Apprentice (The Ghostface/Frank Morrison)

Introduction

Frank shielded his eyes with his arm from the unnatural pain caused from the flashlight, hissing through his teeth.The survivor who he had wounded had blinded him and turned, sprinting for her life.

Frank was quick to vault over the wooden barrier, his hand gripping the handle to his knife tightly and his breath was laborious as he chased her. The survivor was quick but Frank was quicker, eventually catching up to her. He slashed at her back sloppily and she fell to the cool dirt, face first.

Frank heaved slighlty hunched over as he stared at her below. Frank knew he was losing time as four generators had already been completed and no one had been sacrificed to the Entity. The survivor began to crawl away and Frank stepped on her foot applying all of his weight, preventing her from going any further.

He lifted his mask slightly bringing the end of his shirt to his face to wipe off his sweat from his forhead, careful to not reveal himself completely. He placed his mask carefully back over with one hand, making sure his hood was still over his head. The survivor below groaned in pain, twisting her leg slightly under his sneaker as an attempt to get away.

"Shut up." Frank said under his breath as he eyed her.

He lifted his head to scan for movment, debating on his next moves. Frank was aware he needed to get at least one sacrificed for the Entity, as he had been dinged twice before for not having any sacrificed in his last two trials. Frank cracked his knuckles as he repositioned his foot higher on her leg, pressing down on her calf.

"Its gotta be you..." Frank mumbled to himself after the fifth generator went off.

He would have to hold her. The survivor was bleeding heavily and Frank eyed her nervously, afraid she may bleed out on the ground. Frank closed his eyes as he kept adjusting his knifes handle in his grip, a nervous habbit he had since he could remember.

"I can't go a third...ill be deprived again. I can't go through that..." Frank continue to mumble to himself and the survivor whimpered and tugged her leg again.

"Stop that!" Frank shouted and bent over grabbing the back of her shirt, balling it in his fist.

He lifted her up to her feet, forcing her to walk backwards as he half led half dragged her to a small shed. When they reached the shed he pushed her against a wall, his hand pressing against her chest. Her head bobbed forward suddenly, her chin resting on Franks hand.

"No no no! Stay awake god damnit!" Frank brought his other hand which held his knife up to her face, awkwardly gripping her jaw, shaking her head back and forth aggressively. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she struggled to keep her eyes open and Frank shot a glance at her lower abdomen, her shirt blood soaked.

"Shit. Shit!"

He knew that if she bled out now it would not count as a sacrifice and he was painfully aware that it was too risky to hook her now as the others could simply save her before escaping through the gates.

Frank turned his head to the side, listening for the loud alarm that signaled the exit gates were open.

"Cmon...cmon..." Frank whispered before turning his head back to look at the survivor who was now choking on her blood, gasping for air. She coughed violently sending a splash of blood on Franks mask and neck, him being unphased.