Into The Fog - Dead By Daylight Part 1

An Experiment with Frank

When I appeared back in the run-down ski lodge, all I wanted to do was rest, but my new friends had other plans.

A party was raging, bottles of champagne spewing fizzy liquid in my face, loud music pulsing through my core. It was.. for me. A welcome-home.

I found myself with a clear head, totally refreshed. I was no longer drunk, or high, or even bleeding. I was lucid, yet completely confused.

It felt like days had passed since my trial, but I knew that it had just ended.

Frank, Susie, Joey, Julie. They were happy I was back.

"Nice weapon! I bet I can make it better though." Susie had taken my hand and begun peeling the tape away that held the large shard of glass I wielded against the survivors.

"Here, have some water." Joey said as he pressed a cup into my free hand.

I chugged half of it before I began choking and spitting.

"Uhh! Vodka!?" I dropped the cup and it thudded against the floor, spilling. Everyone laughed, even Frank smirked. He was lingering several feet away while the other three crowded me.

"Oh, my bad dude! Honest mistake!"
I watched Joey make his way to the bar as he filled another cup, this time with tap water.

He made his way back as Susie finished freeing my right hand of the murder weapon. I flexed my fingers with relief.

I smelled the contents of the cup this time before taking a tiny sip, it was water. Sloppily, I downed it in a couple big gulps, letting it drip down my chin and onto my shirt.

"So how was it?" Julie asked, intensely gripping my shoulders.

"Refreshing, can I have another?" I spoke of my water, even though I knew what she was really asking about.

She shook me a little. Julie's eyes were wide, prying my mind for details of the trial. She was just barely taller than me, and the shadows on her titled face made her look pretty menacing.

"You know what I mean. Did you make them suffer? Who died first? Did any of them... escape?" She asked, which prompted a dramatic gasp from Susie.

I shrugged out of Julie's grasp and took a breath.

"I don't really remember. I blacked out after hitting Ace.."

Julie's arms dropped to her side and her face told me how disappointed she was at the lack of gruesome details, but Susie seemed happy that I couldn't remember. She bounced up and down on her heals and toes.

"Oooo! I blacked out my first time too!" She said with a smile, twirling a strand of pink hair with the bloody piece of glass she had just acquired.

"I thought you told us you hid in the corner and closed your eyes till it was over?" Joey replied with a laugh.

Susie growled, then turned and leaped through the air, tackling him to the ground.

"Say that again and I'll close your eyes! For good!" She yelled, bringing the glass dangerously close to the man's left eye. Joey disarmed her with a swift karate chop and then they rolled around on the floor, struggling against each other.

I wasn't sure if it was a playful fight or not, but the others didn't seem concerned, Julie was even cheering them on. After a minute or so went by, Frank stepped in to break them up.

"Cool it you two. Let's all calm down."

Frank's voice seemed to always carry the same level of command. Susie let go of Joey and they both stood, dusting off their clothes. Frank took a step towards me.

"You probably need some time to process, come with me." He said, walking by me and towards the staircase.

I followed him up and he led me to his room which was kinda small. Inside was about what I expected.

Graffiti-covered walls, home-made posters, a mattress on the floor, knives on nearly every surface, a writing desk with a wooden chair, and an old boom-box that played cassette tapes.

"We'll need some time to get you a room set up." Frank said as he leaned against a wall.

"You can crash here if you're tired.." he gestured to the mattress in the corner, "..and if you tell me what your name is." He added, raising an eyebrow.

I chuckled. "What? You don't sleep with strangers?"

I thought I was being clever and funny, but Frank's expression changed, letting me know he was losing his patience.

I spoke again before he did.

"It's Sarek. Or.. at least that's who I used to be."

"Eric?"

"Eric with an 'S'." I offered. "Sarek."

"Sssarek. Sarek." Frank rolled my name around in his mouth, like tasting the syllables would help him pronounce it.

"It's cool, but what kind of a name is that? Sarek? Am I saying it right?" He asked, as people usually did.

"Yes, and it's Vulcan. Like from Star Trek. It was Spok's fathers' name." I held my right hand up in a Vulcan salute.

Frank didn't hide his amusement. He full-blown smiled, something I never expected to see from the dark, brooding devil.

"You're parents got your name from Star Trek?" He gave a hearty laugh and stepped towards me. Being in such a small room, that one step closer brought us face-to-face.

"I mean, I like the name but I gotta know.. Did you inherit the nerd-gene?"
He asked like it was a bad thing, which almost offended me.

"Well, I don't know what timeline the entity plucked you from, but in my timeline, being a nerd is a desirable trait."

"Oh? Well I can't imagine why." He said, sizing me up.

"It's simple really." I answered, "Nerds give good head."

Frank couldn't maintain eye contact any longer. He tried not to grin and looked at his feet.

It was a total knockout. He was vulnerable after all!

I could've pushed him further. I wanted to, but as amusing as it was to make Frank blush, I knew the dude was seriously unhinged in ways I didn't even comprehend. Best to let him regain composure.

"Hey, sorry if.." I started but Frank looked up. The look on his face gave me chills, like a predator looking at their prey. His eyes intense, frightening, darker than usual. The stare was hypnotic and inescapable, like getting pulled into a black hole by a gravity much stronger than anything on Earth.

His hands gripped the front of my dirty, black t-shirt and he took a step, pinning me to the wall beside the door.

My mind began racing, frantically searching his face for a sign, a hint, anything to know what was going on in his head. And just what was I thinking? Had I really been stupid enough to antagonize a killer like Frank? I had seen him in action. He was beyond brutal.

And then Frank's mouth collided with mine, hard. My bottom lip swelled on impact, but I didn't even care to notice, too surprised by the action. My hands reached up and gripped Frank by the wrists.

Groaning from the sting of his kiss, I wondered where the line between passion and violence was drawn, and which side we were going to end up on.

He retracted his dry lips, and his wandering tongue. Still gripping my shirt in his hands he spun me, like an athlete winding up to throw the metal ball in a shot put competition. When he let go I was sent flying to the corner of the room. His mattress broke my fall.

Looking up, I saw Frank locking the bedroom door. Wearing a devious expression, he turned to face me.

"Alright, nerd." He said, kicking off his shoes. "Time for a little experiment."