Apprentice (The Ghostface/Frank Morrison)

Private Lessons Part 3

[Frank is allowed to observe a trial of Dannys, for learning purposes ofcourse.]

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Frank watched quietly as Danny effortlessly threw a survivor against a hook. That was Dannys third sacrifice this trial and Frank squeezed his knifes handle, a mixture of jealousy and admiration at the ease of which Danny blew through them all.

Frank had been watching Danny carefully the entire match, making sure to only stay on the outskirts of the realm. He had kept low and hidden within shadows. Frank had a clear view of most of the area as he remained squatted on his heels atop a balcony, which overlooked the main road.

Frank recalled the moment the Entity made contact with him after his last trial with Danny. It seemed pleased with his progress and the threat of being deprived of trials did not come up in their conversation. The Entity granted Frank permission to observe one of Dannys trials for learning purposes only and made a point to Frank to stay out of Dannys way.

There was one remaining survivor and Frank watched as Danny stood in the middle of the road, seemingly frozen. Frank could not deny the menacing aura that Danny gave off, he seemed to drip with ill-intent as he stood under the street lamp. Frank tucked a finger under the collar of his shirt and pulled it away from his neck, allowing the cool air to brush his warm skin.

Danny suddenly shot his head towards his right, facing the preschool now. Danny seemed to hear something that Frank could not and Frank looked in the same direction, leaning forward slightly on the balls of his feet as his fingertips touched the floor, keeping him up. Danny suddenly crouched low to the ground and began making his way towards the small playground and into the preschool hallway which was lined with lockers.

Frank immediately stood to his feet and grabbed the edge of the balcony, situating himself on his stomach before dropping down to the grass with limited sound. Frank turned and crouched low himself, slowly and quietly making his way towards the direction Danny went. Frank reached the doorway to the long dimly lit hallway and found Danny standing in the middle with his back towards Frank, Dannys head tilted to the side - listening carefully.

Danny then began slowly walking past the lockers, dragging his gloved fingertips across them as he passed. Danny then stopped at the second to last locker and turned to face it completely. Frank watched with baited breath as Danny lifted his blood soaked blade to the locker and pressed it's tip against it. Danny dragged the tip of his blade down the locker making an obnoxious screeching sound and Frank could hear panicked whimpers come from behind its doors.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me..." Frank said under his breath, shaking his head.

Danny laughed deep within his throat before swinging the locker doors open and grabbing the center of the survivors shirt, meanly throwing him to the ground. The survivor was injured already and awkwardly tried to stand to his feet from his hands and knees but Danny kicked his bum and the survivor flung forward onto his stomach. Danny rolled his neck and shoulders while circling the survivor, brandishing his knife.

Danny teased the survivor, something Frank noticed he did often. Frank realized Danny took true pleasure in toying with survivors and relished in their fear of him. The survivor tried to speak but only gurgling came from his mouth and he coughed up blood and spit onto the dirty floor. Not to Franks surprise, the survivor began to crawl at a painfully slow speed on their stomach to the opposite end of the hallway, leaving a trail of blood. Danny followed the survivor as he crawled, Dannys hands loose at his sides.