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

Chapter Four

      My vision clears and I noticed I was back at the market square. I gripped my knife tighter, now oddly alert of my surroundings. I never truly noticed I was more alert in trials, but this is my second one so...-

      My head snapped over as I heard a branch crack under someone's running feet. He looked timid; I almost felt bad for him. Almost. I began to sneak my way over to where he was now working on a gen; another man was working with him.

      I realised the timid man was aware I was there, a chill ran down his spine and he looked around. He leaned over and whispered something about a heartbeat and the other guy seemed to blow it off. I moved closer and the timid guy lived up to the nickname I gave him; he jumped up off the gen and ran away. Good. I liked a chase.

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      I felt myself smile as the man was cornered. He looked around frantically in hopes of finding an escape. Tears formed in the man's eyes, but, for some reason, I couldn't find myself feeling guilty. Then, as if none of it was ever real, I wasn't there anymore. I was seemingly in a whole nother dimension; alone with my thoughts.

(Quick A/N, memories are just italicized.)

      Why did that other guy look so familiar? Why do I feel such hatred towards him? What is going on? I don't understand...

      "Hey there gorgeous," said a man to my side. I rolled my eyes and huffed.

      "Shouldn't you be off smoking with your buddies?" for some reason, just being around him made me uncomfortable. "I don't even know you?"

      "Y'know, with a body like yours, I'm surprised you're not taken," why was he so persistent?

      "I'm not looking for anything serious, so I would like it if you shooed," I dismissively waved him off and walked away.

      I don't like the feeling he gave me - like I wasn't safe. I just need to keep my distance, that's all. I release a long drawn out breath and leaned against the wall of a building. Working mornings and afternoons are tough enough as it is without adding on the desperate men/women {A/N, this takes place when gay was highly frowned upon (1950's), so if you're a guy it'd be desperate women. However, you can tell it doesn't apply to all men.} trying to get with me. They all think I'm weak though, I just know it.

      I felt a small tap on my head and looked up at the night sky. Rain. I quickly rush into the building I was leaning on - it turned out to be a pub. The lights were dim and the place was packed; it looks as though many others came in to avoid the rain as well. I sighed and softly shook my head; I needed to get back home. A sudden surge of fear course through my body as a figure loomed over me and pinned me to a wall. "Fancy running into you again," his smirk made me sick. I tried to fight out of his grip but he held to me tightly. I couldn't escape. I started to panic and wanted to yell but he covered my mouth to shush me. Nobody saw. Out of all the people in the pub, nobody helped. Not one. He started pulling me out of the pub and to a nice, black Buick Skylark. I fought hard, but I couldn't get away. I quickly gave up, shameful, and thought about my boyfriend back home and how he must be worried sick; not to mention my dad who I promised to telephone once I got home. Wait... I had a boyfriend? Who was my boyfriend? No... That survivor... He's the one who kidnapped me... Brandon.

      But as quickly as I had entered my thoughts, I had left them. Something was oozing down my face. Was it... blood? I didn't know, didn't care. I had almost won. All of them on the hook, just one remained. I don't remember putting them on the hooks, but I was glad they were. One of my hexes were out of use, but that didn't matter. I was gonna win.

      A twig snapped not too far from the nearest hook and I quickly made my way over, but I couldn't see them. The girl on the hook, the same dark toned one from my first trial, tried to pull herself off and it amused me greatly. She failed. Then a bright light obscured my vision and I was blinded for some time. Then I heard the girl be hoisted off the hook and saw them run off together as my vision cleared. A good chase never hurts.

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      I had caught them both. The survivor that was hardest to catch was the man; the one from my memory. He had gotten away once and it was near impossible to detect him again.

      The woman put up just as bad a fight as the man, yet they still couldn't escape me. Once they were each hoisted onto their respected hooks, every survivor was lifted away into the sky by spider-like limbs.
I smiled under my mask and wiped my bloodied hands off on my clothing. I welcomed the smog as it engulfed me and took me back to the campfire. Only one person was there then - Frank.

      I walked up to him and nudged his back with my knee. "Where's Susie?" I asked. He looked over his shoulder and chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

      "Went back to the resort, with the others," he scooted over on the log, "I'll take you there if you sit and talk."

      I looked at him as if he'd gone mad, but he couldn't see that. I pondered for a moment before sighing. Don't have much of a choice if I wanna talk to Susie again... I sat next to him on the log and stared into the campfire. "So... What did you want to talk about?"

      "Did you lose your memories Y/N?" he looked over at me and for a moment I was stunned. How did he know?

      "... Yes," I hesitated on answering.

      "How much do you remember?"

      I thought for a bit, racking my brain for all that I knew about me before I appeared here. "I remember... dropping out of highschool because my dad needed extra help paying bills. And sitting at a campfire with some people I can't remember. I also remember getting kidnapped and being weak and hurt. I think I had a... secret boyfriend? As well as some missing posters in a market. And... I'm not too sure, but I think I wanted to kill someone. I don't know..."

      He stared at me for a while and I couldn't read his aura; it worried me. Then, he finally spoke. "Listen, Y/N, it won't make sense now, but I know who you are," he spoke the words softly, confusing me, "I actually know you quite fondly, and you used to know me... So you can hang out with me and the gang whenever you want or if you need a place to sleep."

      I stared in confusion, and knew he was right; I didn't understand. He sighed and shook his head softly before speaking again. "It's nothing, nevermind," he got up and I could sense his sorrow, "Just follow me."

      I followed him till we reached an exit gate you'd usually see in trials, but it was labeled "ORMOND" and this puzzled me. The gate was open but I could only see mist. I lost it when Frank told me to follow him when he walked through; I was beyond uncomprehending. Though, I did end up following him anyway. The mist swallowed us whole, and when it cleared I was standing in the middle of a run down resort.