Bloodlust || Ghostface x Female reader || Smut

Resilience

wait.

Is this Ghostface?

Before you can get a good enough look at the killer, he slashes you in the back, causing you to jolt up with pure adrenaline and sprint away. You run for a good twenty or thirty seconds before you stop behind a structure with a palette near it. Jake ended up getting hooked shortly after your tangle with the killer which made you feel a pang of guilt from not spotting the killer earlier. You finally ease up a little bit and realize you are gripping a long piece of black cloth. It's relatively clean with the exception of a few blood stains on it; It's also quite soft for most things in the realm. Was it part of the killer's outfit? It must be. Jake wasn't wearing anything similar to this. You put the piece of cloth in your pocket. Maybe you could use it to patch up someone's wounds later? A makeshift gauze maybe? You try to stop thinking about it as you begin to look for another generator. After about fifteen seconds you find one and spend the appropriate eighty seconds it takes to finish the generator.

Hell yeah! I didn't even explode it! You thought to yourself while smiling slightly. You run off and don't find anyone for a while.

Where did everybody go? Did they escape without me? Or worse? You start to slow down, making sure to thoroughly check your surroundings as you walk along. You're playing with your fingers, intertwining them messing with them out of nervous habit.

"Y/n."

"WHAT THE H-" You barely manage to scream before a gloved hand reaches your lips, muffling your screams. You look to see who said your name quickly and immediately end your screaming. "I-I am so sorry! I didn't mean to startle you." Jake yell-whispered at you as he slowly took his glove away from your mouth. "Y/n, everybody else got killed. I want you to be the one to find the hatch."

Right. The hatch. A survivor's last resort if everybody else in the trial dies.

"Fuck. Okay here's the plan. I'm gonna heal you, get caught, and you're going to find the hatch and escape." Jake says through pained whimpers and grunts as he tends to your wounds. He takes extra care to make sure not to hurt you even more than you already are. About halfway through the healing process, you hear some grass moving around behind you and you snap your head to face that way looking around for any signs of the killer. Jake was almost finished healing you when all of a sudden, he lets out a bloody scream. You look behind to see the killer. The killer then sits on top of Jake, straddling him starts and stabbing him in the back vigorously. You fall back on your back and watch as your friend gets killed right in front of you. After a few more seconds of brutally stabbing all the whimpers out of Jake, the killer then takes a printer camera and takes a picture of him and Jake, blood pouring out of his mouth. The killer puts the camera and his new collectable into a back pocket of the costume. You managed to get up in time and start running away, but the Ghostface quickly catches up and grabs you by the hood of your hoodie.

You manage to wriggle out of your hoodie leaving it in the killer's hand and you falling onto your back on the floor. The killer tries to stab you in the chest but fear is powering the adrenaline running through your veins and you fight back. The killer's knife ends up deep in the ground next to you, making you smirk slightly. Ghostface sits on your waist and grabs your arms, immobilizing you. He slides both of your wrists into one of his hands and holds them just above your head. Then he slides his free hand down your waist sending a weird jolt of adrenaline through your spine. The hand ends up in your pocket and then the other one, as if he were looking for something.

All of a sudden, the killer stands up leaving you on the ground. You look up at him in fear and confusion. You go to try and stand up but fall back onto your back. He grabs you by your shirt and lifts you off of the ground and then throws you back down, this time on your stomach. He puts his knee in between your shoulder blades making a pained grunt escape your lips while he starts messing with your pants. He reaches into your back pocket where you put the long cloth earlier in the trial. You can hear the killer sigh in relief as he pushed your face into the dirt.