David sat on one of the logs near the the campfire. His leg jiggled up and down while he absentmindedly chewed on the rough skin around his fingernail. He would not admit it to the others but he was unable to stop thinking about Dwight. He was not the type of person to get bogged down by all that emotions crap. Claudette made an attempt to console him but he was unable to be mad at her. Ace on the other hand, received a swift push into a tree when he offered him some "words of wisdom", earlier. David was not acting out because he was upset, of course. Ace should have known better than to get up in his space. It was all Ace's fault. That was the excuse David was telling himself anyway.
David was unsure exactly how much time had passed since Dwight was last seen. It felt like forever. Trials went on as normal, as if Dwight's absence did not matter. David feared the worst, that perhaps the Entity had killed him off once and for all. The only other theory he could come up with was maybe Dwight had cracked it, and finally found some way out of this hell hole. A thought that both delighted and broke the heart of David. He wanted nothing more for his companion to be safe and free of this nightmare that never seemed to end. On the other hand, it killed him to think he would never see the skittish man again.
The call of another trial pulled him from his thoughts. He stood, watching as Ace, Feng and Kate stood with him. A look of understanding passed between himself, the gambler and the gamer. The blonde woman glared at David before turning to nod to the other two members of her team. David shrugged her glare off, turning his head to crack his neck as the fog took him.
David stomped around the trial area, itching to burn some of his pent up energy, not caring if he ran into the killer. He wanted to find them. He wanted to lead them on a chase that would result in him slamming a pallet in their face or blinding them with his flashlight. It was the closest thing he could get to a proper fight in here. He trudged on, eventually stopping in his tracks when he saw the sight in front of him. A shorter than normal figure stomping its foot into a generator, the sparks flying to brush against against its mask. That fucking mask.
"Oi!", David found himself stalking towards the killer, immediately grabbing their attention. If a mask could show emotion, David swore it would be smirking at him.
"Come on then!", David beckoned towards them. "Show us what y'Legion pricks are made of".
He took off sprinting as fast as he could, searching for any sign of pallets. He could hear the sound of heavy breathing approaching him at a more alarming rate than usual. David turned his head to see the killer hot on his heels, perusing him at super human speed.
"What the fu-arghhhh", David growled in pain as a knife slashed his shoulder. Instead of slashing at him again, his chaser slammed him up against one the wooden walls, hand gripping his throat. David could not see any eyes behind the mask but, he could still feel them seering into him.
"Where is he?", David choked, suddenly desperate as his lungs began to burn. The mask released their grip only slightly, tilting their head as if they were curious of what he had to say. David gasped, savouring the air he now had access to.
"Where is Dwight?", he demanded. He swore he could hear them laugh. Something told him his pursuer knew who was referring to, which only made him angrier knowing they were depriving him of the information he craved so badly.
David reached forward, in a fit of rage, grabbing for his attackers head. The pair fought for a moment, the killer eventually winning the scuffle.
"How are you so fucking small but still so damn strong", David panted. Back home, he would have been impressed by such a display. However, the killer did not seem to take the compliment.
They shoved him back into the wall, roughly, tightening their grip on his throat again. In a moment of panic, David's hands tightened on their hood, pulling it back. His eyes widened as long dark hair flowed from it.
"Yer a fucking woman", he choked. The captor roughly shoved David to the floor, delivering him with a swift kick to the head.