Bond of Misfortune (Dwake)

Chapter 1: Awake Upon Death

I wasn't ready for any of this. All the running and screaming. Bloodshed and violent throws. We were all simply just a pawn to the devil watching over us. They say.. once you get sacrificed, you lose a little bit of hope. Losing that little bit of hope drives you insane. 

You get weaker the more you play this sick and twisted game. I was on the verge of giving up. Everything was pointless; that was what I had thought until I had met him. He wasn't like the rest of the group. He was unique.. out of the ordinary. That is what I liked about him. 

Being in a trial with him is a dream come true. I'm sure he thinks the opposite of me though, I always tend to mess up at some point in the trial. I'm just a useless human being. I have been bullied in my school years, but now I am bullied here as well. I cannot escape. 

Not the problems, nor the drama. No one can escape death.

I was currently running away from the infamous, Evan MacMillan. Who is known as 'The Trapper.' No one liked him, he camped and tunneled to much. He also places a bunch of traps around windows and pallets, limiting our chances of escape. Zigzagging seemed to work for me, that is until he read me like a book. I was hit.

I groaned loudly in pain, the hit gave me a small sprint burst forward.  My whines became louder with each running step I took. My heart pounding from the anxiety building up. The intense music began to play once again, the heartbeat growing louder along with the music. I hid behind a couple of rocks in the corner. 

My breathing was slow and steady. I was eager to take a huge gasp of air. I didn't dare to, I would've regret it later. After a couple of minutes or eternity, the killer had finally left. I cried out in pain, my heart aching in fear and sadness. I was alone, I have always been. Yet, it still hurt to accept it. 

I laid back towards the rock that I had been hiding at- being careful with my wound. I just decided to wait it out till the others finished generators, I was near the exit gate after all. I looked over to the watch that was wrapped around my wrist. The time never really changes in this realm but It helped me keep my anxiety down. I groaned in pain, digging into my pockets to see if I had any left over bandages for myself. I didn't find any. 

I struggled to get up, my hand supporting my weak and trembling body. I guess I placed to much pressure on my hand, I had gotten a sharp sting of pain on the palm of my hand. "Damn it.." I looked at my hand, the blood slowly oozing out of the cut. I shook my head and continued to limp somewhere else. 

 My bloody hand holding onto my stomach. I really didn't want to die, not by bleeding out. I stumbled down the stairs of the basement. My back connecting to the wall, the sharp pain coming back once again. I wanted to cry. I wanted to breakdown and let all my emotions out. 

The pain, and suffering I go through. The anger I held in for so long. I finally let it happen, the tears running down my dirty pale cheeks. I wasn't sure why I was the most hated person here, why I had to get picked on for existing. If I had ever turned into a killer, a psycho, then maybe. Just maybe, everyone will respect me. 

I was losing more hope the more I think about my useless existence. I heard a couple of foot steps walking down the steps that I had rested upon. I didn't care who it was, killer or survivor. I just wanted to bleed out and die. There was a lot of shifting movement, I felt my body get lifted out. I assumed I was going outside the basement? 

After a few minutes, I had felt some of the grass on my limped hand. I was settled down onto the ground. I struggled to open my eyes, my vision blurry due to the intense amount of blood loss. I looked up to the figure who was unbuttoning my shirt. His hair looked so soft and puffy, his face looking slightly Asian. 

"J-Jake?" I tried to call out but he shushed me. His voice was so soft and gentle, I never heard that in the realm for a very long time. He was stitching up my wound, the pain was unbearable but at least it was getting some sort of medical attention. He wrapped the bandage around my shoulder and chest, making sure it was nice and tightly placed. 

He then finally moved onto my hand, the bleeding stopped of course. But I am sure there is a lot of bacteria in there. His hands were so soft. The gentle touches of him caressing my wounds. I shook my head at the thought. 'Stop it Dwight, you aren't gay.' I heard more shifting of movement then it had stopped suddenly. 

"Jake?" I whispered only to get a hand clasped on my mouth. My glasses were a little out of place but I didn't care about that at the moment. I now understood why Jake had shut me up, the killer was around. The heart beat was intense, meaning that he was nearby. A pallet had been dropped, the banging of the wodden stand against the rock was loud enough for survivors to hear that someone was getting chased. 

It was the one and only Meg Thomas. She was the one juking and running the killer around. She looked over towards me and Jake, a smirk appeared onto her face. I shook my head in fear, I tugged at Jake and he knew what I was signaling for him to do. "Hey bone-head! Why don't you finish the chase you had first started with in the beginning of the trial?" She pointed over towards me. 

"Meg you idiot!" Jake yelled over at her in anger, all she did was laugh and ran past us. The killers attention was adverted towards us. I quickly got up, not caring about my wounds. I pulled Jake over towards a direction away from the killer. The chase had begun once again. "I'll get his attention while you run!" Jake yelled, yanking his hand away from my grasp and he ran the opposite direction. 

It didn't seem to work, the killer was still on me. He abandoned me. I felt the impact of the weapon connect to my stitched up wound, reopening it. I yelled in pain and gained a short sprint burst. I ran over towards the shack, it was the god place after all. I had regret it though, the pallet was already used. 

I felt the smirk of the killer burn on my back, the weapon slashing at my back once more. I fell down with a scream. My sobs were heard from the shack. "N-No, please no!" I begged, he stomped his foot on my back. I let out a grunt, I knew I was getting mori'd on the spot. The machette was hit on my back multiple times. My body limped, my vision turning dark. 

I was abandoned once again..