✒ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙʏ ᴅᴀʏʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ

images of a mirror ┊ cheryl x danny

Cheryl ran with quick steps towards the window in front of her. She was sure she would make it, however, her pursuer followed right behind. Determined, she put her hands on the frame and lifted herself up, jumping. She knew she was the last survivor. This didn't upset her, however, it's basically what she had done all her life. surviving. Besides, she knew where the hatch was. But so did Danny.

The man known as Jed Olsen, or Ghostface was hot on the blonde's heels. Being just as experienced as his opponent, better his prey, he knew she would jump out the window. That's why he had already made his way downstairs, prepared to catch her right after her fall. But as soon as he arrived at the door, he saw the girl running straight for the street. For the hatch. He had to beat her to it. He couldn't let her get away this time. Even if he hated it, he had to admit that the girl matched him in terms of intelligence. In fact, she had often managed to trick him. No matter how long he watched her and tried to learn her patterns, she always found new ways to fool him.
However, that exactly piqued his interest. Who was this girl?

Now, the end of the trial was only a few meters away from them: the hatch, from which the typical black smoke was pouring, was wide open. Both picked up their pace one last time. That's when Cheryl felt a painful stab to her left side. Ghostface had managed to wound her once more, but the adrenaline in her veins only made her rush faster to the hatch.

"Damn!"

Danny snorted as he realized he wouldn't be able to catch up with the girl, but he still kept running. Now standing directly in front of the pitch black abyss of the hatch, she turned around once more. For a moment, his eyes looked directly into hers before she now finally disappeared into the mist.

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The blonde-haired's body hit the ground with a heavy thud that made her open her eyes. She found herself back at the fireplace, around which some of the other Survivors were already milling about.

"Oh, Heather! That was s really tough trial... But I'm really glad you made it out!"

Jake offered her a hand to stand up, which she gratefully accepted. Still, she was sorry that she couln't help the black haired escape this time. It could be said that the two had become friends, in a way. Cheryl didn't have a deep relationship with any of the Survivors, but got along well with all of them. She was much appreciated for her loving and caring nature, even if she occasionally clashed with other strong personalities. And despite everything, she had never told anyone her real name. The name her father had given her. Somehow she felt vulnerable when she revealed too much about herself. Especially since she had only been here for a short time. Or at least that's how it felt.

Cheryl had always had an inexplicable fear of mirrors. She felt her reflection in them was an imitation of herself. Not really her, but a way to look directly into her soul. But now she was in a world where there were no mirrors. The small stream near the campfire, to which she had now retreated, probably came closest to that. Therefore she avoided looking into it and preferred to look into the dark forest.

On the other side, Danny also looked into the deep black. He had taken time out just like Cheryl to take off his mask for once. While he was among the other killers, he usually left it on. Only with people he had come to trust, he took it off. Without it, he was no longer Ghostface, but just Jed Olsen. In the rarest of cases, really Danny Johnson.

The dark-skinned boy took a deep breath before putting his mask back on and taking a step forward onto the mossy forest floor. That day, in fact, he had come to the forest with a purpose: As he had done on some days before, he wanted to leave the killer's side today and observe the survivors. Just as he had done in his previous life, it was important to him to find out every detail about his victims. He analyzed their movements, their mannerisms, and habits to make use of them in trials. But on this day it was a particular survivor who had piqued his interest: the blonde girl from before. Since she was new, he didn't know her name, or in fact anything else. She was a mystery.