Prologue
The Trapper's eyes followed her every move as she sprinted away from him. First, she vaulted a window, then she looked back and, seeing how still he was, she slowed down. In the distance, the sound of the alarm telling all the survivors and the killer that the gates had been powered up went off. She slowed down for a second, but he never followed. So, she ran away, not looking back this time.
When the fog vanished around him and he saw himself back at his shack, the Trapper took a deep breath. All four of the survivors escaped the trial, the entity was hungry. If It couldn't feed off the survivors, It would feed off him. Soon he felt his mind going dark and he fell to the ground. The metal piercing through his skin started to burn and twist. It was like the Entity was grabbing it with a giant pair of tongs and pulling it and shoveling it back. He couldn't see through his pain, but he felt the blood oozing from the places where metal protruded. In his eyes though, he could see the mine that he owned once, collapsing in itself, and his ears filled with the screams of dozens of workers buried there.
But he didn't really see the explosion, did he? Or it was his mind playing tricks on him?
He could hear the whispers coming from the Fog. They told insanities in his ear, but for the first time since he had been thrown in that awful nightmare, he saw something else inside his head than only the memories of his damned past. There was a bright light like the world had split itself in two. And there was a hand, a person, touching it and being transported away from that hell. They were free, and he wanted that as well.
"The Trapper, huh? So, it was an easy trial?" Nea asked with a malicious smirk as Meg joined the rest of the survivors by the fire. She was back in their safe place, unscathed.
"I don't know what happened to him. It's like he doesn't even try anymore," she replied with a shrug.
"Speak for yourself," Dwight also joined them, rubbing a sore spot on his shoulder. "You escape him fine, but I'm hooked every time."
"Don't worry, being hooked once doesn't mean you're gonna die," Nea said.
The joking spirit of before vanishes as she said that. Dying was pure hell. Sure, after that, they would be back to the campfire to recollect, but the experience of dying in the hands of the entity was agony. And Meg Thomas shook her head to put that thought away, because that day, she outsmarted the Trapper – again –, and she was alive to gloat about it.
"Maybe he's getting old," Nea joked.
The others laughed, but none of them commented on the fact that survivors or killers, nobody could get old in that place. They were stuck in a time pocket forever.
A/N: My first DbD fanfic, I'm still getting the hang of it, but I hope it ends up just fine. I hope you like it!