Dead by Daylight ~One-Shots~

(smut)Meg x Wraith

{Apologies for the long hiatus. It took me a while to find my love of writing again. The chapter quality will change around the 3rd person POV due to how long it's been since I've worked on this story. Whether it's worse or better is up to you guys. I have a shit ton of chapter ideas on backlog, I just need to actually write them. Thank you to those who have stuck around for so long. It really means a lot to me!}

Warning: CNC(consensual non consent)

|Meg's POV|

"Dwight, could you maybe NOT fuck up the generator every five seconds? I'm surprised he isn't over here yet!" I seethe, gripping the wires harshly between my slender fingers.

As soon as I said it, a bell rang out behind me, making the anger in me flare up at Dwight tenfold. Despite how I felt, I ran. I ran as hard as I could even though I wasn't being pursued, and I only stopped when I saw Dwight's cowardly shape slide into a locker.

"Dwight if you don't get your scrawny ass out of that locker I'll rip you out myself," I loudly growled, stomping towards the wooden red box. Before I reached it, however, Dwight slid out quickly. Not eager to be torn out of a locker, I guess. His face was sweaty and his eyes were wide in terror, and at the moment none of it was from the killer.

"Meg we have to work together-ack!" He yelped as I threw a right hook at him, my fist connecting with his jaw and forcing it to snap to the left.

"Part of working together is knowing what to do and not putting us all at risk!" I raised my voice sharply, my dirtied fingernails digging into my even filthier palms. Before I could throw another punch at the infuriating male, a bell sounded behind me. I turned and uselessly jammed my fist against the killer's hard chest, gritting my teeth from the pain that bounced through my bones. Wanting him to leave me alone for just a minute, constantly attending to his EVERY need became infuriating.

After doing that I ducked under his raised arm and bolted towards the house in the middle of this secluded forest. Desperately hoping the boxes scattered around the place were enough to lose him, or at least slow him down.

Idiot, if anyone's being an awful team mate it's you. Punching Dwight solved nothing and you belong to him already anyways! You never had a chance at escape.

Ducking down behind a large box after I rounded the corner, I quieted my breathing-making my lungs scream and my head feel light. I bit at my lip, making a rough wound on my bottom lip, causing it to bleed lightly. I scowled and ran my tongue over the small self-inflicted wound as I strained my ears for a sign of the killer. Hearing nothing, I made my way to a tree with plenty of grass around the base, and slid down until my butt made contact with the slightly damp dirt.

Tilting my head back I let out heavy puffs of air, trying to regain a regular breathing tempo. My thoughts began to make sense as my adrenaline eased its claws on my body. Making my body slump against the trunk of the tree, closing my eyes as exhaustion creeped into every part of my being.

God dammit...now is not the time

I gritted my teeth weakly, pushing myself up with my elbows and forearms. I muffled a small cry of pain, my right wrist giving out as it spasmed from the earlier punch. I frequently forget that he was tougher than he looked-tall, scrawny, and nearly dead. Eventually I got myself back onto my weary feet, thinking of my plan as I moved. I couldn't go back the way I came, if he's still following my trail I'll run right into him.