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You’d think for how long Dwight had been stuck here he would have gotten better at repairing generators but here he was, fingertips surging with static electricity as he reeled from crossing the wrong wires. He knew the killer would be here any second, the generator explosions were always deafening in the silence of Haddonfield, so he sprinted off. He vaulted through an unboarded window as his heartbeat sped up, pounding in his ears. Sometimes it was hard to tell if it was the killer or the adrenaline making his heart pound but he didn't stick around to find out. He dropped down from the porch roof with a soft grunt and ran off after taking a second to recover. He really needed to get Nea to teach him how to land more gracefully. Then again it might not even work she was a lot smaller-
Dwight was so caught up in thought he forgot about the short hedge surrounding the house he'd been in. He let out a gasp as he tripped and skid across the floor. He groaned, hands and knees throbbing with pain as the skin was scraped off on the rough ground. He rolled over in pain, squeezing his hands into his armpits instinctively to try and stop them from hurting. Most alarmingly though as he opened his eyes he realised his glasses had flown off. The world was just a vague collection of coloured blobs without his glasses. He scowled at the blurry green rectangle that he’d tripped over as he got onto his hands and knees to search for his glasses. Honestly, he was sure that hedge was just there to annoy survivors. It’s waist high at most so it’s not exactly providing privacy! He grumbled a little under his breath as he groped around to find his glasses, feeling over rough dirt patches and ticklish grass spots.
Moments passed like hours as Dwight’s searching became more frantic. They had to be here somewhere! He didn’t trip that far anyway. He could feel his heartbeat speeding up again, if the killer found him like this he wouldn’t be able to do a thing. Before he could stop himself a soft whimper escaped his lips and he started crawling to cover more ground but with almost no way to track where he was going, he felt like he wasn’t making any progress. A nearby scream made him shudder, it sounded like Meg, and meant the killer was close. Dwight froze, he couldn’t run effectively without his glasses but he still couldn’t find his glasses. He was going to die. He tried not to be pessimistic but there was only one outcome here. He braced his hands around his head, gripping his hair as he tried to figure out what was least likely to get him killed. He heard another gut-wrenching scream that seemed to shake the world from Meg as she was dropped on the hook. Dwight looked in the direction and even her aura was fuzzy.
That altruistic part of Dwight was screaming to go unhook Meg, an exchange was better when he was completely useless on the floor but the scared animal in him was clawing and fighting to make him stand up and run! Not that either option would yield anything good when he couldn’t see things inches from his face. He doesn’t know how long he sat there, frozen in place, but he stood up and bolted despite his blurry vision. He was damning his glasses but he hoped he’d run into someone else who could help him.
Surprisingly Dwight managed to get quite far, avoiding white splodges that must be fences and keeping his footing even when he stumbled. He laughed a little, pleased with himself and glanced behind himself just to make sure there was no one behind him. Obviously, that was the wrong move as he crashed headfirst into a solid object and was knocked to the ground. It took a moment to remember how to breathe after getting the air crushed out of him and his nose was leaking like a faucet. Dwight hissed as he covered his bloody nose, shuddering at the pain radiating from the new injury. He squinted as he tried to figure out what he’d run into because he swore his path had been clear five seconds ago. He used his free hand to help push himself back to standing but it connected with something smooth and cool. He felt like a fool as he squeezed it to confirm it was in fact a shoe under his hand. Dwight yelped, heart still beating fast from the exertion and flailed backwards, landing on his back. He lifted his hands up to shield his face from the blow he knew would come.
However, as time stretched on no blow came. Dwight slowly opened his eyes again, not sure when he’d closed them. He gulped sharply, surely if it was the killer they would have attacked him or grabbed his prone form and slung him onto a hook by now. It didn’t make sense for this to be a killer but also surely his teammate would have said something by now. He uncurled slowly, patting around to find the boot again. He slowly rose to his feet again, patting up the person's body to try and figure out who was there. Dwight’s cheeks reddened as he failed to avoid the person’s crotch and got far too much information. He heard a small grunt and it reassured him further. It’d be a bit awkward at the campfire but a killer would never tolerate his blind groping.
“H-hello? Can you help? I-I lost my glasses” Dwight asked, tasting the blood leaking into his mouth from his nose. It almost distracted him from feeling the redness climb up the back of his neck. He rubbed it like he could erase the colour. There was nothing like being completely reliant on others to endear himself to them. Some leader he was. He could feel the rough texture of denim under his hands and since his teammate didn’t feel like speaking he tried to figure out who it was. He could see they were taller than him and he could feel their wide shoulders as he steadied himself. It must be David, right?
“David? Is that you?” Dwight swallowed, a little unnerved by the silence. David wasn’t a quiet man, often to his detriment. So it didn’t really make sense. Plus his hair was short and it seemed like the brown mop of hair looked longer. He frowned as the man shook his head and flushed a much darker shade of red. God, he should be able to identify his teammates by now. He fought the urge to cover his face.
“I-I’m really sorry, my vision- it’s-it’s really bad without my glasses” Dwight apologized. He can feel his teammate's shoulders rise as he shrugged and he almost wanted to laugh. Here he was desperately clawing at his teammate in the middle of a trial and he was so casual about it. It had to be Jake. There was no one else so calm and collected even after finding out one of his teammates was completely useless. Anyway, it made sense with how quiet Jake was, he probably didn’t get much conversation out in the woods and it stuck with him. He thought Jake was shorter than this but maybe his perspective was all messed up too. Yeah, that had to be it. Dwight sighed, putting a hand on his chest to calm his heart. It was strangely loud in his ears like a whole marching band was passing by but it had to be the fear of losing his glasses. He’d calm down now he was with Jake.
“Jake? Oh I’m so glad I found you, I don’t know what would have happened if the killer had gotten to me first. I-I’m so sorry you have to help me around now, I-I really didn’t mean to lose my glasses- I mean it’s never even happened before. Oh goodness I’m rambling now, I-” Dwight cut himself off before he could embarrass himself further, covering his face for a moment before recovering. Jake tilted his head at Dwight like he was studying him and he flushed red again. He saw a hand reach up towards his face and he froze for a second before feeling Jake wipe his face with his sleeve. Now he’d bled on him too. If he’d recovered from his previous embarrassment it was back at full force. He noticed that Jake looked a bit pale now he actually looked at him. Dwight glanced frantically over his shoulder like he’d actually be able to see anything that might be scaring him.
“Everything alright Jake?” Dwight asked, fruitlessly looking over his shoulder again. Jake nodded and he assumed it might have just been the lighting. Or he didn’t want to worry Dwight. Or maybe his nose looked worse than it felt. His heart was still beating so quickly Dwight’s sure if the killer were here he’d die of a heart attack before getting hooked. He chuckled to himself before shaking his head. Focus Dwight. He felt down Jake’s arm to take his hand so he could lead him away and they could do something productive. He was suddenly a lot more aware of his bitten nails but Jake took his hand without complaint.
“W-we should go find a generator, can’t let the others do all the work” Dwight suggested, rubbing the back of his neck as he had to carry the conversation. Speaking of the others he noticed Meg wasn’t on the hook anymore. Good, good. Maybe Jake got her before finding him. Jake looked at him for a moment, making Dwight squirm like a specimen under a microscope, before pulling him along. Woah, he was stronger than Dwight remembered. He realised that maybe putting all his trust in his teammate could go wrong but Jake wasn’t a prankster. Feng Min or Nea? They’d probably pull a trick on him definitely but Jake was sensible. Dwight had been impressed by him from day one.
It took a few minutes of walking before Dwight heard the rumble of a generator. He ran his free hand over the pistons to feel all four of the moving. He could also see the light firmly powered. It was a good sign but he was a bit unnerved that they hadn’t seen the killer yet. It should be comforting but he’s been stalked by Ghostface one too many times. He looked around trying to identify where they were. It was still very blurry but he could tell they were outside, the crunchy green grass under his feet gave that away. He took a cautious step forward and felt solid concrete, paling a little at being so exposed. Dwight found himself glazing around again but all he saw was blobs of green and brown that must be the trees lining the streets. In the distance he heard the last generator pop, breathing a sigh of relief.
“O-oh good we should go to the gates” Dwight sighed, glazing around to see the auras of the exit gates. They disappeared after a few seconds but Jake’s head seemed to be following something still. Dwight looked in the direction of his gaze and just maybe, maybe, he could see movement but he really wasn’t sure. Jake didn’t seem alarmed so it was probably just one of his teammates running to the gate. It was funny, the killer must have been off his game because they still hadn’t seen him. Dwight decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth though as Jake pulled him along again. He felt the ground tremble under his feet and gripped Jake tighter. It was a bit strange how heavy Jake’s footsteps were though, usually, he was light on his feet. Maybe it was because he had to lead him around- speaking of where were they going?
“Jake, isn’t the exit gate the other-” Dwight’s voice cut off when he heard the sound of the hatch.
He heard the sound of the hatch. Oh god.
He never realised how much it sounded like a choir or maybe screams until now. He let out a whimper, letting go of ‘Jake's' hand and bringing the shaking appendage to his face. He felt latex under his fingers and he sobbed. He snatched his hand back backing away from the killer, the Shape of all people, and held it against his chest. Dwight felt tears escape and run down his cheeks and he wished he could run too. The shape- Micheal Myers himself- had been leading him around like a lamp for the slaughter. What’s worse was he fell for it. Glasses or no he should have known. His heart was still beating heavily in a valiant attempt to warn him.
“P-please, no no no!” Dwight sobbed, tripping over his own feet as he backed away. His vision blurred more with tears and he fell onto his ass again. He whimpered pathetically as he watched the shape move closer and closer to him. He let out a scream but he knew no one was there to help him. Micheal picked him up by the throat and Dwight tensed, ready to feel the knife gut him, still hopelessly scrabbling at the pressure on his throat. Everyone else had gotten away, there was no way he’d live.
“Please, please, please, dont’-don’t-” Dwight couldn’t finish his sentence as a sobbed racked his body. He probably looked pathetic, begging for mercy from a being of pure evil. He could feel fat tears rolling down his cheeks constantly and making him cold in the crisp autumn air. They were probably mixing with the dried blood from his nose. For the first time he’s glad he lost his glasses, he won’t have to see his death coming. However again, death didn’t come and Dwight was starting to feel indignant, looking into the soulless sockets where his eyes would be.
“J-just do it! Don’t-don’t make me wait! I know you’re going to kill me!” Dwight screamed, kicking his legs a little. He knew he was going to die but the waiting killed him. He sobbed when Micheal tilted his head again, maybe pleased with the fear he’d induced in Dwight. But, suddenly, Micheal just. Dropped him. Dwight’s shaking legs struggled to keep him upright but now he can see the hatch was between him and Micheal. Was he toying with him? Dwight looked at the hatch and back to Micheal. Was he...showing mercy?
“Are-are you letting me go?” Dwight swallowed, voice shaking with hiccups. It was impossible, Laurie had told him about how ruthless Micheal was. He was just waiting for Dwight to think he was safe to slam the hatch closed. But slowly, almost too slowly to catch Micheal nodded. Dwight was still frozen in place out of fear but a flash of the killer’s knife encouraged him significantly like Micheal was telling him to move before he changed his mind. He didn’t feel safe jumping in so he sat on the edge of the hatch and slung his legs into it before dropping, sparing one more blurry glance to Micheal.
When Dwight came to again he was in the forest. It was always strange escaping through the hatch. In some kind of cruel joke the entity hadn’t given him his glasses back but he could feel the tug of the campfire. He stuck his hands out in front of himself to avoid walking into a tree and let out a wet laugh at how he must look like one of the Nemesis’ zombies. In the distance, he could hear voices.
“-cruel, we just left him in the grips of Micheal. He’s probably craving him up like a turkey at Thanksgiving right now!” It sounded like Laurie, she must have been in the trial.
“We couldn’t do anything! There was no way Micheal was leaving Dwight alone and believe me I tried” It must have been Nea who replied, sharp and defensive. Dwight swallowed, were they fighting about him?
“H-hello? Nea? Laurie? Meg?” Dwight called, stumbling and almost tripping over a root. He heard a gasp and the pounding of feet as he straightened himself out. Hands came to rest on his shoulders and the blobs of red hair and pale skin meant Meg had come to him. He couldn’t see the expression on her face but he assumed she was relieved.
“Dwight! I’m glad you’re okay. Where’s your glasses?” Meg replied and Dwight could have sobbed in relief hearing her voice. He scrubbed under his nose, self-conscious the entity might not have cleaned it up, before gently holding onto Meg’s arm. He hadn’t realised how cold Micheal’s hands were until he compared it to the rosy warmth of Meg’s skin.
“I-I lost them in the trial but it’s-it’s okay I have a spare pair at the campfire” Dwight reassured, hoping he didn’t still look like he’d been crying. He saw another figure approach him, the blond hair a giveaway as to who it was. That and the sheer confidence with which she held herself, he was a bit intimidated as she marched towards him if he's honest. She gently let him take her arm and the girls led him back to camp.
“I’m sorry we left you but someone decided you weren’t worth trying to save” Laurie apologised, words pointed as she glared at someone just out of Dwight’s vision. He turned his head and saw the third figure. He saw her throw her arms into the air and he knew an argument was about to start.
“L-look it’s fine really! He let me go” Dwight insisted, putting one hand up defensively to try and calm the pair. He could practically feel the heat as the ladies glared at each other but Laurie broke the stare to look at him when he was finished talking. He squirmed, not sure if being scrutinized by Micheal or Laurie was worse.
“He let you go? Micheal Myers?” She asked, obviously disbelieving that a being so full of evil would ever show mercy. In all fairness, he’d never gotten such treatment from Myers before nor had anyone else. He nodded, looking away from her. It was embarrassing he’d been walking around holding hands with Micheal he really didn’t want to talk about it.
“Yes he gave me the hatch, can-can we just focus on getting back, I’m going to strain my eyes like this” Dwight stuttered. Now the fear had passed he didn’t want to think about how softly Micheal had led him around or how he’d looked at him.