Into the Fog

Light in the Dark (Trevor Belmont X Reader)

Light in the Dark

Trevor Belmont X Reader

Overview:

- Inspired by the Lights Out event

- During lights out the reader is scared of the dark and Trevor vows to protect the reader

There were very few things you feared in this hellscape that the entity dragged you into. Two of those happened to be the Dredge and, when the entity felt particularly cruel, created what the survivors called Lights Out. The one time when everything was covered in darkness, only allowing a candelabra to guide you through the never-ending shadows.

It terrified you.

The fog surrounding you cleared momentarily, leaving you with a lit candelabra and a darkened room. A chill crept through your skin, your bones, with every step you took. It was so silent even your footsteps echoed from the lack of noise. You could hear only your heartbeat and breaths, no screaming nor generators being worked on. You weren't even sure you would be able to hear the killer at this rate. But there should be noise, shouldn't there? Surely you would be able to hear something, someone, if they were near you.

Your fingertips ran along the cold walls as you passed hospital beds in the middle of the hallway, adding an unsettling feeling to your already fearful state. A sound came from somewhere to your left but you could recognize it somehow. Checking your surroundings, you walked as silently as you could, the way Ellen had taught you, towards the sound. I'll need to repay her with a med kit for this later...

The noise became louder as you turned the corner, candles barely illuminating a generator in the corner. You picked up your pace, startling a crow you didn't know was there. As a reflex, your hand went to cover the scream threatening to release. Steadying yourself, you sent a silent prayer to anything that could hear you and got to work.

Wires first, then pull there- was that breathing?

In an instant, you were yanked off the generator causing your heart to lurch at the explosion and your only source of light being left in the distance. Your fist slammed into the back of the one and only, the Shape. Curses and cries spilled from your mouth as you fought as hard as you could, hoping to get back to the candles. Shadows crept in from all angles as a searing pain stabbed its way through your shoulder. Just as he had come, The Shape was gone. You were utterly alone again, plunged into the cold, painful darkness of the institute. In the distance, you thought you heard two sounds back to back, but no footsteps and certainly no light.

The wait felt like an eternity as you hung there before you saw something in the distance. Bits of light broke through shadows as someone sprinted towards you. Your eyes hadn't adjusted, causing an involuntary squint as the person lifted you easily off the hook and lowered you into a healing position.

Catching your breath as the pain subsided, you opened your eyes to Trevor leaning over you, patching up your shoulder. The light cast a glow over his strong features and his darkened worried eyes. "Are you alright?" He whispered gently as if too much sound would hurt you further.

Were you alright?

The candelabra could only give you brief comfort but Trevor, you realized, gave you more hope than the candle seemed to. Although you hadn't known Trevor for a long time, he had a devoutness that you had yet to understand. You didn't believe Trevor would leave you if you asked him to stay, and how you wished he would. The remembrance of the cold darkness, The Shape's breath, and the swallowing shadows, came creeping back to your mind.

"I," but you couldn't voice it, not here, and certainly not now. Your eyes bore into his own before turning your gaze to the floor. He couldn't know how afraid you were. Weaknesses could ruin you here and they certainly have before, but this wasn't his problem. When you looked back up, Trevor was already watching you, or perhaps studying you. "I'm fine."

Something lingered between you now. A moment where neither knew what to say but both knew. The moment suffocated you. The urge to stay by his side through the looming shadows was more than tempting. He had a better chance without me.

His expression shifted, "well, I'm not." He mumbled, gauging your reaction. "Perhaps we should work on the next gen together. I left Jake on one that was almost finished, let's start a new one." At that, another sound was heard in the distance shortly followed by another scream. He held out a hand to help you up, but he didn't let go, only adjusted his hand to comfortably fit yours, as he began to lead the way through various rooms of the institute.

You had managed to work your way back to the generator from earlier. Trevor placed his candelabra on top of the generator before standing up. Your hand moved to grab the fabric of his clothes then paused mid-air before quickly moving it back to the wires. He noticed and promised to return shortly.

Somewhere in the shadows, you heard what sounded like vaulting from rooms down the hall. Your heart jumped again. He could be anywhere in the darkness, watching, and you wouldn't know. Your on-edge state picked up a small noise from around the corner, where a new light had emerged.

Trevor rounded the corner, a new candelabra in hand. Silently, he put it on the floor near you and began working. "In case we get separated," he mumbled while glancing around.

Another generator went off in the distance, but a thrown pallet sounded like it came from the room next to you.

"Get ready to run." Trevor eyed the doorways, surveying the area for the best route to escape the chase happening in the room over.

The final gen had popped. Trevor grabbed for your hand, then his candelabra, and began sprinting towards what you assumed were the exit gates. You held your candelabra tighter around its base, silently grateful that the wind couldn't blow out the candles.

Trevor turned another and you could see the entryway to the building and the unopened gates beyond. Right before the gate, he stopped and turned towards you. "Do you trust me?"

You could only nod before he extinguished your candles and plunged you both into darkness.

Trevor grabbed your shoulders and pulled you behind a large dumpster. His grip was tight, as he leaned in closer attempting to blend in with the surrounding trash and debris from the building. After your eyes adjusted, you saw a large figure move toward the door, then turn to walk back. Trevor's hands relaxed, brushing your upper arms as he rose to his feet and silently began working on the door.

Once it was finally open, you saw not one but three figures rushing to you in the distance. An injured Jake led the way and quick on his heels was Meg. You heard them shouting before you saw him, weapon raised towards your friends but there was too much distance. You turn, this time grabbing Trevor's hand, and begin sprinting towards the open doors, to the campfire in the distance.