Voided Mind || Frank Morrison x (Killer!) Gender Neutral Reader || dbd ON HOLD!

Chapter Two

{A/N, you can skip if you want, it's just me apologizing. Okay, before we start, I just wanted to apologize for not updating as much. It's been a bit difficult for me to keep up with this book and I've been missing quite a few days of uploading. I've also been experiencing writers block, but I still wanted to upload chapters for this book. Again, I am truly sorry for my absence. Thank you, now onto the story.}

{tw; mentions of blood, violence, and douchebag shit}

      Upon regaining my vision, I noticed an empty market square, just like the one back in Ormond. Only, it looked more vacant and overgrown. A sudden surge of rage was slowly creeping up on me. The game had begun.

      I slowly prowled around the vacant markets, staring at the meat hooks scattered around the snowy area. If you didn't know any better, you'd think the very few small scattered buildings were actually gas stations and not markets. My head snapped over with a deafening crack as I heard the popping of wires. I knew to be sneaky, crouching down to decrease the odds of making noise. Making my way closer to the sound, I see a generator and a man fiddling with the wires inside. He looked familiar yet so much of a stranger. Then I felt an overwhelming sense of grief, anxiety, and anger packed all into one. It made me sick, like this man was the one who caused it. I gripped tighter to my hunting knife and silently made my way closer, the prey unsuspecting. Once close enough, I raised my knife. Then a shout.

      "Brandon, the killer, they're behind you!"

      Too late, she was. I slashed my knife across his back and smirked as he hollered in pain. He took of running, I, of course, following in pursuit. He reminded me of a blind, wounded, animal. He bumped into many trees, wiping his face with oily hands. It truly was an amusing sight. I brought my knife down onto him once more, causing him to fall down and cry out yet again. I picked him up and hoisted him over my shoulder. For an odd reason, I felt I was stronger than I used to be, even if I had no clue what my "used-to-be" strength was. He struggled in my hold as I carried him over to a meat hook, just as Susie had instructed me before trial. The man screamed and cried out in agony and pain, sorrow and misery laced his eyes as they glossed over with more tears than what was already there. Much to my satisfaction.

      This may not have been my ideal way to live life, but based off of what Susie had said, I kinda have no choice. Just as I walked away from the man, that very same ginger-haired girl ran over to the hook. I quickly turned and slashed into her. How dumb could these people be? The girl shrieked and ran around like a beheaded chicken. As much as I hated to admit it, this was fun and entertaining. She managed to escape, however, as another girl, dark toned, distracted me. The man, much to my displeasure, managed to miraculously lift himself off the hook. I growled but decided against chasing him.

      The game went on; fun for me, frustrating for the others. It made me feel powerful, and I appreciated the feeling. For an unknown reason, the feeling of power and control felt foreign and frightful to me. I didn't mind, though, it was still welcome. I had sacrificed two of them already, but have yet to see, again, that man from the beginning. Brandon, I do believe his name was. It sounded so familiar, but I couldn't rack my mind on why. A loud horn echoed through the tense air, a sudden hunch bringing me sprinting to a gate. Then I saw the man, as well as the girl. The girl was trying to open the gate as quickly as possible as the man was just making his way over to her. I sprinted quickly over to the girl, downing her before she could fully open the gate. The man, however, seemed he couldn't care less as he ran passed me. Both the red-head and I stared in shock and confusion as he ran straight through the still unopened gate. He just left her to die.

      What a douchebag.

      I sighed and hoisted her over my shoulder, letting her wiggle her way free out of pity. She looked at me in confusion.

      "After a douche move like that, I don't see the point in killing you. A pity he did that to you, leaving you for dead," I spoke, her confusion now a mix of spite and abandonment. I somehow felt a connection, though the reason is unclear. I spoke again, "Is tere any other way I can get you out?"

      Her expression went back to one of confusion. Then, she spoke, "Yeah, actually. A hatch should be around here somewhere."

      I nodded and we began to look around for this hatch she told of. We soon found it, but before she left, I stopped her. "Y/N," was all I managed to say before she opened her mouth to most likely bombard me with questions. I interrupted, "My name is Y/N."

      She nodded. "I'm Meg," was all she said before disappearing into the hatch.

      I felt satisfied as the thrill of the hunt died down. Smoke obscured my vision and before I knew it, I was back at the clearing. There were more people there now, all the people made me uncomfortable. They were staring, and I didn't like it. Then, Susie came running up to me.

      "Y/N, you're back!" she exclaimed, "How'd it go? You have got to tell us everything!"

      I sighed and smiled softly at her enthusiasm. "Alright, alright! Just let me sit down first!"

      I sat on the same log I did when I first found myself in this place, suddenly finding myself explaining my first trial to anyone who cared to listen.