Dwight sat at the campfire waiting for his teammates. He was enjoying the misty breeze, the warmth and crackle of the fire, until something caught his eye. A large figure in the tree line, a silhouette, was stalking him. Dwight couldn't quite figure out which killer it was, but when one of his friends stepped from the black fog and near the campfire, the figure turned around and walked away.
"Hey kid, you okay?" Asked Bill. "You got a pretty bad beating."
"Yeah, I'm fine." Dwight stated, The Entity healed all wounds after you died in a trial, so the pain was fleeting. "Just a bit shaken."
"It happens to the best of us." Bill pat Dwight on the back and lit a cigarette. "With them eyes of yours, of course The Wraith would give you trouble."
Dwight looked past the war vet and into the woods behind him. The trees were empty. "Do you ever see the killers in the forest sometimes?" Dwight asked quietly.
"What's this now?" Bill answered a question with a question.
Dwight was about to explain what he saw, but when Meg and Nea stepped out from the fog he decided to keep quiet, mutter a small nevermind. Meg sat by Dwight and outstretched her hands to the fire, while Nea sat on the floor near Meg's legs. Dwight kept glancing over to the forest every once in awhile, until his eyes drifted too long and he noticed the same silhouette standing there. Dwight couldn't exactly make out the details other than tall and buff.
Dwight wanted to stand up and get just a bit closer to the figure, but as he did so he noticed something else. He was alone. The fog had taken him to another campfire to start a new trial, so against his curiosity, he sat back on the fallen log and enjoyed the warmth. Yet his eyes stayed transfixed on the forest dweller, he knew the killers watched them, but never when they were alone. They only watched before they all entered the same trial, even then they were hidden in plain sight by The Entity, yet here one was, watching him. As the seconds ticked past, Dwight's anxieties grew, his breathing labored and he wanted to run in the opposite direction, but he knew that was stupid.
No matter how far you ran into the woods, you'd always end up back at the campfire, he and everyone else knew from experience. Dwight stayed put, staring at the figure as he felt his eyes sting and lip quiver. As good a leader as he is, he's always been a pussy.
"Something the matter?" Asked Jake as he stepped from the fog and into the fire's light.
Dwight jumped from the sound of his voice and held his hand to his chest. "Y-yeah. Everything's f-fine." Dwight lied, his heartbeat quickly slowing as more teammates arrived. He looked past Jake and into the woods, the figure again disappeared.
"You all ready?" Ashley Williams asked as he threw his offering into the fire.
Dwight muttered a yes as he gathered a toolbox and ripped instructions. He wasn't paying attention as he was making sure his eyes didn't wander, instead staring intensely at the fire, the glow reflecting off his glasses. He let out a shuddering breath as The Entity enveloped them in it's awful embrace, before releasing them into the red forest. Dwight scanned his surroundings, no one was nearby, but a generator was, so he got to work.
Dwight worked, sweaty and anxious, for what seemed like forever before a scream echoed through the trees. Dwight looked in the direction of the scream and back to his generator, before getting up and starting a sprint to his teammate. While he was running through the thick grass he spotted The Huntress and she spotted him. Dwight thought he was about to receive a flying hatchet to the belly, but instead she turned and kept walking.
Dwight was thankful and continued his jog before eventually meeting Jake, who was simply hanging around. Dwight hoisted him upwards from the armpits and unhooked his friend. "F-follow me, I'll heal yo-" Dwight screamed as a hatchet dug into his shoulder blade, blood staining his white shirt.
Dwight and Jake started to run with Huntress hot on their trail. Dwight looked back and noticed Huntress readied another hatchet aimed directly at Jake. Dwight bit his lip hard and quickly pushed Jake out of the way, but revived the hatchet himself, Dwight quickly dropped to his stomach. The pain was unbearable,his eyes stung and he could only feel the burning in his back and pure shock.
The tall, buff women made stood over the man, her feet at the side of each of Dwight's hips. When her large hands found themselves underneath his arms he tried to ignore the pain and pry her hands off him. The scars and calluses scratched his soft palms. Dwight stopped his struggles when he was pulled into a bridal's carry, The Huntress held him tight against her muscular chest, no matter how much Dwight squirmed uncomfortably.
The rain pelting his pale face finally halted as the killer carried Dwight into her cabin. She led him through the creaking wooden house and into a hidden room. The room was small, possibly a closet at one point, but now it was barren, except for a chair and old dirty ropes. Burgundy stains littered the area and Dwight had enough experience from the trials to deduce what it was. The huntress tried shoving the smaller man into the chair, but Dwight was thrashing violently trying to escape. As soon as she was able to get his ass into the chair, The Huntress quickly gripped his neck with one hand and his left arm with the other.
"Anna will not hurt you. Stay still!" The Huntress stated as she slammed the back of Dwight's head into the wall.
Dwight reeling from the pain lost his vigor to keep fighting as he was now knocked unconscious. The Huntress took this opportunity to quickly tie his wrists to the chair, along with his neck to the backboard. The Huntress caressed his cheek and took a lock of his hair into her rough fingers, before leaving and continuing the hunt.