Dick by Gaylight

Leon

                                                                                        Chapter 2

In the week that followed I was in trials with every other killer, even ghost face, without incident. In the two trials I did encounter the quick and silent killer, it was only in brief chases that the ghost face quickly gave up when he saw I was trying to bring him to the killer shack. Some sick curiosity just wanted to be alone with him, and see what would happen. My mind has been racing for the past 7 days. Why did the killer who has always been so cold, initiate that out of nowhere? In trials past the ghost face has never treated me differently, and I've never heard of him doing this to other survivors who have been in the trials way longer than me. But a more embarrassing question pressed on my mind. Why have I stood at the exit gates in those two games until the last second waiting to see him? And why didn't he come? These thoughts race through my mind as I feel the familiar draw come over me. My mind is pulled to the campfire, and I walk over there, barely noticing claudette, nancy, and dwight also walking slowly toward the flame. I reach into the chest in front of me and pick a Med-Kit and some other supplies. After a minute a heavy drowsiness comes over me as my eyes close.

I woke up standing in the cold rain. As I take in the tall gray wall and park bench, a wave of familiarity comes over me. I am in the Racoon City Police Department. Feeling more comfortable and certain I will win this trial, I run up the stairs to locate the closest gen. I find one in the hallway on the second floor and start pulling wires and levers into their place. As I complete the gen, I hear Dwight get hit. I hear his groans as I sneak over to the next room and find him hiding by a pallet. I use my med kit to finish healing him and notice myself staring a little too closely at the line of skin between his pants and his shirt. I pull my eyes away. Not a moment after I finish healing my teammate, I hear the boom of exposure. My heartbeat starts loud in my ears, and Dwight runs through the pallet and out into the hallway.

My first instinct is to run away with Dwight, but I stop myself. Instead, I turn around and finally face him. No more games. Ghost face stops crouching and stands up. He stares at me through the mask and I get a flashback to those dark brown eyes and that dangerous mouth. I take a step forward and he raises his knife. Stopping, I find enough air to say what's been on my mind all along "Why me?" The Ghost face turns his head ever so slightly. With a little more courage I ask again "Why did you...pick me? And why won't you talk to me?" The ghost face lets out a low laugh, which makes me a little more annoyed. I drop my med kit, step toward the raised knife and grab it in my hand, pulling it over the soft part of my palm and drawing blood. The ghost face makes no movement as I show him my bloody hand. Becoming more upset, and my hand starting to burn, I reach for his mask and as my fingers touch the side of the plastic, he grabs my wrist pulling my hand away. He lets go of me but I stay frozen. He lowers his knife and puts it on the windowsill. He takes my hurt hand and with his robe, cleans the blood away from the cut. Then he slowly, as if to not startle me, he picks up the med kit, and bandages up my hand. I appreciate the moment for just a second, the feel of his fingers on my hand, the heat of his body so close to mine. But the moment ends as he finishes mending me and he reaches for his knife, ready to leave. "w-Wait" I stutter and reach for any part of him to get him to stay. The ends of his robe slip through my finger. I yell again "h-HEY" and he stops a few steps away from me. Unsure of where to go from here, I step closer to his turned back.

"What do you need to say?" The cold voice of the killer startles me. He doesnt turn back to look at me, which unnerves me even more. "I.. I've been confused all week. My head is swimming and... and I cant stop thinking... fuck i just cant get my mind off you!" the silence feels long as I hold my breath for a response.

"Is that it?" He says kurtly. my heart drops. But really, what did I expect? I wanted him to sweep me up in his powerful arms, pull off the mask, and tell me he's been missing me? I hold back a tear and take what shred of dignity I have left and walk away. Any notion that it meant any more to him than lust is gone from my mind. What a stupid thing to think. I jump down a hole and find a gen. my teammates across the map finish one just as I finish my own. With one gen left, I start off to find it, trying to keep my mind focused on anything else besides the burning shame behind my eyes. About halfway through the gen I start to hear a heartbeat. Ignoring all my instincts, I stay on the gen. The heartbeat becomes pounding in my ears, and I get pulled off the generator with a yelp "uuuhhh!" I immediately start to struggle and some angry tears begin to fall. "Put me down asshole!! let me go!! I just wanna leave!!" The Ghost Face takes me through the familiar halls of my old workplace, and I wiggle off before he can drop me in the carpeted office space. I take the moment he is stunned to gather myself, and when he finally turns around, I am standing tall and as hard faced as I can be with a bright red nose and red eyes. my composure leaves me as he reaches for my arm, I tear it away. "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" I yell at him. The ghost face winces back, and this surprises me. The killer almost seems scared of me. I breathe heavily trying to regain my composure but the breaths come in ragged and shaky.