Into The Fog - Dead By Daylight Part 1

Bastard Entity

I took a step towards the campfire, but was repelled by some invisible force. It dawned on me that the trial hadn't even started yet, I was eager.

This was the time to prepare.

To my right stood three great tree stumps all in a line, just like Frank had described.

They were scorched by flame, blackened, or perhaps struck by lightning.

There was one stump to place an offering for The Entity, and another to place add-on items that would alter my Frenzy. I had neither of those things.

I really didn't understand why I would want to make an offering to The Entity anyways. I didn't worship it, I wasn't fond of it at all.

"Bastard Entity." I said quietly.

Behind me a tree branch snapped. When I spun around, all I saw was a dark and foggy forest, the shadows creating creepy illusions.

"Psh. You're not scaring me that easy." I lied, probably talking to nothing at all.. I turned my back on the forest to resume my preparations.

My heart was pounding, but I blamed it on all the coffee I drank while studying for this trial.

The third tree stump was where i would choose up to four 'perks'. The perks gave me special abilities during the trial, although as a new killer, I had only three to work with, but until I got some more experience I can only use one. Apparently, there were many to be obtained.

The three I had were called; Iron Maiden, Discordance, and Mad Grit.

Iron Maiden caused survivors to scream as they left a locker, which were placed throughout each realm, or 'map', as hiding places. The scream would let me know the location of the survivor, and on top of that, they would be rendered 'Exposed' for a short period.

When a survivor suffers from the 'Exposed' effect, they go down in just one basic attack, instead of the usual two.

Discordance is a perk that turns the aura of a generator from red to yellow when there is more than one survivor repairing it simultaneously. It also produces a loud explosion noise to alert me of it's activation.

By default, I am permitted to see the aura of each generator glow red from anywhere in the realm.

Discordance is there to help me slow down the progress survivors are making with their repairs by patrolling the ones that light up yellow. A lovely advantage.

Then there is Mad Grit. I'm not sure I fully understood this perk. The effect being that I suffer no 'cool-down' for a missed attack while carrying a downed survivor, and if I were to land an attack while carrying a survivor, then it becomes more difficult for them to wiggle free of my grasp?

I think I got that right. It sounded pretty situational to me.

My head felt like it was swelling from an overload of information. I'm surprised I retained as much as I had.

I took a step closer to the stumps, trying to get out of my head a little. I listened to the leaves crunch under my foot and focused on what was in front of me.

Laying there on the tree stump where I was to place my perks, I found a small leather bag that I could only hope wasn't made of human skin.

Inside were the three perks Frank said I would have. They were as solid as iron and diamond-shaped. When I placed Discordance on the stump, it stuck to the wood like a magnet.

"All set, I guess." I told myself as I walked back to the invisible barrier that separated me from the survivors.

I figured it'd be a good idea to see who I'm up against.

There was an old guy, grey hair, cigarette hanging from his mouth, and a toolbox in his hand.

Poor dude, seemed almost unfair to put the elderly through this nightmare. He gave me an ex-military vibe though, stronger than he looks maybe.

The girl beside him had flaming red hair, a black top that looked like an oversized bandanna, and was wearing cowboy boots. Gross.

She held a first-aid kit in her hand and looked back-and-forth at the people around her.

To her right was another young girl, possibly from Chinese decent. She wore pink hair in a ponytail and her outfit was more like a sports jersey, matching black shorts and a polo both striped blue and covered in blood.

She stood confidently with her arms crossed as she looked over to the man on her right.

This man was dressed in a blazer and tie along with a dirty beige overcoat. His hair went straight up, tight, dark and curly. He was taller than the rest, and had the darkest skin of all of them. He looked like a very smart man, which might be troublesome for me.

I watched the four survivors as they waited for the trial to begin.

It was quiet out here in the woods. I thought about the dark things I was eagerly waiting to do. What would my family think of me if they knew?

I wondered if they were still looking for me, if they were grieving, or maybe they had moved on already. I hoped that was the case. I'm so far gone now, I'm basically just a ghost.

This place is where I belong. I have a new life here. I have Frank..

I wanted to do well in this trial. The thought of disappointing him was nearly unbearable. But, why was that?

Do I really care about the crazy man? And just what does he think of me?

Our relationship is confusing, and probably extremely psychologically damaging. I enjoy my time with him though, even as much as he scares me. I feel like he makes me stronger.

Was it this place that bred the violence in his soul?

My thoughts were interrupted, as my unfocused gaze watched all four of the survivors disappear in black smoke at the same time, and I was taken as well.

Here goes.