Danny explores your boundaries and history between you and Jonah is revealed.
You exhaled softly as he pressed his thumb gently on your lower lip, unable to hold his piercing gaze. Uncertainty poked at the back of your mind and you lifted a trembling hand to his own, your fingertips resting on top. The atmosphere became even more thick than before and you swallowed loudly. Dannys eyes gradually trailed from your own down to your lips and to your hand.
He gently took your hand in his own once again, before returning his eyes to yours. Your eyes widened slightly as he began to bring your hand close to his face and your body immediately tensed, you putting up some resistance. Dannys eyes lingered on your own softly and he paused, your hands held in the air between you both.
He stared at you knowingly, waiting to see if you would pull your hand away completely, but you did not. Unsure of his intentions you once again knew it wouldn't matter, and you relaxed, allowing him to bring your hand to his mouth. Your hand trembled in his own and you realized your entire body was shaking again, understanding the mark and how it's unusually calming effect had worn off.
Danny lifted an eyebrow and a smug smile formed briefly across his face before lowering his head slightly and bringing your hand to his lips, his eyes never leaving your own. You watched with bafflement as he planted a singular soft kiss on your knuckles before turning your hand over, exposing your palm. You stared at him dumbfounded as he began planting slow and intentional kisses on your palm, his dark hair dangling just above his eyes.
You parted your lips to gasp in shock, feeling yourself wanting to pull your hand away and not understanding when you did not. Danny continued to place multiple kisses on your palm and fingertips and you noted how he seemed to be extra gentle around your marks, as if he beleived you could still feel the pain they once provided.
"Wh...what are you doing?" you stammered.
Danny then suddenly stopped while his lips remained placed on your palm, your hand held delicately in his own. You noted a shift in his gaze, it becoming more seductive than admiration. You gasped at the sensation of warm wet as Danny slowly poked out his tongue, licking with its tip once, before kissing more harshly now. You held his stare as he noisily kissed the inside of your hand, incorporating his tongue.
"S...stop this...," you whispered, your eyebrows furrowing in pleasure. You understood his intentions were very clear here and it scared you in any entirely different way.
Danny did not stop and instead began kissing his way down to the inside of your wrist where he licked lazily before passionately kissing and grazing with his teeth, his eyes drilling into yours. To your horror, a quiet nasally moan came from the back of your throat and a wave of heat rushed to your crotch. Danny laughed quietly as he observed your reaction, continuing to apply more pressure to your wrist with his lips and tongue.
Suddenly you yanked your arm away from his grasp, appalled. You wrapped your arms around your exposed waist and he slowly lifted his head, his exspression calm and unsurprised. You licked your lips before lowering your gaze to the floor, tasting blood from your cut.
"I'm sorry, I thought we were having fun," he said as he placed his gloves back over his hands.
Your breath was audible and shaky again and your face was troubled, confused by what just happened. Confused on why you wanted him to continue. You saw in your peripheral as Danny lowered his mask back over his face, positioning his hood perfectly centered as if it were a daily routine.
There was a long stretch of silence before Danny sighed loudly, dissapointed.
"I have scars too...," he finally said quietly, before snickering.
"Though, I'd imagine you wouldn't approve on how I got them," his tone much darker and sinister.
You blinked furiously as you stare at the wood floor, scared and frustrated.
Danny then threw his hands up in the air dismissively.
"I suppose you'll be wanting hatch then, yes?" He asked, his tone kind once again.
You remained frozen in front of him, willing everything in you to remain calm. Never in your time in The Fog would you ever think you would hear a Killer speak, let alone those very words. Your heart lept at the thought of leaving this trial, almost entirely unharmed.
Danny rolled his shoulders before turning and walking to the dresser. He casually reached for his knife and began thoughtfully and carefully cleaning its blade with the sleeve of his cloak, fixated on it. You slowly raised your head towards where he stood a few feet away from you, lowering your hands to your sides. You stared at him with round eyes and your mouth agape, unsure of what to do.
Danny cleared his throat as he continued meticulously cleaning his blade before speaking.
"You really don't have all day. The hatch is behind the bar...," he said without lifting his head.
You then began to hesitantly walk to the door on the balls of your feet as if to not trigger a chase, but something in you knew he would not persue you, that he would indeed be letting you go. When you reached the doorway you paused at the sound of Danny suddenly speaking again.
"Clumsy, we're not finished. We're only just getting started."
You stared at him from the doorway with an exspression bordering on dread, his tone inscrutable. You gulped and turned to face the second floor hallway and as soon as you stepped out of the room, you sprinted down the hall and down the stairs. You rounded the bar and sure enough there on the floor, layed the hatch it's lid wide open and you couldn't understand how you didn't hear it before. Without hesitating, you jumped inside allowing it to swallow you whole.
"Apperently they're all god damn kids behind those masks! Can you fucking imagine?" David scoffed while shaking his head, taking a seat next to Dwight.
"I don't know, I wouldn't put it past The Entity. It truly has no morals...many of us are very young as well, just only beginning to start our lives before being taken," Jane said, turning to face Jonah who was seated next to her, her exspression grim.
You sat cross legged on one of the logs that surrounded the blazing campfire, your eyes distant.
"It doesn't matter. They are Killers, kids or not. And if the rumors are true, they were Killers in their previous lives, as all Killers once were," Claudette said quietly as she stood with her arms crossed, her lips pursed in anger.
There was a moment of silence before Jane spoke.
"They were once human though, like us. I can't help but feel strangely bad for some of them...," she said, resting her head in her hands.
"Fuck them. There is no humanity left in Killers, even if they were once human. They are monsters," David said with bitterness, his face turning red. Dwight placed a hand on David's back, rubbing in circles.
Claudette shifted in her stance before straightening her glasses, fidgeting with her fingers.
"I'm going to check inventory, it was Felix's duty last time but we all know how easily he gets distracted," she said with a forced smile.
The group collectively agreed and you watched Claudette walk to one of the two medium sized sheds located within the survivor campgrounds, where supplies were kept.
You turned back to see Dwight and David had started their own quiet conversation and that Jane was still visibly upset about the earlier discussion. Your eyes drifted to Jonahs, who had been staring at you already, the circles under his eyes exaggerated from the light cast by the flames.
Your eyes narrowed briefly before you rose to your feet, turning to head in the direction of the storage shed. As you approached it's entrance you could hear Claudette mumbling incoherently, her tossing med-kits noisily to the floor occasionally.
"Claud," you said behind her, your hands nestled in the pouch of your hoodie.
Claudette turned her head to the side to eye you briefly before returning to her skittish organizing and sorting of the supplies.
"Hey...," she replied.
You watched her move from the med-kits to the flashlights, all lined neatly on multiple shelving. She took one in her hand and clicked it on, its light illuminating the dimly lit shed. She clicked it off and placed it back down carefully, reaching for the next one. Again, she clicked it on but the light did not work this time and she threw it to the ground, it landing harshly on scattered hay.
She then repeated these steps for the third, fourth and fifth flash light, them all also not turning on. She threw each of them on the ground, each toss getting more and more aggressive.
"God dammit, Felix!" She grumbled, pushing her glasses up her nose. "Broken! None of them work!"
You stepped up to her then, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Its okay Claud, you know they will get replaced," you said quietly.
"That's not the point...we need to work as a team, we need to follow through with our duties," Claudette said, her eyes remaining fixed on the shelves.
"Claud...," you tightened your grip around her shoulder.
"You know Felix was recently killed, it takes time to recover from that mentally. Just give him a moment."
Claudette inhaled deeply before exhaling, reaching for another flashlight.
"I understand...," she said, clicking the flashlight on, it's light beaming against the wall.
"But he wasn't the only one. Two others also got sacrificed. He needs to step up, he's been here longer than most. He needs to understand it will happen again," Claudette whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
You gazed at her with sympathy as you realized she was doing what she always did. Trying to push emotion to the back, to appear brave and unafraid. You removed your hand from her shoulder, your eyes falling to the floor. There was silence before Claudette reached for another flashlight and turned to you, reaching it out for you to take.
"I'm sorry, I just need a moment. Could you check the rest of them?" She asked, half smiling.
You raised your eyes to meet her own with a smile, taking the flashlight from her hand.
"Of course," you said with a nod.
She clasped the side of your arm and went to walk towards the archway of the shed but before she exited you turned to speak.
"Claud?"
Claudette stopped and turned to face you, her eyebrows raised.
"Yes?" She replied.
Your grip around the flashlight tightened and you hesitated briefly.
"Do you ever wonder if Killers think for themselves?"
Claudette stared at you for some time and though it was hard to see from the distance where she stood and how dark the shed was, you thought you saw disgust flash across her face.
"Would it matter if they did?" She said, her voice grim.
You considered this as you both remained staring at eachother, the sound of a far away owl making its way to the shed.
"No. No I suppose it wouldn't," you said.
"Thanks again for finishing inventory," she said before turning and walking briskly out of the shed.
Your eyes remained staring in the direction she left for some time before you turned to look at the remaining flashlights lined on the shelves. You did as she did, taking each flashlight and checking if they turn on successfully. The ones that did not you dropped to the floor.
"I have scars too..."
Dannys voice suddenly echoing in your mind.
You blinked furiously as you tried to focus on your task at hand, not wanting to think about The Ghostface at all.
"We're only just getting started..."
You shook your head as you tossed a flashlight to the floor, willing your mind to focus on anything else.
"That one is working," a voice from behind.
You turned your head to see Jonah standing near the pile of dead flashlights, unsure how you didn't hear him walk in let alone get so close.
Your face went flat before you bent down to pick up the working flashlight, clicking it off and placing it carefully back on the shelf. You continued to check the flashlights as Jonah stared behind you, purposely ignoring him.
"Are we going to talk about it or what?" He suddenly asked, his hands in his pockets.
You scoffed, shaking your head.
"Talk about how you left her to die? How you left all of us to die?" You said bitterly.
"It was pointless, I know you're not stupid enough to believe we had a chance," Jonah said, him leaning on his right leg.
"I watched you hide in a locker as Jane screamed for help on the hook. I was unable to get up, I was dying on the ground. You didn't even try to aid Dwight that trial. You had been hiding the entire time, waiting for hatch."
"You know trials with that Killer always end tragically, no one makes it out," Jonah said coldly.
You clenched your jaw as you recalled the trial with the Killer known as The Unknown. How it was able to mimic others and manipulate survivors minds. A true living nightmare.
"You willingly watched us die as you hid. You were right in front Jane, you could have taken her off of fhe hook," you said harshly.
"Why? So she can just get hooked again? Why drag out a trial when it could end quickly. We all think it, even you."
You turned to face him now, your hands trembling with anger.
"Don't tell me what I think, you don't know me. Survivors with your mindset doom us all."
Jonah removed his hands from his pockets and crossed his arms, snickering.
"You think you're so much better than me. Like you've never thought of your own survival before? Give me a fucking break."
You frowned, the corners of your lips bordering on a snarl. You shook your head before turning around to face the flashlights once again, returning to your task. You were over the conversation.
"You better keep your word and not tell Jane what happened that trial. Or Dwight," Jonah said, his voice low.
You scoffed while rolling your eyes, finding it ironic how he made it seem like not a big deal but at the same time not wanting others to know about it. You remained with your back towards him as you clicked on another flash light.
"I'll take your silence as a 'yes' then," he said before turning to leave.
You listened as he walked out of the shed, not realizing your shoulders grew tense. You exhaled with releif, realizing you only had a few more flashlights to check before you were finished. You looked forward to sleep, thankful that you were even able to have it.
After you finished up in the shed, you made your way to the campfire where no one remained, except for Jake who was nodding off as he sat uncomfortablely on one of the large logs, his elbows on his knees with his head in his hands. When he noticed you approach he stood, smiling.
"Hey, Claudette told me you'd be in the shed. I saw you were working and didnt want to bother you. She seemed really troubled, is she alright?"
You smiled at his disheveled hair, greatful to see him.
"Yeah, she's alright. She's just frustrated lately," you said.
Jake raised his eyebrows with a shrug.
"I don't blame her, aren't we all?" He said while rubbing the back of his neck.
You nodded in agreement, your eyes trailing down to his lips.
"I was just off to sleep, I know it varies when we all get tired but will you join me?" You asked.
It certainly wasn't the first time Jake joined you in sleep. You both enjoyed eachothers warmth and company, often talking about the good times in your past lives as you both lay nestled in the sleeping bag. One of those nights you had told him about what happened to you with the fire and how you obtained your burn marks. Jake had recieved the information with grace and care, making sure to listen to you. He was careful to not bring it up unless you wanted to.
Jake often felt like an older brother to you, constantly checking up on you and wanting to hear of your success in trials. But you had always seen him as something more. Your desire for him grew the more you would get close with him, wanting his hands around your waist or his lips against your own.
Jake smiled sheepishly before nodding and you both began walking to where you slept. When you both approached the small clearing, Jake began taking off his shoes.
"Your bag has seen better days, I'm afraid," he said while eyeing your sleeping bag. You laughed, shaking your head.
"Remind me to request a new one next time The Entity is eating me alive," you said and you both let out a laugh. Jake was the only one you found you could exspress your morbid humor with.
Jake then went to step towards the sleeping bag but you reached for his hand, him turning to face you. He brought himself in front of you with your fingers entwined, your eyes locked on eachothers. You smiled shyly as he reached his free hand for yours and his dark brown eyes lingered on your lips.
"(Y/N)...I...," his voice trailed as you leaned in, planting your lips on his. They were warm and soft, and you both allowed them to linger. You pulled away to see he was looking down, him seemingly uncomfortable.
You furrowed your brow with concern, afraid you had made a mistake.
Jake lifted his eyes to your own, recognizing your concern and spoke.
"Its not you, I just...im afraid of this. Afraid of love, in a place like this," he said, his voice tinged with pain.
You stared at Jake briefly with confusion before leaning in to hug him, his arms wrapping around your waist. You both stood for what seemed like minutes, embracing eachother before Jake finally spoke.
"Sorry if I ruined the moment," he said, his voice muffled from his face being nuzzled against your neck.
You let out a giggle before pulling away, shaking your head.
"You're fine. It's alright, let's go to sleep," you said and you both lowered yourself to the ground, situating yourselves into the sleeping bag. It was meer minutes before you both succumbed to sleep, you being pressed against Jake's chest, the sound of his rythmic heart beat following you into your dreams.