You're Different to Me

Lesson Learned

I gave away my emotions as my expression grew anxious. He walked away from Frank setting me down in a clearing where I couldn't see him. As soon as my arms were free I reached for him in an attempt to attack. He took a step back just to watch me struggle. 

"Do you really think you'd make it on your own? Where do you think you'd be if Frank hadn't saved you in that trial? I imagine the entity would have grown bored of you and tossed you into the void realm." His voice was too amused for my liking, I kept my thoughts to myself as they grew worse. "Helpless little survivor, crying in the trial afraid to even peek out and help her team. Oh, wait, Frank cut you up didn't he?" He covered his mouth, pretending to be shocked. "Now why would you love someone who did that to you?"

"Oh, so what you did to me is better? Psychologically torturing me, burning me, kidnapping me?" I finally broke my silence. "You expect me to love you after you treated me like that?-" I was cut off abruptly.

"I SAVED YOU!", his taunting voice broke into one of chaos. "Do you think you would actually be able to perform in trial? You just about break down in tears after each one, you and I both know you could never kill those you started off with, those who showed you kindness. You don't have the true passion we have, there's a reason you weren't made a killer in the first place. The entity noticed you as weak, only meant to run away." He took a step towards me, kneeling down before taking a firm grasp of my broken ankle. I yelped as the pulsating feeling spread through my flesh. "...And now, you can't even run." I tried to pull my leg away from him, only making the pain worse as I struggled. I held back tears holding my eyes shut as I grimaced. "I tried to be nice to you, I really did, and this is how you choose to repay me." He let go of me before trying to run his hand along my face as I pulled away. 

"You're a coward..." I whispered

"Excuse me?" He spoke back with agitation in his voice.

"You heard me. If you didn't use dirty tricks to hurt me, to hurt Frank. You wouldn't stand a chance." I looked him dead in the eyes. His hand shot out, clasping around my neck and cutting off my airway. I grabbed at his hands with mine in an attempt to pry them off. 

"I think you would make a nice little addition to my cabin, I didn't want to hurt you any more than I had to, but you leave me with fewer and fewer choices." His expression hardened. He threw me to the side, landing on my arms to keep my head from hitting the ground. I gasped for breath before looking to face him. Before I could realize it, Frank had his arms around his neck keeping him in a headlock. They both struggled with force before Ghostface threw Frank to the side. 

"You keep your fucking hands off my girl, bitch." Frank grunted, lifting his mask from his face. He took deep breaths, keeping his feet planted firmly on the ground, radiating confidence. My heart fluttered seeing him. They stood facing each other, Ghostface clenched his fists in rage. He raised his hand to his mask pulling it fully off to stare Frank in the eyes. His eyes were as black as the soulless ones of his mask, but his grin told a different story than the screaming face he usually wore.  It felt like I had only blinked when he rushed Frank tackling him. He sat atop him, raining a hail of punches. Frank put his arms to block as many as he could but a few managed to land before pushing Danny to the dirt beside them. I pushed myself to my knees in an attempt to stand, I didn't know if I could help, but I had to try. Frank lands two hard kicks into his side making him cough as small amounts of blood dripped from his mouth. Danny rolled to his side, quickly getting to his feet.

"You're gonna have to try a bit harder than that Frank." He taunted as he wiped the blood from his mouth.  I took the opportunity and grabbed onto his back, refusing to let go as he struggled to stay on his feet. He turned to look at me which gave Frank the chance to land another blow straight to his face. He stumbled before grabbing me with a firm hand and pulling me forward. He held me tightly to his chest, entrapping both my arms in his grasp. I was high enough that I couldn't quite touch the ground, but I thrashed against him regardless. "I would stop if I were you.." he whispered in my ear as I looked toward Frank, his face twisted in concern. I felt the cold sharp blade against my skin already beginning to draw blood. I froze, trying to breathe softly so as to move less.