Purity is a Construct Made to Shame You

1 :: Dwight Fairfeild

Oh god.

Dwight had no idea what he did to catch the beast's eye. He had no idea what caused this hulking figure to chase after him. No matter what he did - no matter where he ran - no matter how far he ran - the beast just wouldn't let up. His heart pounded against his chest as he leaned on a door frame, desperately trying to catch his breath.

None of the other survivors had been hunted. He was the only one. Was there a reason that the Executor's blade tried to hone in on his flesh alone?

He was so lucky that he hadn't had the misfortune of being struck with the blade. He greedily sucked in more breaths to his burning lungs as he stumbled over to the generator, crouching down by it. Might as well try to be useful to his team, even if it only meant getting a fraction of a generator to completion.

The heartbeat had died down a while ago. Had he finally lost that thing? Dwight let out a relieved sigh as his muscles finally began to relax. He was so glad that cramping was nearly impossible, else he would have been in much worse pain than already. His legs cried out in anguish at their overexertion.

It was during this period of relaxation that he lost focus. For a mere moment, he lost focus, and his hands connected the wrong wires together and-

BAM!

It exploded. It burnt his hands horribly. A yelp escaped him - he just couldn't jerk his hands back fast enough. He held his injured hand to his stomach as pain coursed through him.

He almost forgot about the being that was surely coming to his location.

Those thundering steps were approaching from the south. Ormond wasn't a small place, so he would surely have time to run.

His feet carried him through the blizzard that raged around him. Everything was going well. It - it would all be okay! His team already had three of the generators done, so -

A cry left him as sharp metal sliced through his legs. Razor wire tangled itself within his flesh, sending him crashing forward as he lost his footing. The first blood had been spilled. Crimson splattered and stained the snow.

Dwight desperately tried to crawl away. His fingers dug into the freezing ground as he tried to gain some distance — but he felt a firm foot being placed onto his back. Now unable to wriggle out, he looked back at the entity. That towering figure never failed to terrify him — even though it's head was covered in a triangular helm, he could feel its glare burning into him.

His eyes shut as he awaited his death. To feel the metal of his blade pierce his flesh — yet, it did not. His eyes opened wide as he shrieked at the feeling of the razor wire burrowing into his skin, travelling up his legs and spreading through his limbs.

The pain burned. It felt like he was being shredded from the inside our. He yelled out — sobbed out —

"Why?! Why are you doing this to me?! What have I done?!"

The Executioner had been picking Dwight out of everyone else to hurt. To hunt. The beast simply let out a grunt as the razor wire kept him in place. The Executioner walked past him now — knowing that there was no way Dwight could be freed from the torture until he returned.

And so the nervous leader was left there, his nerves and muscles screaming in anguish along with him. He heard his teammates screams as each one was tracked down and hooked — and as they were all sacrificed, he could once more hear the beast approaching.

As he laid there, he could see the.. the hatch! It was a few yards away! He forced his body into a crawl, his screams of pain never once lessening. He could see the razors pulsating beneath his skin, wrapping around his muscles without care.

His hand reached out. It gripped the edge of the hatch. He pulled himself forward, almost sobbing with how close freedom was.

The hatch was closed harshly on his hand. Dwight shrieked once more as he felt the bones snap in an unnatural position. He desperately tried to tug his hand out from underneath the metal, but it was just too heavy.

The Executioner stood with his foot on the hatch, pressing more weight down on it just to hear Dwight's damned screams. He raised his foot once more and stomped it down to close the hatch completely.

Sick satisfaction crept into him as he watched the man's body jerk back, trying to stop the bleeding of his severed hand as he sobbed and cried. The world began to collapse around them, slowly but surely. The Executioner finally raised his blade, bringing it down onto Dwight's chest. It cleaved through it as if it was merely butter. He watched the man's body spasm for a moment longer before it was claimed by the Entity.

He wanted more pain to be wrought on this individual. But.. as the dark fog began to surround him, he knew he would have his chance plenty of times from now. And he would make sure that his suffering was the worst he's ever inflicted.