Dead By Daylight Short Stories

If Our Roses Die (Quentin Smith x Steve Harrington)

My right hand burned in pain as I pulled at the wires of the last generator, I was hoping the killer wouldn't come over to say "hello" so I could proc my Adrenaline. I could feel everything go numb suddenly as I put the yellow wire with the green, the generator blew. "Fuck!" I shouted as I reeled back from it, trying not to get sparks on my skin. I got back to work on it as I heard my heart pound in my ears, not now, please! I turned around and saw the killer facing me, a hatchet raised high above her head. I knew it was The Huntress but I didn't think she would be that quick over here. I let go of the generator and ran for a half-second before Quentin stopped me.
"Dedicate to the gen, idiot, I'll take her, " he grumbled as he pushed me back towards it.
I cried out, "what about you?"
"I'm already dead, " he shouted as he ran headlong into her hatchet. His cry of pain was quickly hindered as I put just the right wires together, his Adrenaline popped just like mine, I grinned to myself as I ran to the door and pulled the lever down. I could hear him scream again, no NOED at least. I got the door open when I hear him scream again; he got downed, we need to go save him.
Claudette shook her head at me on her way out and Laurie turned a blind eye, only leaving me her med-kit in return before following Claudette and leaving the trial with a win. I took a deep breath and check the medical bag, a syringe, score! I hear him get hooked as I close the bag and sneak away from the door, I can hear her humming get louder and more sadistic as she approaches but I'm smart and quick. I hide behind Killer Shack and make my leave towards Quentin. I wait for myself to be out of range before sprinting across the map towards him. She catches on quick and after a moment I hear her on my trail. 
I grumble under my breath as I get to him, pulling him off the hook as she throws a hatchet into my shoulder, I scream in pain but that doesn't matter to me. We both run for the nearest exit gate, which one of our other teammates managed to open, as the floor becomes shakey. I get behind Quentin as we sprint to our freedom but I feel a hatchet hit me in the back and I'm down. He turns around and stabs me in the neck with a syringe from his pocket; that sneaky bastard.
She manages to throw another one into my back and the pain is nearly unbearable. I do something absolutely stupid and I regret doing that now, but at the same time, I kind of don't. I put my med-kit on the ground in the middle of the chase, only a few feet from the escape. Quentin grabs it without hesitation as I block her next hatchet. He stumbles with it for a second as she reaches for another one. He smiles as she realizes there isn't another one on her belt. He pulled out the syringe and managed to get me with it before the inevitable happens. She gets her axe into his back and I can do nothing to help him. He goes down, having saved me more than once, he yells at me to get out. My heart pounds in my ears as she raises her axe above her head, ready to swing down on me. She lands a hit but I block it with my arm, I can feel the blade cut into my bone and crack it. 
Without hesitation, I left Quentin to die. I could see the glisten of blood in his eyes as tears cleared them for him, he smiles gently while bleeding out on the ground. I can see him mouth something, I can't make out what it is, my heart is beating too loud and my head is spinning.
I arrive back at the campfire, thanks to The Entity, with tears in my eyes. I turn my back on my teammates as they look up at me, I can't stand this, I didn't mean for it to end the way it did.
"Are you okay, Steve, " Claudette asks me, I can tell that she can tell that everything is not okay. 
I sigh, "I think I need to go to the lake for a while, don't tell Quentin I'm there; just say I clocked in early or something."
Claudette looked at me with remorse, I can feel her eyes on my back, "are you sure, Steve, you can come sit with us if you need to talk about it. Shit happens in those trials that not even I can get past sometimes."
I shake my head as I raise my foot to leave, "no, that's ok, I just need to be left alone for a while."
Nea joins in the conversation, "don't be a hardass, Steve, come talk with us and you'll feel better."
"Nea, " Claudette shouts, "stop that!"
I roll my eyes and head down the path towards the lake, his dying words sink into my head as I realize what he said. My heart aches at just the thought of it, I can't tell if it's in pain, in longing, or because of some other reason but I can hardly stand it. I walk for about fifteen minutes before making it to the waterfront. I climb the signature giant boulder on the beach of it and sit down on the soft moss, the moon glows gently on the water as it reflects perfectly in the stillness. I lay back on the boulder and take a few deep breaths, trying to prevent any tears that may intrude my silence but it proves to be no use. Salty tears run down to my lips, my heart aches terribly as I try to stay quiet, I don't want to be noisy even if I am in the middle of nowhere with no one around to hear and no one around to... as that thought sinks in I realize it, there is no one around to hear me cry. 
I take a deep breath before hiding my face and letting the pain embrace me, I didn't know just three words could make a man cry like this. My face grows red as I pull my knees to my chest and sob into my sleeves, I know why people scream when they see someone they love die; it's their heart, breaking into little pieces like a china glass vase. They realize they're in love much too late for their liking and they know they should've just pondered those feelings earlier but they just couldn't. I regret everything, I should've just died for him, I could've done one thing to help him escape even if it was a little thing. I wipe my tears but they keep flowing, I don't want to live in this hellscape suddenly, all because he died for me. I should've told him to run Decisive Strike or anything to help him escape, I should've done better. 
I'm so tired, I'm exhausted. I cuddle into my jacket and lay on the cool moss, my eyes flutter shut and I can feel one last tear drip onto the green enigma. Everything goes black in my vision and a few shakey breaths later I'm out like a light, I can still feel the blood rushing to my face and I can still feel the warmth from my jacket as I rest. Its almost as if I wasn't asleep but I was in all actuality. My senses are heightened, yet they're very dulled at the same time, I can feel the fish calmly swimming around deep within the lake, and I can sense the birds roosting high above me.