Into The Fog - Dead By Daylight Part 1

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"Hey.. Hey!"

I bolted upright, and turned my head to cast my wide-eyes on Frank. Was he real? I felt my chest. The bruises hurt when I touched them.

"You were jerking around in your sleep.." He said, curiously.

"Yeah, weird dream." I sighed with relief and pulled my knees closer to my chest, my heart was racing.

"What about? You gave me the craziest look just then." Frank sounded concerned, but amused at the same time.

I put my face in my hands, trying to shake the feeling of panic.

"I was trapped in the dream. I just.. couldn't wake myself up. So thanks for that."

"You slept a long time.. You're eyes look like shit by the way."

Usually that type of comment would annoy me, but I let it go. I had more pressing concerns.

"When will I have another trial?" I was both dreading it, and looking forward to it. Dreading it because I'm not really the 'killer' type, and looking forward to it so the entity could heal my aching body.

"It depends on how well you did on your last round. If the entity was pleased, you'll get a break for a day or so. If you didn't put on a good show.."

Frank tustled my hair.

"You would've already been sent to another trial by now."

He stood, crossing the room to examine a silver wristwatch on his writing desk.

"Your last one ended about thirteen hours ago, so you must've done pretty decently." He adjusted himself in his grey boxer-briefs, and caught me watching.

"Excited, are you?" He asked, putting the watch down.

My face boiled with embarrassment.

"I mean, for your next trial?" He added with a sly smirk.

I rolled my eyes into the back of my head.

"Uh, not really." I let myself fall back into the warm matress, gently covering my face with my arms.

"Frank, I don't really want to hurt people. Well, except David I guess. I'm not sure I can do it."

I heard his footsteps approaching the bed, and I peeked through my arms to see him standing over me with a judgement look.

"You clearly didn't have a problem last time."

I dropped my arms and gazed up at the ceiling.

"Fueled by drugs and alcohol, sure. It was a cinch." I said flatly.

"Great! I'll go get get some." He pulled a red t-shirt over his head, the design too worn to make out.

"No, dude. I have an addictive personality. I don't want to rely on-"

I could tell Frank was getting tired of my excuses by the way he inhaled and exhaled slowly, like he was trying to keep a cool head.

He kneeled at the edge of the bed.

"You really like to complicate things, huh? Let me make it simple then." His eyes became intense.

"You will kill every last survivor during your trials. No mercy, no pity. You will cut them down, then come back to me with the details. And I'll know if you lie, so DON'T TEST ME."

Droplets of spit hit my face. I had almost forgotten what a raging lunatic Frank was.

"Alright! Damn.. I'll do it, whatever you want." I said, trying to pacify the psycho and get that scary look off his face.