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[MoggieMoof]

Honestly? It was kind of funny. Winnie had immediately gone shuffling backwards once the machine had left her fingertips, a grin tugging at her lips at his unsteadiness. The way that he looked at her, and then to the machine, and then back at her was almost funny. The smile that she wore was something between amused and anxious, and even when he had glared at her–well, she could only presume it had been a glare–her grin widened.

When he plucked up Cody, she took that as her cue to leave. She didn't really know what his plan was, so she didn't really know what her own plan was, either. Even so, she'd make the attempt to help Cody, that's for sure... Just not exactly under these circumstances. If she could get a bit of distance away and maybe circle back around, maybe Danny would leave? Worst case scenario, Danny stuck around. Suppose she could just keep throwing stuff at him, but what good would that do? Either way, she just didn't feel good leaving Cody to his own devices like this.

"Nope, just looking to bug you, that's all." It was a bold declaration that she was surprised she could manage to say aloud, considering her trembling hands and weak knees. With that, she took off, heading off in the opposite direction to turn a corner and duck down.

Hopefully, while she tried to assess what Danny's plan was this time around, someone else would be able to get a generator done. The one that she and Cody had been working on had a good amount of progress done on it, and she could still hear the chugging of the generator from where she was, as she wasn't that far away from it. It would be within Danny's best interest to come back around to damage that generator, right? No way he was so dedicated to getting Cody that he'd ignore any of his other objectives, right?

Slinking along the wall of the new room that she had slipped into, she decided against leaving the area entirely. For now, at least. Just to see what's going on. If she saw an opening, she'd try to get Cody off of the hook. From where she had tucked herself away, she could vaguely hear Cody's pained grunts up on the hook, and for a split moment she wondered if it was even smart for her to be hiding here. Was it really smart to try and be stealthy against someone who's entire thing was stealth? Who knows.

Off in the distance, a generator went off–well, at least they had that going for them. One out of five generators in total.

 

[weiirdw0lf]

Cody hadn't exactly had the best view of what just happened, but he had to give it to Winnie -- trying to help in whatever way she could, even if it was just something like that. Maybe just annoying Danny more, it seemed like, but hey. That worked too. ...And now he was stuck up here, watching Danny retreat down the hall. Going back the way they came, into the room they were just in. Where did Winnie go? He'd been too worried about trying to slow Danny down (and unfortunately not succeeding) that he hadn't seen her leave.

Danny had in fact went back to kick the generator in the other room though, thinking that even with Winnie nearby, it'd be fast enough -- he'd go to that, then come back to check and see if anyone was near the hook trying to get Cody. Cody didn't know where exactly the other had walked off to, but he could hear something in that room -- probably the generator being damaged.

Weakly struggling on the hook but not enough to get himself down, he looked down each end of the hall. He couldn't see into any of the rooms from here, not really. Had Winnie run off, or was she waiting to help him? He couldn't blame her if she left. He'd just have to wait and see. Hopefully someone else was nearby if not her. Then again, he'd also just been put up here, but that didn't mean he wanted to stay for any longer... it still hurt like hell.

He wasn't sure what Danny's plan was either -- did the killer himself even know? What was he going to do here? Just basically guard the hook and if anyone dared to try and save Cody they'd get attacked too?

...Please be careful, was all he thought as he pictured Winnie, wherever she was right now. God knows if Danny would change his mind and go after her instead for pulling something like that. Cody wouldn't put it past him.

 

[MoggieMoof]

Winnie stayed put, back pressed against the wall, crouched on the ground. She didn't dare peek around the corner yet, though. There was always the chance that Danny would be lingering in that room just to keep an eye on Cody, but she... Thought that she heard his footsteps leading elsewhere. Emphasis on thought, because she honestly couldn't be too sure.

Inhaling sharply, she tipped her head to the side, leaning ever so slightly to look beyond the frame of the door. She caught sight of the tail-end of Danny's get-up, and practically as soon as he had stepped out of sight, she sprang up from where she had been, bolting out from her spot to rush to Cody's aid. Was it smart? Probably not, but that didn't really matter much to her. The game that Danny was playing was downright unfair and cruel, but then again, wasn't this all unfair and cruel? Ah, not the point. The point here was that she wanted to help her friend, no matter how much she might piss off Danny by doing all of this, that was the only thing that really mattered to her right now.

When Winnie had reached Cody, by the sounds of it, Danny had just finished damaging the generator that they had been working on before. That's fine. This was fine. Winnie held her breath as she reached up, pulling Cody off of the hook. No time to waste, though–she gave him a gentle push into the opposite direction, practically ushering him to rush out of the room just ahead of her.

What was the plan here? She didn't really know. Right now, the plan was just run and stick to Cody like glue. She wouldn't mind taking a hit for him–as much as that would hurt, she didn't mind. Well, she didn't mind now, but she'd probably regret it later.

"Just go and don't stop, 'kay?" Her words didn't come out half as casual as she had intended them to. No, instead they came out rushed and panicked. Danny would be hot on their trail basically immediately, or at least she could only presume. Unless he decided to toy with them, but he didn't seem like he was in the mood for games right now.

 

[weiirdw0lf]

There she was -- so she had been hiding the whole time. Smart. If it were Cody, he probably would've gotten caught.

Winnie hurried over and got him down, and he winced when she tried to urge him to keep going. He knew they had to get out of here, but that didn't make anything stop hurting. He did this before though, he could push past it again. Especially right now.

"Y-Yeah, got it," he said, tripping over his words a bit but started to move. He glanced over his shoulder; thankfully, all he saw was Winnie right behind him. For now. Who knew where Danny was at this point. Cody didn't know and he didn't want to know. He just kept running until they'd come to a room similar to the one he'd first been in -- was it the same one? Hard to tell. Whatever, didn't matter. He wasn't sure if he should stop now just to make sure everything was fine (as fine as it could be right now) or just book it to the other side of the building or something. Maybe if they got far enough away Danny would actually lose them.

...Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Cody had paused for just a moment to listen and look around, and sure enough, he heard footsteps that didn't belong to either of them coming closer. Guess Danny wasn't worried about stealth at the moment. Figures. That meant keep moving.

Danny quickly caught up to them though. Cody was glad Winnie was behind him, but he didn't want her to have to take a hit for him. He gave another quick look behind him to see the other reaching out to slash at her, probably just wanting her to get out of the way so he could get back to Cody. Of course. This was going just great. (Maybe if Winnie got knocked down he could try and save her with the flashlight? No, he doubted that. Danny would probably just leave her there or something and keep going after him... plus, probably wasn't a good idea to try and do that while injured.)

"Sorry!" He called out then, unsure if she was still following him but darting down a hall to the left and seeing a pallet up ahead. That might help. Could at least slow Danny down if he was this insistent...

 

[MoggieMoof]

Winnie knew that it had to hurt, but in this place you just had to push forward. Usually she wouldn't be so harsh with her movements, she wouldn't be ushering him along as she currently was if he were injured outside of this scenario, that's for sure.

She tailed Cody out of the hall and off into whichever room he had ran into, and she nearly blundered straight into him when he had come to a stop. Thankfully, she managed to bring herself to an abrupt halt just before she made any harsh contact with him. With a glance over her shoulder, she peered out into the hall through the entrance that they had just entered the room through, and despite the fact that she really wanted to get moving again, she stayed put. For the time being, she'd follow him wherever he went, even if that meant just standing here.

It didn't take long until they heard those footsteps again, and Winnie gave him a not so gentle nudge to get moving once more. She'd apologize for that later, but right now they had other things to worry about, and she was only pushing him with good intentions.

They were on the move again in no time, and Danny was hot on their heels–she could feel a chill running along her spine in anticipation for the worst. For the sting, the burn, the adrenaline she'd feel after receiving whatever wound Danny would deliver. She saw Cody glance over his shoulder at her, but then she felt the searing pain that scored across her back and she audibly yelped. She was on the ground in an instant, knees buckling beneath her before she collapsed completely.

"Fu-, ah, s'okay," It was a feeble little response to his apology, and she doubted that he'd hear it. Winnie didn't need an apology from him, though. This was essentially what she had been intending to do when she had decided to follow him. She had intended to take a hit for him, but that didn't mean that it didn't hurt.

Presuming that Danny would leave her here on the floor in favor of chasing after Cody, she shifted her arms under her head to create a makeshift pillow, and she just... Well, she couldn't do anything else but wait, hold her breath and try to will away the pain along her back. Hopefully Cody would be okay for the time-being.

 

[weiirdw0lf]

Danny hissed out something under his breath, probably upset at her for getting in the way, if Cody had to guess. He couldn't make out anything clearly and didn't care to -- he just was trying to hurry up and get the hell away.

Still hearing the other right behind him, he guessed that Danny had in fact just left Winnie there. Unfortunate, but also maybe a good thing? Someone else could at least come help her up... hopefully. Better than being on a hook, he supposed. Turning around just in time, he threw that pallet down with about as much force as he could muster right now, wincing as the movements caused the gash Danny had left behind to flare in pain, but trying his hardest to ignore it.

Danny reeled back, probably expecting Cody to have just kept running and not stop and do something like that -- and Cody was already moving again, not looking back to see if it'd even stopped him at all. All he knew is he hadn't been hit again and that's all he currently cared about. 'Please let the other two be working on the generators at least...' And that. Yeah. Would help if people were actually getting stuff done while he was running for his life.

Where the hell was he supposed to go, though? His eyes darted around, trying to find more pallets or windows or anything that'd potentially help him here. If he didn't, he'd just get put on the hook again, right after Winnie had already helped him! All this would've been for nothing, basically! He had to keep going, for her sake at the very least, he thought.

There -- a window up ahead, leading into another room. That'd definitely hurt him more than the pallet or anything else, but. He had do it. (At least his injuries would be healed later on, maybe he could... look forward to that while he was running, however stupid that sounded.)

...He just hoped no one else was in here. He realized too late that he hadn't seen anyone else but Winnie this entire time, and if he was going to be making his way around the whole damn building running from Danny, he very well might run into them at this point. Hopefully not?

 

[MoggieMoof]

So far, it had been a pretty quiet trial for Feng. Not that she hadn't heard what was happening across the way, as the pained shrieks that her fellow survivors often let out before they collapsed to the ground carried far and wide across the trial-grounds. Someone had gone down, and had gotten hooked, and she could only presume that they had been rescued. At the very least, she hoped that they'd been rescued. Then, another pained cry had sounded, so she could only assume that someone else had gone down too, but... Not another peep, so they must have been left on the ground.

She had finished her first generator a little while ago, and so far, no other ones had been completed. Which she supposed was okay, given the fact that the killer had only gotten one person hooked so far. They weren't doing that bad at all, but now? A bit iffy, really. If someone was left bleeding out on the ground, they were being left there for a reason: the killer was chasing after someone else and they had their heart set on getting them.

Maybe she should go help. Maybe? Well, maybe the other survivor that wasn't currently getting chased would go to help, but... What if they didn't?

The sound of footstep were what alerted her to the fact that she wasn't alone anymore, and then came one of her fellow survivors, rushing through the window. One of the new ones, she recognized, but along with that recognition came the realization that he wasn't alone.

She sprang up from where she had been working on the generator, causing the machine to sputter slightly, but she'd fix that later. "This room isn't safe, you gotta keep moving, new guy! There's a pallet in the next room over!"

Depending on where their resident hunter would enter from, she'd try to steal a hit from them to buy some time for the poor newbie, but who's to say what would happen?

---

Rescue for Winnie came in the form of Mikaela, after a hefty bit of waiting on the floor. Well, it wasn't that long, really, but it felt a lot longer than it had actually been. Although the situation sucked, and the pain that she was feeling was less than pleasant, she was... Happy that Cody hadn't been caught again quite yet.

Shifting her head slightly to look down a hall where she heard a soft pitter-patter of feet, she sighed into the curve of her arm at the sight of Mikaela. Quickly, she rushed on over to her side, and Winnie couldn't help but inhale sharply at the way that her wound stung as the red-headed girl attempted to tend to her injuries.

"Who is it?"

Winnie huffed initially at the question, but she answered her, of course. "Um, Ghostface."

"Oh, good." Mikaela murmured, sarcasm ever so evident in her voice. A soft laugh escaped Winnie at that, but it was the shortest laugh in her life, because even just laughing hurt. "There's a generator off down the hall there that I was working on, did you ever get your generator done? The one that you were working on before?"

Winnie shook her head, no. Mikaela hummed softly in response as she looped her arm around Winnie's torso to carefully help her to her feet. She continued to work away at her wounds now that she had been hauled off of the floor. "Y'should go and get it done while he's distracted with your friend."

Right. Suppose that made sense. She wanted to go run off down the hall where she had seen Cody and Danny disappear to, but she supposed that chasing Danny who was chasing Cody wouldn't be very helpful right now. Generator, it is, she decided begrudgingly once she was on her feet.

 

[weiirdw0lf]

Cody, evidently, hadn't seen Feng until after he'd already basically thrown himself over the window. Whoops. He cursed under his breath and saw there was a door right there too though, so he darted back out that way and yelled something that might've been another 'sorry' over his shoulder before he tried to get out of her way.

Danny on the other hand stayed out in the hall, opting to not even bother with the window since Cody had just came out of the room, but it seemed somehow he'd got to the next one just as fast before he could stop him -- so no Feng taking a hit for him, probably. The things you could do when you were hyped on adrenaline and quite literally running for your life. Or maybe Cody was just this fast. He'd definitely slipped by him in their other trial.

Cody, thankfully, had made it to the pallet in question nestled between some chairs. Except so had Danny. Not surprising.

Only issue was when Cody tried to throw this one in his face too, Danny had been faster this time. Reached out and slashed at him before he could fully put it down.

Cody let out a startled sort of yelp, collapsing by the pallet, hands reaching up on instinct as if to shield the new wound. 'Are you kidding me? All that basically was for nothing!'

Great. Now exactly what he'd been hoping wouldn't happen, was going to. Someone was going to have to come get him off a hook again, and then Danny was probably going to come right for him again, and then he was going to die. Again.

"Aw, you tried so hard," Danny mocked as he broke the pallet in the way. "Too bad it didn't work."

"At least-- gh, at least I'm not the one losing because I didn't realize there's other people to go after besides me," Cody choked out. Ok, technically he was going to be losing here too in his own way if he didn't somehow have some miracle happen here soon. But still. If everyone else got out, that was a win for them. Only thing was, were they going to finish the generators by then? Sure, Cody had wasted some time, but this chase hadn't lasted nearly as long unfortunately...

"Oh, I know they're there," Danny said, scoffing. "Only one worth going after this time is you, though. They didn't go and stab me, remember?"

God, he really is dramatic, Cody thought to himself. Still mad about that. And probably being blinded earlier too. Can't he just get this over with if he's going to chase after me the whole time?

 

[MoggieMoof]

When Mikaela and Winnie separated, an odd sort of yelp echoed through the halls, and Winnie couldn't help but frown. She recognized that the sound had come from Cody, and she wasn't necessarily surprised by that, just... Dammit, she was a little disappointed. Not in Cody, of course not, this wasn't his fault–she just wished that Danny went after someone else instead. Wishful thinking, though, obviously.

Glancing over her shoulder, she watched as Mikaela toddled off down the hallway. Back to the drawing board–well, the generator–she went. Judging by the sound of the yelp, it seemed like Cody had gotten fairly far away, so she was impressed by that at least. He was trying his best with the circumstances, and she was proud of him for that. Resisting the urge to go racing off in search of her friend, she returned to where the three of them had all first convened together: that odd, big room with all of the screens. The generator that they had been working on had lost a lot of progress since she had last been in here, given Danny had broken it, so that was to be expected.

With a soft whimper of pain, she lowered herself down to her knees to begin tinkering away at the generator again. It was a much more difficult task now, given the gash across her back and her growing concern for Cody, but... Surely someone else would help him out. If she could just get this one generator finished, then she could go searching for him again.

Everything would be fine.

---

Feng waved the boy off as he darted out of the room, and for a moment she debated on following him out, unsure if their killer would follow him into the room or not. Thankfully, they had walked past the room entirely–and Feng got a glimpse of who was here with them. That sadistic masked freak, of course.

With a sharp inhale, she resumed her work. This generator was, well... Getting there, but she had messed up her own work when her hands had slipped earlier upon being frightened by the new guy's sudden appearance. No matter, though–it was fine. She could get this fixed up in no time, for sure.

A yelp in the next room over pulled her attention from the generator again, though–ah, shit. Still, she could keep working until he actually got hooked... She'd probably be able to get this finished before his time ran out up there. That, or, someone else would finish a generator. Whichever came first, she supposed. Either way, she couldn't just let him die up there, not without at least trying to save him.

 

[weiirdw0lf]

Fortunately -- well, depending on who you asked -- Danny had finally picked Cody up once more and brought him over to wherever the nearest hook was. Somewhere outside the room he'd went down in. Cody basically had given up struggling. He wasn't getting down, and everyone nearby was working on generators he could assume, so no one was saving him before he was on the hook. Good. They're probably better off doing that and letting me die... he doubted that'd happen, especially with Winnie here, but still. On second thought, at least maybe if he got rescued he could waste a little more time before Danny inevitably started chasing everyone else once his 'main target' was gone.

He watched Danny walk off again, and from the looks of it, it seemed like he was heading back where Feng had been since it wasn't too far. Maybe to try and scare her off the generator and come back or something, Cody doubted he was going to actually go after anyone besides him since he was still alive.

Normally he wouldn't be so... cynical, he supposed, but this was getting frustrating more than anything. He'd come in here thinking he was going to annoy Danny the whole trial and look where he ended up. Maybe another time. Or maybe not. He's not sure doing that is worth getting targeted again.

...Maybe it'd be fine if he just didn't. Y'know. Try and pull anything outside of trials this time. He definitely wasn't risking that again any time soon.

 

[MoggieMoof]

As soon as Cody had been hooked, Feng was off of the generator. Obviously Ghostface would be doubling back to take care of her and the generator that she'd been on, so she left the area immediately, rushing out one door before she slowed to a shuffle as she ducked into a separated room down the hall.

She needed to fix that generator as soon as possible, because they really couldn't afford having it regress too much. They were already pretty behind, she was just hoping–oh, thank God, just as she had been thinking about that, a generator fired up in the

distance. Two out of five, only three more. Not amazing, but also not terrible, she supposed.

Her was almost done, so if she could just get back to it without their killer bothering her, they'd be in a much better spot.

---

Mikaela had finished her generator and decided that she'd try her hand at rescuing. Clearly, this guy had a bone to pick with the new fella. Probably because he had stabbed him, which made sense.

Yeah, word traveled fast among the survivors. Everyone knew about what happened, even if they hadn't seen it themselves. Mikaela had to admit, the new guy had guts for sure, but she wondered if it was worth it now, given the not so nice extra attention he was receiving due to it.

Racing off down the halls in hopes of reaching him before his time ran out, she passed by the room that Winnie was in, and by the sounds coming from within, she assumed that the generator in there was about halfway done now. That was good, at least–maybe she'd get it done soon.

Upon finally arriving at the other end of the building, where the new guy had been hooked, she paused around the corner to catch her breath and eye at ther surroundings. Where was Ghostface? Must have screwed off somewhere for the time being. She hoped so, at least.

Rushing in, she lifted Cody up and off of the hook–probably wouldn't have much time to heal him, given the fact that she could already feel her heart picking up. He was still in the area, so healing here wouldn't be safe.

"Let's try to get you out of here, get moving," Mikaela would be willing to take a hit for him, considering the tunnel-vision that Ghostface had for this guy right now. It would buy the team some more time, at least, she just didn't want to go down for him. The kid was dead if he went down again, so it wouldn't be a very good choice, tactically at least.

Still, she'd try, at least.

 

[weiirdw0lf]

Cody just nodded when Mikaela told him to get going -- yeah, he'd been doing that this whole time. He looked around as if expecting Danny to pop out any second now, but thankfully he hadn't. Maybe he was distracted with whatever he was doing over there. (Yeah right. Probably was heading back this way right now.)

"Maybe if we're quiet he won't find us right away," he said, not really believing that himself. He was thinking... what, they snuck into the closest room and she attempted to heal him? Maybe it'd work. Maybe. He went on anyways, assuming she was behind him. Really, he wasn't sure where to go or what to do at this point.

When he thought that hopefully they'd gotten far enough from where they had been without any sight of you-know-who, he suddenly ran into a room that looked empty of both generators and other survivors, glancing back at Mikaela. He didn't hear anything, didn't feel his heart racing. Then again, that didn't mean anything when Danny could basically make himself invisible. Not really, but might as well be in some of these places.

"I think--" He paused, now leaning against the nearest wall, realizing just how much all that running around had caught up to him what with being stabbed and hooked twice already... "Think we're fine. Maybe. I don't know."

Wow, really reassuring there.

He hoped he was right though.

 

[MoggieMoof]

That was probably their best shot at getting Cody away. Slow and quiet, so as to not draw attention, in comparison to being quick and loud. So, with a confident nod (was it a truly confident nod, or was she just putting up that front for the sake of the new guy?), she cocked her head towards a nearby door, silently urging him to lead the way.

Following him into the separate room, she glanced over her shoulder–no dark shadowy figures were awaiting them, as far as Mikaela could see. So, with a small sigh, she found herself agreeing with him. "Hopefully. Here, let me heal you–you've got better odds if you're in better health, after all."

Her voice was quiet as she advised him, and to further emphasize her point, she pointed to the ground. Although crouching down would no doubt jostle his wounds and sting like a bitch, it would be easier to tend to him if he did so. Once the young man had crouched, allowing her to begin tending to his wounds, Mikaela got to work.

---

Winnie pressed the open-ended wires together, and with a small hot spark dancing over her fingertips, the generator whirred, quickly coming to life. She didn't spend a very long time lingering on that, though–they still had two more to finish, and more importantly in her own eyes, Cody could still be running around getting practically tortured by Danny.

So, as soon as the generator had been finished, she was up and on her feet, dashing out of the room. First, she retraced her steps back to where she had gotten hit, and then she headed through the door that she watched Cody and Danny disappear into. From her, though... She just have to hope that she'd happen to stumble upon them.

 

[weiirdw0lf]

Cody crouched as he was told, letting her do that -- all the while trying to keep his eyes peeled for any sign of their killer. More like his killer, at this point. This felt like the longest trial he'd had so far, though he wasn't sure how accurate that was. Whatever.

Hearing something out in the hall he froze up, and looked at Mikaela as if to tell her to watch out, but nothing came. No killer jumping out of the shadows. Just quiet but hurried footsteps approaching the room they were in. Was it one of the other two? He hoped that's all it was.

---

Shockingly, Danny had actually lost track of Cody somehow. Whatever those two were hearing was in fact not him though. So he paused as well, hidden behind some random junk piled out in the corner of the hall he was in, listening in and waiting for whoever it was to appear.

There. Winnie. Not the one he was after, but maybe she'd bring him there. Not on purpose, of course, but he'd follow her.

And so he did. Stalked down the hallway, hiding in nearby rooms if he though she'd caught sight of him. Honestly, he wouldn't have cared if she did -- again, she wasn't the one who he was looking for. But of course if she did, she definitely wasn't going to willingly lead him to Cody. So, back to being stealthy it was.

Eventually he heard something too from a nearby room. He waited, seeing if Winnie entered or said anything. Maybe Cody was in there like he was guessing...

 

[MoggieMoof]

Mikaela paused for a moment at the sound of footsteps, and her eyes darted up to the doorway. Her ministrations didn't falter, however, as she was almost done fixing up his wounds(to the best of her ability). Hopefully, it was just one of the others, and not Ghostface.

After a moment of hesitation, she returned her focus to dressing his wounds properly. If it was Ghostface, Mikaela would just have to brace herself to take a hit for the new guy, which she was mostly willing to do.

Much to her delight, though, when the footsteps came to a stop, a figure had appeared in the doorway. It wasn't their killer, no, it was just another one of them. Winnie in particular. Mikaela stifled a sigh, not wanting to make too much sound, and she simply gave the girl a nod.

---

Unfortunately for everyone involved minus Danny, Winnie hadn't seen him following her around. She was too focused on finding Cody, rather than looking out for cloaked figures that were tailing her around the building.

With a huff, Winnie turned a corner into a new room and she paused for a moment, eyes going round at the sight of Mikaela and Cody. Noticing their anxious expressions, Winnie offered them a smile, as well as a mouthed 'sorry'.

She was just happy to see that he was walking around in decent health. She couldn't say good health, given the circumstances, but she was just happy to see that he was still alive. If it weren't for the fact that Mikaela had finished dressing Cody's wounds, Winnie would have helped up, but before she had even fully stepped foot into the room, Mikaela was standing up straight.

"Okay, I'm out of here. We've still got two generators to fix, so I'm going to focus on that, be careful!" Mikaela whispered, mostly to Cody though, since she was still beside him. Winnie definitely couldn't hear what she had said from where she was stood in the doorway, but she figured it had something to do with the state of the trial right now.

With a brief wave that could hardly be referred to as such, Mikaela disappeared out of a separate door, and Winnie finally entered the room in full. Once close enough, she placed a gentle hand on Cody's upper arm. "Let's... Get moving. I'll stick with you, if that's okay. You know, just in case."

A silent statement that didn't really need to be said, I'll try my best to get you out of here.

 

[weiirdw0lf]

Danny had trailed behind her until she came to a stop at that doorway, hiding himself around the corner to peer out at her as she headed in. He heard what sounded like Mikaela talking and then someone walking away -- presumably her -- before Winnie fully stepped into the room. Once she was out of sight, he himself stepped a little closer, confirming that yes, both of them were in there. Perfect.

Not for either of them, of course. But oh well.

He watched from where he was, intending to until the Entity gave him that sort of signal again, that he'd be able to knock Cody down. Probably Winnie too, if he really wanted, but she still wasn't his focus as basically everyone in the trial had already gathered.

Cody had said something to them both -- a thanks to Mikaela before she left, and then a nod and a quiet 'alright' to Winnie as she offered to stay by him.

"Yeah, that's fine. Appreciate it... you shouldn't have to though! This is so stupid, I know it's my fault but--" He cut himself off there, figuring they didn't have time for him to be ranting about whatever when there were still generators to be done. And unfortunately, killers running around.

It was unfortunate really. Just those few moments of him talking had been enough for Danny to watch through the doorway, and for the Entity's whispers to fill his mind again. In a few strides he was in the room, probably startling Winnie away from him, and before they knew it -- Cody on the floor. Again.

"What the fuck--" Cody craned his neck to look over his shoulder at Danny from where he'd landed after stumbling forward, now just incredibly upset more than anything. Startled too, sure, but also mad at Danny even though it was basically his fault all this even happened in the first place. He pushed himself back a bit, though all it really did was hurt him more and get blood all over rather than putting much space between them. "You're still mad about that? I mean, I would be too, but-- c-come on now, really? You're just making yourself lose!"

He'd already said that and it was evident Danny didn't care, but still. Worth a shot, maybe.

Danny stood there staring for a moment, and neither of them would've known why. It was hard to explain how the Entity communicated to its killers. More in feelings than actual words, but Danny understood the message regardless -- permission. Despite Cody maybe being the only one he'd have killed this time, it didn't need to be a sacrifice.

He glanced over towards Winnie, but didn't say anything. Not to her, and not to Cody. Just dropped down behind him, still lying on the floor, and plunged his blade through skin more times than probably necessary to kill him. Half out of anger and half just to make a show of it. And oh, he was making a show of it. He always did when the Entity granted him this.

He'd reached back to grab something out of some pocket, either hidden on or beneath the cloak -- a camera. Nothing too fancy, but it was his. Here with him once he'd arrived, even if he hadn't remembered holding it before then.

He grinned behind the mask when he snapped a picture of Cody's shocked face, bleeding out.

It almost felt like this time, he'd actually killed him for good.

 

[MoggieMoof]

It didn't surprise Winnie at all that Cody had gone off rambling, and she could only tip her head to the side and offer him a sympathetic smile. "It's okay, honestly, don't—"

Nearly jumping out of her skin, she tried to take a step backwards at the sight of Danny, but she stumbled off to the side instead. Shit! She glanced around the room, trying to find anything of note that she could grab, because she didn't really know what to do. Get in Danny's way when he picked Cody up? Maybe? Yeah, sure. She would have been more than ready to do so, but when he had glanced in her direction, her stomach dropped. What was he doing?

"What the hell is your–" And then he had dropped to the ground, onto his knees, and Winnie's eyes went wide. "Wait!"

A sudden, sharp cry escaped her at the sight, and at the sound of the first time his blade broke skin. In a way, it was kind of like... Not being able to tear your eyes off of a car wreck, but this wasn't out of curiosity, no. She was frozen in terror. Yeah, she'd seen some survivors die in her last trial, but they didn't... Die in this manner. Not directly by their hands like this–was this even allowed? Well, he was doing it, so–wait, that doesn't matter.

By the time that Danny had pulled out a fucking camera, Winnie willed herself to move. Get the fuck out. She inhaled sharply as she turned away, the image of Cody practically printed within her mind. Sure, she knew he'd be fine when they got back, but... She couldn't handle seeing that.

"Oh my God," Winnie cried out as she stumbled over to one of the doors that would lead her out of the room. Pressing a hand to the doorframe once she got there, she leaned against it and gagged. Her eyes shifted back to the scene, noting that Danny was still on the floor, and she took in another shaky inhale before she let out a quiet, but still audible, sob.

She really thought that she'd seen the worst of it here, but maybe she hadn't. Maybe that was the worst. Hopefully, at least, because she wasn't sure if she'd be able to handle anything worse than that. For a moment, she pressed her palm over her mouth to silence her laboured breathing and sniveling, but then she pulled her hand away.

"I hate you, I hate you, I wanna hit you until you're hurting, really hurting," Her words probably weren't that frightening at all, coming from a girl who currently had wobbly knees and a watery voice. Nevertheless, she wanted to say them, because he wasn't on his feet yet. She'd definitely go running as soon as he stood up, though. "It's not even fair—you know, I was worried about that wound not healing, the one that Cody gave you, I—I wish I hadn't, because you're fine, and why should I even worry about your sorry ass, anyway? You've stabbed me three times since I've been here, I shouldn't give a shit about you! You ruined my life and you didn't even have the decency to give me your real name during any of it! You don't deserve any of my sympathy, because you're—you're you! And—and... I—... And fuck you!"

Would yelling at him fix anything? No. But it felt good, at the very least. Even if she'd get stabbed for it, it felt good. At least that way, if she did get stabbed, she'd get to see Cody sooner, she supposed.

 

[weiirdw0lf]

Danny, still knelt on the floor but not getting up just yet, now turned toward Winnie when her voice broke the sort-of silence. Cody's body was still lying there before him -- it'd get taken by the Entity sooner or later. Was a little different when they weren't being put on hooks, Danny had noticed, but he wasn't concerned about it. (He had to wonder if it took longer for them to get sent back then, but oh well.)

"Oh, you hate me now?" He said, head tilting in that sort of mocking way most of the survivors had come to know. He put the camera back away and wiped his blade on his cloak. "That's rich coming from you."

She was the one who decided to get involved with him back then. He hadn't spoken to her until she had -- ok, maybe not exactly that, but he talked to who he had to and then some. Wasn't too out there, but was nice when he had to be, put up his typical charming facade most people fell for. He wasn't sure how that led to what it had. (No, he knew. It wasn't that unusual. What was, was that he had started to believe the lies he told.)

"It's your own fault, you know," he started then. Was it though? "Your fault you're here. If you hadn't bothered with me, you might not be here right now. Might not be watching your new little friend die." And if there was something vaguely akin to hesitation in his voice, he didn't acknowledge it. Just went on.

Watching me kill him went unsaid.

He was deflecting, really. That's all this was. Him pointing fingers, putting the blame on her and not himself. It was as much his fault as it was hers -- not the murders of course, but his feelings. It was like he couldn't believe that he'd actually felt that way beyond the lies he spun, got tangled up in something he shouldn't have, and now that both those loose ends were here? He didn't know what to do with himself. Maybe that's why he was focusing on Cody so much... a distraction. Sort of. It wasn't that he didn't care at all about him, he definitely did. He didn't do all this just to prove a point to Winnie or something. No, the fact that he even had to say 'both,' that there was even one person here that he didn't leave back in Roseville, let alone two of them -- that was what bothered him the most. No one had ever slipped past his fingers like these two had, albeit in different ways.

'Stabbed three times,' huh? Well. She was about to get another one added to that collection if she didn't hurry up and leave. His grip around the knife tightened.

Finally getting to his feet, he took a couple small steps towards her, unsure if she'd run or not. If she did, he'd probably have to hit her twice like normal. He'd spent too much time dealing with Cody and now talking about... whatever this was.

 

[MoggieMoof]

When Danny's attention finally shifted to her, she felt her heart drop deep into her stomach. The fear within her grew heavy in her gut, and she would've taken off running if he hadn't said something in response. For a moment then, her fear was swallowed up by the anger that had been building up in her chest.

"I hate you, of course I do." The declaration was made again, words coming out as a seething hiss. She narrowed her eyes at him at his comment, her vision blurred due to the tears building up in her waterline. She knew what he meant when he said that the statement was rich, coming from herself. "That wasn't real, who cares? You can't play that card, it doesn't even matter!"

Winnie actually laughed at the insinuation behind it, tears spilling down her face as she did so. What, she wasn't allowed to hate him now? Whatever she had felt, whatever she perhaps still harbored in an odd stockholm-y sort of way, didn't mean that she couldn't hate him now. In her humble opinion, she had every right to hate him.

At his next words, Winnie gaped in something akin to shock. Realistically she shouldn't be very shocked at all, because why wouldn't he say something like that? In what world would he not try to place the blame on her, right?

"How on Earth—" She would have replied, but he kept talking, as if to support his claim. "You had all the time in the world to kill me, you know—you knew where I lived, you knew the layout of my home, knew where I left my spare key, you even had the pleasure to share a bed with me! Plenty of opportunities to just pick me off and—"

Winnie cut herself off with a quiet, startled yelp when he got up to his feet, and she took a few steps backwards when he had approached. Her bottom lip quivered, the rage she had felt was entirely gone, replaced by terror again. With that being said, she dropped the 'topic', and stumbled over her feet as she took off out the door and out into the hall.

 

[weiirdw0lf]

"That doesn't matter now either, does it," Danny spat out, barely a question, suddenly seeming more upset with her bringing any of that up. Like she didn't have the right to -- she did, really. More right to be upset with any of this than Danny did, that was for sure. But something about hearing it again from her mouth made him angry.

Probably because he was regretting not doing what she said. And now he couldn't. Now all three of them were stuck here for the rest of their lives. That was what made him most upset. If he just had done it back then, got it over with. Hadn't gotten carried away. Hadn't caught fucking feelings for someone who should've been just another victim--

And there Winnie went, fleeing out of the room like he imagined she would, like the scared little thing she was. He stalked down the hall after her, not saying another word. The only sound in the hall was his boots on the tiles and the faint sounds of generators being worked on he could hear from somewhere nearby. He didn't care. If the other two escaped in the end, then oh well. Turns out he wasn't only worrying about Cody this trial as he intended. Who's fault was that?

He caught up to her quickly, and did basically what he'd done before -- stabbed her in the back before she could run any further, probably close to where her last injury had been, though if that was on purpose or not only Danny knew. Unfortunately, as he'd thought, he'd still have to get her again here. And after that... well. He wasn't opposed to ignoring the Entity's rules if it meant she died too.

Well, it wasn't really ignoring them -- there was no punishment for it, as the survivors got taken either way, but killing them by hand or bleeding them out (what he planned on doing) was somehow different. He didn't totally understand it, just knew that some part of it maybe 'messed things up' a bit.

Point being, even if it was? He would've done it anyways regardless.

 

[MoggieMoof]

Oh,  that seemed to bother him. Funny how that works, huh? As soon as she brings up the facts, he gets all pissy. It's not necessarily surprising at all, she just finds it interesting. Maybe he recognizes that it's a mistake, now that all was said and done? Well, if it really didn't matter as much as he said it didn't, why was he seething under that mask of his? She didn't need to see his face to know it—his voice alone was enough to prove his rage to her.

Nevertheless, Winnie didn't linger to piss him off more than she already did. Although she'd love to say more, because God knows she had more to say to him, she decided that would be a venture for another time. Right now she had to focus on not dying, but clearly that wasn't going too well for her at all.

When his knife made contact with her back, she inhaled sharply through clenched teeth, making a sound slightly reminiscent of a hiss. The placement of his attack was far too close to her previous wound not to do any additional damage, and her entire back began to burn at the feeling of it. She sniveled, her legs growing weak beneath her, but she continued on her way as best as she could. Unlike last time, she didn't go down in one hit—he hadn't been stalking her like last time, just making regular chase.

She decided to go for a nearby window, rushing through it as quickly as she could, but the pain that coursed through her was undeniable, and she just wept as she rushed into the next room—the room that they had first ran into each other in. The one with the screens, and the generator she had finished... Well, shit. Would it be smart to wait and see where he'd enter from or to just keep running? Unfortunately, she decided to wait, mostly because the pain was getting to be too much and she wasn't sure if she had the motivation to keep running.

Off in the distance, she heard the sound of a generator kicking in, which was... Kind of a relief? Not entirely. She figured that the other two had a chance of actually escaping this place, but not her. Apparently she had sealed her fate from the moment she had spat out, I hate you.

 

[weiirdw0lf]

Danny saw her run ahead, and with her running just a bit faster now it took him a moment to find where she went. There, in the main room, or at least he thought. He glanced through a window to make sure -- sure enough, there she was. He walked through one of the doors, not caring to jump over the window as she did. No point. He held his blade tightly and strode over to where Winnie was standing.

"Not gonna run now?" He asked. As he spoke, he heard the generator too; if he got her here though, it'd be a tie at the very least. Neither side wins or loses. "That works for me."

And with that, his knife met skin once more.

When she inevitably ended up on the floor, she'd notice that Danny didn't go to pick her up. No, he was going to wait. Make sure neither of the other two came and tried to save her. Couldn't do that if he was guarding her like he sort of had done with Cody -- this time, he'd do a better job. Now both of them had to die in a worse way, all because she didn't keep her mouth shut and run earlier.

...Who's he kidding, he would've went after her anyways even if she had ran. Maybe it wouldn't have ended like this though.

"You know what I'm going to do?" He stood a few steps away now, just staring down at her. His voice was low, no longer that almost playful tone he used taunting the survivors. "I'm going to stay right here. And you're probably going to bleed out before your teammates can help. If they do come, they're dying too."

He wasn't too sure about that last part. If he ran after someone else, they might have the chance to help Winnie. But the point stood regardless: it wasn't going to end well.

 

[MoggieMoof]

Winnie didn't say a word when he had entered the room, and initially she had the drive to run, but it just kind of... Fizzled out the closer he got.

The unfortunately familiar feeling of his knife breaking through her skin winded her, and she pressed her hands to his wrist to force the sharp blade out from where it had been embedded, then she was down for the count. Initially she had just slumped to her knees, but just like every time before this, she ended up on the ground.

Laying on her side with one hand cradling the new wound she sported, she lifted her head slightly to look at him when she realized he wasn't making a move to pick her up. In that moment she felt a bit of panic at the insinuation of not being picked up, because maybe he'd do the same thing that he had done to Cody? Her breath hitched at the simple idea, and she rolled completely onto her back to shuffle backwards: away from him.

It hurt to do, and she really wasn't getting that far. Eventually, her back hit the base of one of those odd medical machines that were placed around the room, and she took that as her cue to just give up.

"No," Winnie sniffed at his question, responding despite the fact that it was definitely rhetorical. She blinked blearily up at him, listening to his words as best as she could, and it took her a few moments after for his words to really set in. Bleed out? Was that allowed—she hadn't been bled out before.

"Don't—no, don't do that, please," Winnie pleaded quietly... What good would that do for him, anyway? Secure a kill, she supposed, but was this really his style? Why couldn't he just kill her? The question came as a feeble, frightened cry, "Please don't, why can't you just kill me?"

From the way she was positioned on the floor, with her back sort of pressed against the base of the machine behind her, she lifted her hand to her face to rub her eyes, smearing blood across her cheeks in the process. What the fuck, was the only coherent thought she could put together as she sniveled. There was a long moment of silence, just covering her eyes and sniffling before she looked up at him again through her fingers.

"Keeping me company while I bleed out, huh? If you're going to stay right there, like you said." She had intended to mock him when she said it, intended to sneer at him—but instead it just came out as a pathetic set of words between hiccups and labored breaths.

 

[weiirdw0lf]

“I could,” he started, looking down at her, “but you don’t deserve it.”

No, Winnie deserved this. Bleeding out, dying slowly while her teammates had no way of helping her. At least, that’s what Danny thought right now. Funny (not really) how one little thing could make him suddenly act so different.

Then again, this wasn’t really different when you thought about it, was it? This is how he always acted with his victims, really.

“I am,” he affirmed. To prove the point, he walked around the room as if surveying it — looking out the doorways and windows, seeing if the others were coming. So far there was no sign of it. He hoped it stayed that way, but if they did, he’d just have to kill (or at least injure) them too. He presumed both of them wouldn’t come. Someone still had to work on generators. Or at least, they should be trying to. He supposed it made more sense for both of them to come considering the circumstance, but he hoped they wouldn’t be smart enough to try that.

“I bet poor Cody’s worried sick back at the campfire,” he sneered, clearly not caring at all whether he was or not. Good for him. Winnie would be back there soon enough for them to both cry to each other or the other survivors about what happened or whatever it was they did.

“You can tell him it’s your fault you didn’t end up on a hook or running out that gate.” Here he was, back on that again. Of course. Why wouldn’t he be? Typical Danny, blaming everyone but himself.

Maybe somewhere deep down he knew all of this really was his own fault. Probably. Was he going to actually acknowledge that? Absolutely not.

 

[MoggieMoof]

At his cruel words, she let out a shaky sigh. She didn't realize that just expressing the facts would piss him off so badly, and yet, here she was.

For a moment, she watched as he stalked around the room, peering out from the doors and the windows—a part of her hoped that Mikaela and whoever else was here wouldn't come looking for her. She didn't see it being very useful, sure, there was the chance of all three of them getting out, but she didn't really want them to risk it. Situations like this probably have happened before, and there were probably different ways of dealing with it, but Winnie didn't see it working out very well for her team when Danny was so intent on keeping her here.

With a shake of her head, she slouched over from where she had been semi-leaning against the machine behind her, allowing herself to lay completely on her side again. She probably would've let him ramble on to his hearts content while she did her best to tune him out, but when he mentioned Cody, she jolted slightly. Jolted out of frustration that he had the audacity to mention his name, maybe. The involuntary motion caused her to smack her head against the machine behind her, and she whined quietly in pain.

"Keep his name out of your mouth, would you?" For a moment, her tone was pretty testy. Only for a moment though, before she sniffled and curled herself into the embrace of her own arms on the floor. She was getting pretty cold.

"I'm gonna go back to the campfire—" A watery hiccup interrupted her before she continued. "And I'm gonna tell him that you threw a hissy fit because you couldn't handle the truth. This is your fault too, you fucked up, and you know it."

Just then, the last generator went off in the distance, as well as that siren the signified that the doors were in working order. It seemed that they wouldn't be coming for her, all things considered, and she didn't mind that.

Quietly, she sobbed as the loud sounds rang out through the halls around them, but she silenced herself quickly. Another sniffle came from Winnie once the loud noise had died down, her breathing having gone a bit less laboured. It was slower now, and shallow.

"It's not even... Your fault too." Winnie paused to gather her thoughts, as it was getting a bit difficult. Still, she'd decided that she'd bother him until her literal dying breath. "It's just your fault, point blank—you..."

Something that sounded vaguely of a bell sounded. Doors were open, she recognized.

"You got too comfortable playing house with me, and you didn't... You know." You didn't kill me. "So now... You're stuck with me. Couldn't get Cody either, because you fucked up on that night, too. Stuck with him, as well. Two fuck ups, two survivors, t—two..."

Two reminders, she would have finished, if her eyes hadn't gone completely dull in that moment.

---

Then, the trial was over. Feng and Mikaela left, not without a bit of debate on whether or not it was a good idea to go back. Neither of them did, of course, they decided to just leave. Mikaela decided that she'd come to apologize to Winnie about it when they arrived back at the fire, but Feng seemed a bit indifferent about it herself.

Winnie had returned before the other two had, as she'd died already while they had been debating on trying to rescue her—not that she really knew that, but it was the truth. Her hands skimmed over her body, for a moment, checking to ensure that all of her wounds were gone. They always were, but she still found herself checking nonetheless.

"Um—Cody?" Winnie croaked as she stood, and she paused to cough before she called to him again. She wanted to chat with him about what happened, but also—did she? Did she have to? Did she even want to?