The Escapists

Anger was the only thing shown by her. The frustrated grunts, when she missed again or the curses leaving her like bullets. She was determined to end this right here right now.

On the other side, (Y/N) couldn't help the sparkle in her eyes. The pink haired girl was the weakest of the Legion, making it fun to tease her. She just wasn't good in combat, giving the other girl a chance she wasn't going to miss.

A manic giggle left her as the killer missed again and got her knife stuck in the wooden palette. „I'm right here!", she called out while dodging another attack.

„I'm gonna kill you with my own fucking hands!"

„You're not really doing a great job though...", a mischievous smile played itself on her lips. She dodged another frontal attack with her own arm, keeping the pink haired's hand with her weapon just a few inches away from her face.

The devious girl snorted at the ruse and pushed her back, only to charge at her again. „You're dead!"

At her threat, (Y/N) could only roll her eyes and run to the side last second to avoid another physical encounter. The masked girl was so focused on spilling her blood, that she couldn't concentrate on a strategy. Maybe she hadn't realized that her efforts were useless.

„Looking pretty alive right now", she taunted again. If only she could always be in a trial with this girl. Having such a one on one match with any other killer was like writing her testament.

„I-...", she had her back turned to (Y/N) as she looked down and sulked. She gripped her knife harder, making her knuckles turn white.

How can someone like her end up in a place like this? She looked too young, too insecure to be threatening. And what if she really didn't want to be here? If she was pressured to do those sadistic things over and over again?

Suddenly, the pink haired turned around again, watching (Y/N) like she was a doe; like prey. She held her arm out, pointing the tip of the knife at the (H/C) haired. „I'll kill you", her voice was quieter than before.

The calm before the storm.

„I'll kill you!"

(Y/N) took gradually a step back, still waiting with anticipation. „I'm gonna kill you, you hear me!? Die!", another easily dodged frontal attack. (Y/N) watched as she stumbled onto the ground where she herself stood a few seconds ago. A heavy sigh left her.

The sound of the gate roared loudly throughout the whole place. The young girl sprinted towards it before the other could regain her composure.

Kate waited patiently for her near the gates, staying out of the killer's sight. „There you are", a sweet smile was on her face as she grabbed onto (Y/N)'s arm and led her out. However, the younger girl's smile from before was already replaced by a frown.

She was an idiot for thinking this sadist had no fun in her cruel demeanor. Nobody was forcing her to do anything, she simply loved it. (Y/N) should stop pitying any of them. There was a reason why they got here in the first place.

She hasn't talked to them since she got back. Her only words were: „Leave me the fuck alone!" before she slammed the door shut. Julie immediately recognized that hurt waver in her voice. She didn't even take her mask off, showing Julie that she obviously tried to hide her crying face.

While they were concerned for their friend, something else nagged at Julie. Frank showed no interest at all. He simply kept on playing with his knife after throwing a confused glance towards the shut door.

It bothered the brown haired girl and she knew Joey wasn't that happy with their leader's behavior too. Frank used to care. He used to be passionate and he used to be protective over them.

And now he just left without telling anyone where to. Without even checking on Susie.

„Where do you think he went to?", she spoke up with a much more confident voice now. She was alone with Joey, and with Susie crying her eyes out in the room next door. Without Frank, there was a completely different atmosphere.

„I'm not sticking my nose into his business, Jules", he puffed out a sigh after looking at her for a while.

„I know, I know", her eyes wandered to the closed door subconsciously, „You don't wanna get involved in any trouble."

„Correct", the younger boy followed her gaze, „You should probably check on her. You're the only one good with that stuff."

„With what? Comforting others?", she let out a dry chuckle. Standing up from the worn out couch, the older one headed towards the muffled cries.

Her hand hovered over the doorknob as she looked down, noting all the small cuts on them from playing with her knife when she got nervous. She casted a glance to Joey again over her shoulder. „We can't avoid this conversation any longer, Jo. Something is wrong and if we don't do anything, it'll ruin our friendship."