Chapter 2

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It was a very slow trial for Frank as he finally hauled his last survivor to the hook and was finally done with the shit he had to endure. Luckily, Nea wasn’t in his trial so he was able to keep up his scores to at least beat Joey and work his way up to Julie.

He was also glad due to how he was going to be invited and hopefully be able to talk to the survivors about random stuff, to be a teen again. He walked out of the killer's boundary and towards the campsite, going to his tree and watched.

Though, he had a bad feeling that was nagging at him, making him feel like this was a mistake being there. However, he just dismissed it as just having butterflies. He was smiling under his mask as he daydreamed of being a part of their group, being able to share jokes that his gang never got and maybe, possibly…

Smack!

Frank was suddenly rudely ripped away from his fantasy, his mask skidding towards a tree. Frank looked at the person’s eyes. They were puffy, red as if they were a victim of tear shed. However, their eyes were raging with the fury of thousands of suns.

“You bastard!” They screamed. Frank’s eyes were watering due to how powerful the sting was, once he wiped his eyes, he was able to look at his attacker. “Nea?” He asked in confusion, blinking. “What the hell?? Why’d you hit me for?” He asked, his skin began to crawl. Something in his gut told him to stand up, to scream at her, to hurt her. Was this his instincts kicking in? The killer inside of him?

He was easily taller than her but he couldn’t help but feel intimidated by her, by her aura, by her eyes. She shoved him, causing him to stumble back into the tree. “You are a liar and a cheat!” She accused, spitting at his feet. “I can’t believe I fell for it another fucking time! You killers are always the same.” She hissed.

“What? I don’t even know what you’re talking about! And what do you mean ‘another time’ Nea? The hell is wrong with you??” Frank asked, suddenly defensive and offended that she compared him to others. Others who enjoyed sickening pleasures, to do whatever they wanted to a survivor and not be stopped when they are denied a choice.

“You double-crossed our deal, asshat! You closed the hatch in my face and moried me right in front of it! You know what that did to my reputation!? Get the fuck out of here Morrison!” She growled, picking his mask up and shoving it into his chest.

“Nea, I never got you in my match! I h-”, “What’s that? You’re leaving?? Good! Get the fuck out of my sight!”, “Nea, I-”, “Get out!

Nea! For once in your miserable life can you shut your goddamn mouth and let me explain!?” Frank howled, the crawling in his skin began to fester into his blood boiling, feeling his stomach burn and intrude his nostrils. He gritted his teeth so hard, he felt them grow loose until the sudden realization crashed down onto him. His eyes widened as he heard the conversations that used to be so open and in a decently loud volume went quiet. He knew he was about to get caught and so did Nea, but she couldn’t care less.

So Frank did what he knew best, he ran away as fast as he could and never looked back.

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Julie looked at Frank as he slept, his trial wasn’t for another few hours, so she slightly shook him. Frank made a noise, rolling over and tried getting back to sleep. “Frank, wake up. I need to ask you something.” Julie told him, making him roll back over in annoyance, his eyes barely opened. “Jules, what do you want?” Frank asked, his eyes starting to close as he couldn’t be bothered.

“I uh, I need to borrow your mask. Mine went through washing and I can’t ask the others because they’re already gone.” That was a complete lie. Julie’s mask was still hanging up on the wall but she knew that Frank wasn’t going to question it in the state he was in.

“Sure, whatever. Good luck.” He grumbled, rolling back over and went back to sleep, the action being so small and unimportant that he would only think of it as a silly dream or not at all. Julie’s grin was so wide that it put Jeff the Killer to shame.

She immediately ran downstairs and grabbed his mask, gently putting it on so that she could hide the blush that began to dust her cheeks. Her eyes landed on his jacket that hung up beside his mask, thinking longingly until her cheek began to burn. She flinched, never used to the indication that she would be placed in a trial as the tally mark had appeared on her cheek, but was instantly gone when she saw those that were waiting in her trial.

Her eyes wandered down the row, Dwight, Jake, Meg, and… Julie’s hair on her arm stood up, hatred burning in her eyes. She fished out an ivory moried she had saved and watch it burn, smirking as she knew exactly who was going to be the prime target, Ms. Nea Cuntson herself.

In hindsight, Nea should have seen this coming due to the last scandal they had had in the past. Having her learn decisive strike from Laurie, Adrenaline from Meg, Borrowed Time from Bill, and Lithe from Feng made her the most annoyed cunt to ever be faced in a match. The quiet, sneaky, nimble girl that used to be her was barely recognizable from the loud, obnoxious little shit she is today. That, in itself, was worth her life by Julie’s hands and she was going to enjoy every second of it.

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Julie found herself chasing Nea as soon as she got off the hook, having downed Dwight as he had risked everything to save her. Too bad he wasn’t Bill because the chase, and her plan, just got easier.

This seemed to snap something inside of the survivor when she turned and threw the pallet down so hard, it nearly broke over her head. “We had a deal, Morrison!” She cried out, glaring at Julie. Julie stumbled back as the pallet came crashing down on her head but that wasn’t what stunned her, it was what Nea had said.

“Excuse me? What deal?” Julie growled, her voice low and raspy as to do her best Frank impression. She didn’t want to give herself away and be called a weirdo, after all, the last thing she grabbed before getting into the trial was his jacket. She couldn’t pass up the chance of never being able to be this close to him.  

“The deal! You give me hatch and I give you the chance to talk to the survivors! You promised me!” Nea spat. Julie’s blood ran cold as she stiffened up. He...what? Did he want to talk to the survivors? Was that why he was running off? Why he wasn’t spending time with the gang, with her?! Her body trembled as each question made her seethe with anger.

She vaulted over the pallet, swinging her knife at Nea. Nea dodge, “What the hell Frank?!” She screamed, putting her arm out but Julie drove the knife through her arm, grabbing her face with her hand, squeezing it.

"The deal's off.” Julie growled, yanking the knife out and shoving her back. She plunged the knife deep into her calve and yanked her back. Julie let out an angry cry as she plunged the knife into Nea’s abdomen. Julie watched as her eyes rolled into the back of her skull. Satisfied, she got up and wiped the blood on her chest. She let out a sinister giggle, seeing that Dwight had bled out just as soon as she had finished the murder before the trial faded.

She was back at the ski lodge, walking in and hanging up his mask and the jacket. She was suspicious now but something else traveled up her back. A feeling she hated, something she couldn’t control. She felt scared, feeling like she was losing a war she couldn’t see. She hated never being in control, to be able to always have what she wanted.

Frank was always there for her when she needed someone, when she needed to cry, when she needed help, when she was about to die and when he gave her the last laugh.

She slammed her hand down on the table, swearing to her that she will do anything in her power to keep the control on her life, the last thread of it that was hanging in the balance.

No matter what the cost was, she will have what she wanted.

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