I Desire You

Chapter 7. Tenderness

Summary:

"I want to see her again."

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The sky above the killers’ realm was dark and ominous, as clouds swirled around lifelessly. The mood was grim and full of anger, for a number of the Entity’s minions couldn’t rest properly.

The ones who have been humiliated and outran by the mysterious new survivor girl were gathered around the campfire, waiting for their turn into their next trial. It was hard to admit it, but they were now itching to go into a trial and face her.

She was smart.

She was quick.

Every step the killers took, she was always two steps ahead.

Maybe even ten.

Other survivors fell too quickly and were quick to give up, rendering the killers any fun or bloodlust in the trials. They would scream, beg, and insult their murderers, calling them names that were just unbelievable and hard to think that these labels could exist.

But not her.

The masked girl never called them any insults or names. She never had any malicious attempts to mock them or anything of that sort. Her actions were purely for her own sake and her friends to survive and escape without getting sacrificed to the Entity.

It was somewhat refreshing.

And tender if they had to put it.

These men who committed atrocious and inhumane things were feeling some sort of light and warm feeling within their impenetrable souls. It was pleasant, and it only grew more at the sight of her.

They continued to hunt her down with the intent for payback, but every-time another survivor were to taunt them, their minds would linger on the masked girl. The way she would give them a good chase and hunt, without exchanging any insults to the broken men.

Until she accidentally knocked down a bag of flour on the already wet Michael’s head who was angrily stomping after her in the second trial they faced. The Shape ended up inhaling some of the flour and some got into his eyes, blinding him and causing him the loss to the trial. 

“Y-you should’ve seen how stupid you look!” Danny wheezed out, pointing a finger at Michael who stood lifelessly by the campfire, “you looked like a fat slob!”

“Quiet Danny.” Evan sat on the log calmly, sharpening his tools with a smaller weapon he forged, “don’t tempt him. If he attacks you, I’m not diving in to stop it.”

“Come on Evan, don’t be like that-”

“I mean it.” Evan turned his bone mask towards Danny sternly, “never forget you owe me. I stopped Kazan from chopping your head off a few moments ago.”

Danny raised his arms in defence as Kazan, snarled at the Ghostface angrily.

“It was pretty funny though.” Ji-Woon snickered, fully aware of Michael’s pissed off dark look from across the campfire.

As if to further piss off the Shape, Ji-Woon and Danny began to mock him, playing out the way he got stuck in the window on the first trial against the mask girl by the Ghostface pinning the Trickster in a chokehold.