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“I miss home…” Susie whined, leaning against Julie, holding her arm to her. The Legion was all sat together under a tree, huddled together. The endless rounds of hunting and sacrificing survivors for an unknown amount of time has slowly drained any excitement the group had felt at first. It became harder to sacrifice the survivors, many of the other killers were monstrous and inhuman. They were just four kids who fucked up real bad.
“Frank, I'm ready to go home,” Joey said, digging up the dirt with his knife.
“I don't know how to get us home. I don't know if we can go home.” Frank looked at the others, they all looked exhausted. “All we can do is try different ideas and theories.”
They tried an assortment of plans, they dug holes, tried to break through the escape gates. Joey tried to climb over the walls. They climbed trees to try and find an end to the Entity's land, but it was just a sea of trees. In the far distance, they could see a dark line of smoke from presumably the Survivor camp. Sometimes they got away with having two members of Legion in one trial.
Their greatest achievement was figuring out how to confuse the Entity. While all the other killers had extremely different appearances, the Legion crew easily could look the same if you weren’t paying attention. What could a little harmless joking do? Any chance to try and liven up their time in the Entity’s realm. How they acquired match outfits is still a mystery. Confusing the elder killers such as Evan and Myers was amusing.
“Hey, I have a crazy idea….and it probably won't work,” Joey said, walking over to his group after his trail.
“At this point dude, just say it. We're out of ideas of how to get out.” Julie sighed. She was leaning up against Frank who was quiet and watching their small bonfire.
“Okay, so, at this point we're all familiar with the hatch. Now I figure none if the Killers have tried this since obviously, they won't fit.” Joe said, pacing thoughtfully.
“Okay, and? Don't hold us in suspense like this!” Susie hopped up to her feet in excitement.
“Okay so like, what if we went through the hatch like I don't know what would happen. Obviously, we would need to hold it open so the Entity couldn't close it in us after the trial.” Joe said, puffing his chest out, proud of his observations.
“That would also mean all of us would be in the trial and that we left one of the survivors alive to allow the hatch to open. That would also mean we would need to locate the hatch in time. Also not be figured out.” Frank's pessimism was noted by everyone who nodded. “But…I have noticed a pattern on how to determine how the Entity is paying attention. See the crows or Ra, or whatever they are? Sometimes in a trial, they don't fly up when spooked. Even when a survivor runs by, they're supposed to help us. Which means they're not watching. Or like right now, usually they're making noises or you can see their eyes. But none of them are here. We're not in its focus. And we can take advantage of that.
There was a contagious smile that spread from one member to another. They looked over at the pile of matching clothes, and a plan was formed. But they had to by themselves time to test their plan in different ways. They kept tabs on the birds that watched everything and noted their behavior. They asked any of the Killers who would respond about the hatch and what they know. Joey had managed to catch the hatch door during a trial and hold it, checking that off as a success after it finally slipped and shut.
Now, they just had to act. They hid from the other kills and donned their matching clothes, an excited atmosphere circled around the group as they waited for the Entity to call one of them into a trial. And as soon as it did, the gears in their plan took motion.
For the survivors, the trial was a trip. Did Legion merge with the Nurse? When did they learn how to teleport? One by one they were hooked and sacrificed. Their last survivor was the one named Quentin. Frank was hot on his trial, chasing him down towards the hatch. He watched as the kid jumped in. Quickly, he got down and held the hatch down as he watched the other three ran up.
“God I hope this works.” Joey prayed as he left down, and there's was a bright flash, white light cutting through the infinite black of the Entity. A hole had been torn, they could see a forest floor and Joey landing.
There was crashing as if a bottle as a cloud or purple, pink gas formed around them. They had been found out. Julie grabbed Susie pushed her in.
“Frank, we-”, she coughed and gagged violently, “we need to go now!” She yelled.
“Go! I'll be right behind you.”
Julie stared at him for a second and quickly kissed him. She leaped through the hatch. Frank quickly went to slip through. But a rough, greasy hand grabbed his hood and slammed him backward.
Before the hatch slammed shut, Frank heard the screams and yells if his companions.
He stared up in anger and horror at the thing that had grabbed him. The Clown, a disgusting, fat, pig of a man. The cloud of gas still around them seem to get heavier the more Frank lay pinned there by the heavier killer. His body numb and paralyzed. And then there was black.
There was a crushing being of utter disbelief between the rest of legion. They were one. It wasn't supposed to be like that. All of them were supposed to make it back. They silently walked through the woods towards a road they could barely see in the distance.
Pain flared throughout Frank's body. He was scarred and disfigured. Glowing orange scars coated his face, blades of knives similar to his friend's tore through his jacket and his skin. He was not as decorticated as Evan, but he now understood what they meant. His struggle against it. He did the Entity's bidding to try and lessen the pain. But any loss left him with more wounds and decor. The survivors had even begun to notice. He saw pity in some expressions. He hated it. The humiliation, the loss, the torture. He hated the way the fat pig stared at him anytime he got close to him. Frank stayed as far away from the Clown as he could. He even hid behind Myers at one point who simply acted as a wall between the two.
Most times, he stared at the bonfire, fantasizing about escape and seeing his friends. He didn't care if it fed the Entity. It was going to happen. They were going to be family again.