You're Different to Me

Remaking Myself

~I actually ended up doodling my character in this story so I figured I'd put part of it here so the mask is shown. Please do not use without permission~

The longer I stayed in the killer's camp, the more instinct I gained. My brain no longer associated the trials with pain and suffering, but with a twisted excitement that blurred my vision in a way I couldn't understand. Frank's power had found its way into me. We walked back from the lake to the campfire. There was a small picnic table facing the campfire outside of the cabin. I climbed and sat on top of the table jamming my knife into the wooden top.
"Frank, my knifes getting dull-" Before I could even finish he walked towards the cabin.
"I got something don't worry hon." He said stepping into the cabin. I pulled my knife out, twirling it around in my fingers. Through the shadows, I saw a familiar ghostly mask watching me from behind a tree. The reddish glow returned to my vision as without thinking I spun my knife to hold it by the blade, throwing it with inhumane precision, stabbing the tree a mere inch from his face. Frank who had just stepped foot out of the cabin looked at me confused. I hopped off the table laughing to myself.
"Sorry, I was just saying hello to our visitor." Pointing to the tree where my knife had landed. A black mist appeared and vanished just as quickly. I walked over to pull my knife back into my hand, feeling like it almost came back to my hand before I grabbed the grip. It made my hand tingle and my body pulse. My vision blurred again, the red spot leaving as it had in the trial. I held my head as I grunted in pain. Frank rushed to my side,
"The frenzy again?" He put a hand on my shoulder.
"Why does that hurt so much?" I said through gritted teeth.
"It takes some getting used to, a lot has happened to your body recently, your mind, your strength. The entity seems to be giving you the same power it gave me. Heh, I guess you really are mine... even in the eyes of that thing." He laughed slightly. "Come back to the table, I'll sharpen it up for you." He said taking hold of my hand to lead me back. I followed him despite my brain still pulsating with pain. I climbed back onto the wooden table top and sat crisscross as he sat down on the bench in front of me. Frank pulled a wet stone out of his pocket and set it in front of my legs. He began to sharpen my knife as I watched studying his movements. The door of the cabin opened as a mountain of a woman walked through the door. She had a broken bunny mask over the top half of her face and a hatchet in her hand. She seemed to be humming a lullaby as she approached us. I looked up to see her, she stabbed her hatchet into a tree stump next to the table and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Welcome little one. Celebrate your first victory in trial." She grabbed another axe from a nearby bin, inspecting the blade. "When you go back, hit them with all you've got." She smiled at me before beginning to hum again and heading towards the wooden gates of the trial. Frank looked up at me and laughed slightly.
"Hey, she thinks I did a good job." I crossed my arms and pouted playfully.
"You did, I watched you tap into that inner strength and put them in their place." He stood pushing his and my mask up slightly kissing me passionately. I blushed at the unexpected kiss and leaned into him. He pulled away slowly, then held my knife up to me.
"Should be able to cut through anything." He smiled. I changed my position to sit on my knees as I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and kissed him again.
"Frank, do you think I'd be strong enough to do a trial tomorrow... with you watching?" I asked softly.
"After what I've seen, you can take on anything. I'll be right there to step in if you need me to love." He smiled at me. His supportiveness gave me confidence. I never thought I would be here, not only in this place but on this side of the scale. My blade determined the outcome of the trials and my strength determined the outcome of the last bit of humanity I had left. Who I was becoming didn't scare me anymore. I hopped off the table and held my hand out to him.
"Again," I said with confidence. He graciously took my hand.
"With pleasure." He grinned before flipping his mask down, I did the same. The scenery changed around us into a dark junkyard. Car bodies littered the area, stacked on one another precariously. I knelt down placing the pads of my fingers against the soil. The pulsating feeling in my brain returned as the red splotches crowded my vision. My peripheral vision faded as I took off in a sprint toward my first target. I recognized the breathing, it was one of the men from the previous trial. My fingers clenched on the grip of my knife as I rushed forward. I couldn't even see Frank anymore, all I could see was the man running from me. He turned his head and began to yell at me, I couldn't understand what he was saying, my ears drowning out the volume. He approached a large pallet leaning against a rusted car.
"Eat shit!" I finally understood him. I slid underneath the pallet before it even hit the ground, slashing the back of his leg. He continued running with a limp before swearing at me more, my brain turned off all noise again as I held my breath. I swung my arm forward before releasing it like a slingshot, my knife went flying plunging deep into his back as he fell. I held my hand forward as the knife started to wiggle in his skin. It burst out of him flipping at great speeds before the grip landed back into my waiting hand. Surprised, I looked at it, unsure of what just happened or how I managed it. My eyes began to burn as a bright light scorched me. I groaned as I knelt to the ground holding my head. Before I had regained my sight, I felt my body act on its own once again hurling my knife at great speeds. My vision cleared as I saw a man with a bleeding hand trying to run. A flashlight lay on the ground near my feet with my knife cracked through the bulb. I felt the grip come back to my hand as it had before while taking off after him. He ran towards a small shack-like building before vaulting a window. I followed after him jumping through the window. My ears tingled as I heard pained breathing somewhere in the room. I looked around trying to focus on the sound. I quickly whipped around and threw open a locker door behind me finding him inside. I pulled him out dragging him to the ground, a devious lulling noise coming from a set of nearby stairs leading downwards. I grabbed him by the back of his shirt collar, dragging him down the stained wooden stairs one by one before entering a room that seemed to be a separate realm from the junkyard. The air was stiff and heavy while an eerie light peaked through the uneven walls. I lifted him with ease, throwing his entire body onto one of the four hooks in front of me. My ears pulsed again as I made my way back up the stairs. Someone was left. I walked swiftly trying to creep by without running. I turned the corner accidentally running into someone. It was a girl... my brain seemed to come back to its senses as she cowered in front of me. It was Meg. I was stunned, unable to react to the situation. She fell to the grown trying to crawl away from me. I couldn't bring myself to do it. Not her, not like this. She stopped for a second, realizing that I wasn't moving. I took one last look in her direction before turning away. I heard her get up and begin to run again, but I didn't care. I put my back to the wall of compacted cars and slid down until I was sitting on the ground. I put my knife on the ground, pulling my knees up to my chest and putting my head in my hands. I heard a large door screech open and the end of the trial followed shortly after. The pain in my head returned causing me to wince. I felt a hand placed on the top of my head and I looked up slightly. Frank knelt in front of me.
"I-I was too weak..." I stuttered holding back tears. He placed his forehead against mine.
"You're not weak, you never were and this or anything else will never change that." I knew he was trying to comfort me, but I finally felt something that made me feel out of place. Any of the other killers wouldn't have hesitated, why did I? I cried, I couldn't hold it back anymore. It made me feel that what Ghostface said was right, I didn't belong here, and I wasn't good enough.
"Stop thinking like that," Frank said softly. I looked at him pushing my mask up my face to wipe my eyes.
"What they say about you doesn't matter." It felt like he could read my thoughts. "You have something different, I saw it. You can do things none of us can, I've never seen it before." He said sounding slightly shocked. I felt the palm of my hand tingle as I looked over at my knife next to me, I turned my gaze back to Frank.
"Let's go home, you need to rest." He wrapped his arms around me positioning to pick me up bridal style. My arm hung down as he stood up, the knife projecting itself into my open hand. I closed my eyes as he walked until I felt the air change and I knew we had returned. He continued until I felt the familiar warmth of his room as he set me on the edge of the bed. He lifted my arms as he pulled my hoodie off of me while I kicked off my shoes. I lifted my legs off the bed to slip off my skirt feeling comfortable in just my underwear. I laid back fully on the bed with my arms out to my sides. Frank continued to strip off his bloody clothes and hang them up before hanging up mine as well. He placed both of our masks on the bedside table before laying down on his side of the bed, grabbing my arm, and pulling me up to him. He pulled the sheets over both of us, as we lay underneath the thin cover. He looked into my eyes, holding my cheek with one hand.
"You're more powerful than you know." He smiled. "I love you." I blushed looking down for a few seconds. I smiled softly snuggling my face into his neck as he wrapped his arms around me.
"I love you too, Frank."