Daybreak Drabbles

Killing the Dawn

Warning: Violence, hinting of death

FT. OC survivor and killer

Some killers are angry.

The Slasher had the blade close to the woman's neck. She winced in pain, but the killer didn't let up.

"Melody Dawn, that's your name?" The expressions on his face were unreadable, for the mask blocked it from view.

"Yeah, that's my name." She gasped in pain as the knife was pressed harder against her neck.

"Pathetic." The Slasher shook his head. He is the Judge of Karma, and he will determine your fate.

She sucked in a deep breath as the cold metal was brought away from her skin.

"I'm sorry." She muttered softly.

The Banshee stood nearby, sharpening her claws and eyeing the scenario. "What the hell Wren? Do it already."

"I know." The former father sighed and glanced at the woman bound to the chair.

The Principal walked in wordlessly, watching it go down. He wasn't one to point fingers, but in his grief for his daughter, he decided to let the woman fall.

"I don't really mind, if it makes you feel better." The new survivor smiled a tiny bit.

"Did you want to do this?" The Principal raised an eyebrow.

"Well no, but seeing how I don't truly have a purpose, I guess I'm just fine with this." She would shrug.

The Banshee rolled her head to mimic one rolling their eyes, and walked up to the bound survivor. "You talk too much."

The Slasher nodded and Melody took a gasping breath as she felt pain bloom in her stomach, her shirt growing wet. 

"Can I try something too?" it sounded rough and gurgly, and Melody had to focus hard to hear what the newcomer said. 

The Polluted threw his spear into her arm, but that was just the start of it. Thick, black oil exploded from the spear and into her body, and within minutes she was coughing out the stuff, and it slowly suffocated her. 

Some killers don't want to. 

The Virtuoso stared into Melody's soul. Her mask wouldn't show what she actually looked like, just like the Slasher. 

"Maybe we should leave her alone for now? It's not even an official round." Ms. Crimson suggested, and Mr. Cobalt shrugged. Mx. Amber simply folded their arms, curious what would happen. 

"Perhaps, but we don't know what she's doing here." the Virtuoso looked back at the three Imaginary Friends. 

"Maybe... she just... wants to explore..." the Host gave an explanation. 

"Maybe, but I would rather not mess around. If the Mist sees we let her go, what will happen? We'll get tortured." the artist shook her head and pressed the sharp end of her staff against the survivor's chest. 

The werewolf watched anxiously, unsure what they were up to. He wanted answers, though he was sure he wouldn't get any good ones. "Can't we just let her escape and pretend she outran us?"

The Overgrown shook her head. "I agree with Nadiya. Even if we could try that the Mist will know the truth. It can see beyond lies and deception. Even perceptions and illusions do not work on it."