David perked up when he heard the group of survivors returning from their trial. Claudette immediately rose to greet them and began checking for any wounds. David watched them carefully. Nea was there, Kate was there, Adam was there. Where was Dwight?
David could not help but approach them to enquire as to the whereabouts of his better half. Nea shrugged when he asked her. "Trial ended when we left, I figured he was gone ahead".
"Perhaps he's gone for a walk?", Adam suggested. Claudette looked up from the graze on his shoulder to inform them she had not seen Dwight return. She would know.
"I'm sure he'll be back soon", she added, trying to provide some comfort to the Brit.
David was beginning to get agitated. "Who was it? The killer?". He tried to hide the fear in his voice. Subtly was not his strong suit. Dwight was reliable in trials, usually having some plan to get himself and his comrades out of the trials as quickly and efficiently as possible. However, when it came to putting up a fight, Dwight was not the best.
Kate and Nea looked at each other, then back to David shrugging.
"Some guy with a mask", Nea spoke while shoving a stick into the ground.
"I ain't never seen them before", Kate admitted.
"I believe I saw the words "The Legion", graffitied on some of the walls", Adam informed them. "But I'm not sure if it was anything to do with them".
"Honestly, I don't give a damn what he calls himself", she met David's eyes before continuing. "The real problem here is your little boyfriend. He's being more of a liability than normal. Talk some sense into him before I do".
Kate laughed, bitterly. "Or maybe try talking to him at all". David glared at her, only to receive a much sterner glare in return. He knew Dwight and Kate were close but, did not expect Dwight to gossip behind his back like this. He turned on his heel and stalked into the woods, continuing to feel the judgemental states of his fellow survivors on his back. When he decided he was far enough away, he erupted in a series of fowl words, punching the largest tree he could find.
"I can't believe you let him do this. It's ridiculous!", one masked female said to the other as they entered the cabin, their heavy duty boots dispersing a trial of snow onto the wooden floor. "We did some crazy stuff back home but, this is next level crazy, Julie!". Julie removed her mask and hood, allowing her ebony hair to flow over her shoulders.
"Listen Suse, I know better than to cross Frank. If he said the Spider God gave him a prize, who am I to say otherwise?". Susie removed her mask so her friend could see the look of disappointment on her face. She ran a hand through her blonde hair, as she followed Julie into a small bedroom. Julie leaned against the doorframe, beckoning towards the figure on the bed.
"I think he's cute", she said, coyly.
Susie scoffed. "You think anything with a dick is cute".
Julie was about to provide some witty response, when she was interrupted by someone clearing their throat behind them. "Frank!", Susie exclaimed. "I didn't hear you come in".
Frank pushed past them making his way into the bedroom. "I hope you ladies weren't bothering my guest".
Frank moved to sit on the edge of the bed, observing his "prize". He ran a hand through the unconscious being's hair. Noticing a small notepad sticking out of it's pocket, he took it began flicking through, paying particular attention to the inside cover. Suddenly, another figure appeared in the doorway, surveying the scene in front of him.
"What the fuck is going on in here?", he growled.
"Knock it off, Joey. Can't you see we're having a moment here", Julie said, playfully.
Joey shoved his way into the room, eyeing Frank and his new companion before turning back to the girls. Julie just smirked at him, relishing in any situation that brought Joey grief, stemming from the sibling-like bond they developed. Susie rolled her eyes.
"I don't want any part of this", she mumbled, before turning to leave the room.
Joey approached the bed, slowly.
"Frank, what the hell is this?".
Frank laughed, turning the notebook so the others could see the handwriting inside. "Dwight Fairfield, apparently".