things that just didn't seem to add up. For example, Lois had obviously been stabbed to death and Bruce had most likely suffered a similar attack. However, Pyrrha used her weapons as projectiles, throwing them at her victims, like she had done to Ellis. Even the redhead's previous victims that were in the basement had those red swords sticking out of their bodies, showing just who had killed them. If Lois had really been killed by Pyrrha, then she should have the same swords sticking out of her body as well. Not to mention, upon closer inspection, Weiss noticed that the wounds on Lois' body were smaller than ones that would be caused by Pyrrha's weapons.
There was still one thing the heiress needed to confirm before coming to any conclusions.
''Bruce, what did the killer look like?'' Weiss asked.
''Huh? Why do you want to know that?'' the raven-haired man asked in return.
''I would like to know what to look out for,'' the white-haired girl answered. ''It would also help if you could tell us what kind of weapons the killer used. It would help our survival greatly.''
''Uhhh... I wasn't able to get a good look at him,'' Bruce said a bit nervously, which didn't go unnoticed by Weiss. ''It was dark and we were in such a hurry to get away from him that I couldn't stop to look at him. However, I think he was very big and strong. He also had some sort of a mask covering his face and he was using a big knife as a weapon.''
The moody man looked at his two companions and saw that they were looking at him strangely. While Clark was staring at his friend with wide eyes and a shocked expression, Weiss had a look of anger and disgust.
''What really happened here?'' the heiress asked with barely contained anger. ''What really killed Lois?''
''What the-!? I just told you! The killer attacked us and stabbed her to death! What else do you need to know!?'' Bruce asked out of shock and anger. ''And by the way, where's Ellis!? Shouldn't you two be explaining that to me!?''
''Ellis is dead. I actually saw him get killed, so unlike you, I know what the killer looks like,'' Weiss answered, causing the raven-haired man's eyes to go wide. ''If you had really seen the killer, you would know that your description of HER couldn't be farther away from reality. So let me ask you again, WHAT REALLY KILLED LOIS?''
''I told you everything I know and it was the truth! What are you trying to achieve by interrogating me like this!?'' Bruce yelled angrily as he stood up. Sweat was falling down his face, as his lies were being revealed. ''Right now, we should be focusing on how to get out of-''
The raven-haired man's words were cut off by something falling out of his jacket. All eyes turned on the object and saw that it was a knife covered in blood.
Author's notes: I'm happy to get another chapter finished for this story. Our time with killer Pyrrha is closer to coming to an end. Next chapter is most likely going to be the last one with her and then we won't be seeing her again.
However, I'm probably going to switch from working on this story and go back to some more lighthearted stuff. I've just recently felt like such a change is necessary for me. I'll still come back to this story, it's just that I feel the need to switch things up a bit. Not to mention, I'll probably still be working on this story anyways, it just won't be my focus. Hope you guys can understand.
Until next time.
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