Into The Fog - Dead By Daylight Part 1

We're Free

"You are such a dickhead, Frank."

It was Jane in the loft again. Up and to the left of where my macabre medical training was taking place, she stood casually, a smirky expression on her face.

Thanks Jane, for buying me a second to breathe, and for unveiling the identity of the masked man. Well, just his name, but I still feel like that gives me some power, if not juuust a little.

"Frank.." I accidentally said it out loud.

He turned his head to stare me down through his mask. I gulped. My eyes flickered to the knife he held at his side. I accidently noticed its' size and then started to sweat. I'm not sure I could take it again.

"What do you want, Hollywood?" Frank bellowed at Jane as he turned back to look up at her. The tone in his voice made it clear he wasn't appreciating this interruption.

"Well now, you see.." She paused, "I couldn't help but notice this little, hands-on learning session."
She strolled across the loft to the top of the stairs, a judgemental look on her face.
"..and I gotta say.. I approve!" Now clapping her hands together and beaming a smile.
"Really, well done Frankie."

Frank let out a low growl.

Guess he doesn't like nicknames.

Jane continued gleefully.

"I think what you're doing is a great opportunity for the both of them to learn and grow." She giggled. Hah hah.

I don't believe this. Everyone here is a basket-case.

"I've even gathered some supplies for the class!"
Jane held up two more first-aid kits before tossing them down to the ground level. They landed at Frank's feet, the contents knocking around inside.

"Thank you Jaaane!" She called out to herself.

"Go jump in a hole. This is a private lesson." Frank retorted, waving her off with his knife hand.

Jane let out a big sigh and rested her hands on her hips.
"What a fucking buzz-kill, man." She rolled her eyes. "None of your friends are this boring."

Frank clenched his fists, losing his patience.
"I said LEAVE!!" He roared, mask slipping a little, revealing his jaw line. I felt the vibrations of his voice in my bones.

"Fine! I'll go!" Jane snapped back, flipping her hair.

She strutted towards the back of the loft, muttering about how Frank was undeserving of her company. She jumped from the same dangerous ledge as earlier, disappearing from sight.

Frank picked up the first-aid kits and placed them on a nearby end-table.

"Continue." He ordered me, pointing down at Davids mangled body.

For the next hour, I worked on stitching up David. Everytime I managed to close up a wound it seemed to kick some life into him. He would shakily push himself up on his hands and knees, but everytime he rose Frank would be there to cut him down, leaving me another wound to clean and stitch up. I was getting pretty good at it.

The rest of the time Frank spent messing with David, slapping his face, pretending to feed him things, actually feeding him things.
He tickled Davids' nose with a crows' feather until it sparked a reaction, and when David opened his mouth, Frank crammed the entire feather in, holding his mouth shut before eventually allowing him to spit it out.

Frank was ridiculous, and kinda funny. He would move David's jaw up and down, puppeteering, and make him say things like, "NOM NOM NOM" "ME TARZAN, YOU JANE" even breaking out into song, "I CAN'T CONTROL MY FINGERRRS, I CAN'T CONTROL MY TOESSS OH NO NO NO NOO NOOOO"