Chapter 2: Hillbilly

As he watched the last three survivors leave, he was filled with dread. He knew his punishment would be horrid. Max looked down at the mangled survivor. The Hillbilly just stared at his work as the fog engulfed him. Everything went black for a moment, but he was suddenly woken up by The Entity's voice:

"You're a failure, Max."

"Please, I tried my bes-"

"SILENCE, FOOL."

"There wasn't much I could do. I promise, it ain't gonna happen no more!"

"There were plenty of things you could've done."

"Please, don't hurt me! I'll do better next time! I'll-"

"To the isolation room with you!"

Giant, spiked claws surrounded Max. The dark fog engulfed him and everything went black once more. Upon his awakening, Max found himself in a dark room. Brick walls surrounded him and he couldn't seem to break through. Max sat there, alone, waiting for the day he'd be set free.

"Where's Max? Why hasn't he arrived?" said a deep, raspy voice. An even lower, more human-like voice answers "Maybe his trial is still on." Chatter filled the room. "I don't think a single trial has lasted this long, Evan. I think something else is going on." Everyone in the room shared their thoughts with each other.

"He couldn't have failed his trial. He's one of the best!"

"Come on, everyone of us has slipped up at one point."

"Oh god, I wonder what kind of punishment he's enduring right now."

"HA, I bet he's cowering in a corner like a little-"

"Shut up, clown! You'd do the same if you were confronted by those damn claws."

"Bullshit, I'd rough up those damn claws!" Kenneth took a sip from his bottle of cheap whiskey. "Damn, that's good. Way better than that fancy shit!" He looked at the label. A female voice asked "Why don't you share with the rest of us? I'm sure we could all use it right about now." Kenneth looked at the girl. Pink hair, braces and an old sweatshirt. He took a good look at her hands, especially. "'Course, I'll share! Ya know, if you hand over one of them pretty little fingers o' yours." He grabbed her hand and looked at every finger as she struggled to get away. Kenneth was interrupted by a young man with a black hoodie and a skull bandanna around his neck. "Hey, asshole! Let her go!" Kenneth let go as his hand was slashed with a blade. "Argh! You mother fucker!" The girl hugged the young man. "Thank you, Joey!" Kenneth drew his blade and the girl panicked. "Stay behind me, Susie! I'm gonna fuck this clown up!" As they were getting ready to attack each other, Evan and another man held the two back. "Philip, grab his knife!" Evan yelled as he struggled to get a grasp of Joey. "I'm trying!" Philip yelled in a very raspy voice. Kenneth overpowered Philip and pushed him back into a Nurse. Kenneth got a good grasp on his knife and was ready to slice Joey, until a hatchet flew past his head. A very tall, brooding woman wearing a hare mask was holding another hatchet, ready to throw. "Okay, okay! There's no need to throw anymore hatchets! I'll put the knife away." Kenneth began to put the knife back in his pocket. Evan let go of Joey and Philip spoke "Alright Anna, you can put the hatchet down." Anna complied and
Philip brushed himself off. "This is ridiculous." Philip stood up and rang his bell. "Everyone, confrontations like these need to stop! If we can keep the peace, this place will be a little more bearable for all of us!" Philip dismissed everyone and they went back to what they were doing. Susie began to sob. "It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was gonna go to college and start my life! If only I hadn't grabbed that knife, if only I didn't listen to Frank!" Joey comforted Susie and their friend Julie came up to comfort her as well. Frank sat across the room and watched as his old crew ignored his presence.

A man with a burnt face and a clawed glove sat next to Frank. He was drinking a bottle of lager. "Where is everyone getting beer from?" Freddy took another sip of his beer. "You just gotta have a good -hup- trial and ask the Entity." Frank just stared at Julie and the others. "Why do you look so damn sad?" Frank sighed. "My whole crew left me. Julie left me. They said I'm the reason they're here. We made a pact, if one of us went down, we'd all go down. It was clearly just bullshit to them." Freddy chugged the rest of his lager and threw the bottle at the wall. "Fuck 'em. Who needs 'em, anyway? They'll just get in the way." Frank took a picture out of his pocket. "They were my crew. No, not just my crew. My friends. My best friends. I need them, otherwise I'm not The Legion. I'm just some lonely loser." Freddy put his hand on Frank's shoulder. "You can be something better than The Legion, by yourself. You don't need those assholes. Trust me, they're a waste of time." Frank just stared at the photo. It was all four of them in that lodge, looking happier than ever. What have I done?

Dark fog started to fill the room. Everyone began to look determined, like they were hit with an adrenaline rush, but his old crew looked panicked. Frank tried to run for them, but the fog blocked his view. "Wait!" The fog completely took over, and Frank was now back at Ormond. Except, it wasn't Ormond.

To Be Continued...