DWIGHT FAIRFIELD

    meg looking at dwight at any point in time

ᵂʰᵉᶰ ʰᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵒᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᶤᶰ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃ ʰᵘʳʳʸ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵇᵉᵉᶰ ʷᵒʳᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᵃˢ ᵠᵘᶤᶜᵏˡʸ ᵃˢ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵒᶰ ᶠᶤˣᶤᶰᵍ ᵃ ᵍᵉᶰᵉʳᵃᵗᵒʳ˒ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵃ ᵠᵘᶤᶜᵏ ʸᵃᶰᵏ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵖᵘˡˡᵉᵈ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵒᶠ ᶤᵗ ᶜᵃᵘˢᶤᶰᵍ ᶤᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶜᶜᶤᵈᵉᶰᵗᵃˡˡʸ ᵖᵒᵖ˒ ᶤᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵗᶤˡˡ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᶜᵃᵘᵍʰᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᵃᵗᵗᵉᶰᵗᶤᵒᶰ ˡᵉˢᵗ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ˢᵗᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵘᶰᵃʷᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉᶰᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ʰᵉʳ ʷᵃʸˑ ‘ᵀʰ⁻ᵗʰᵃᶰᵏˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʷᵃʳᶰᶤᶰᵍ ᵐᵉ˒’ ˢʰᵉ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᵉᵈ˒ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈᶰ'ᵗ ᵇᵉᵉᶰ ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗᶤᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ʳᵘᶰ  ᵃᶰʸᵗᶤᵐᵉ ˢᵒᵒᶰ˒ ᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᶤᵃˡˡʸ ʷʰᵉᶰ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵒ ᵈʳᵃᶤᶰᵉᵈ ᵃˡʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵛᵉᶰᵗᵘʳᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᶰᵗᶤʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉᶰᵃ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʳᵃᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᶤᶰ.

ᴼᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒʳᶰᶠᶤᵉˡᵈ ʷᶤᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵇᵉᵃᵗᶤᶰᵍ ˡᵒᵘᵈˡʸ ᶤᶰ ʰᵉʳ ᵉᵃʳˢ˒ ˢʰᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᴰʷᶤᵍʰᵗ ʰᶤᵈ ᵇᵉʰᶤᶰᵈ ᵃ ʷᵃˡˡ˒ ᶤᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉᶰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᶠᵉˡˡ ᵗᵒ ʰᶤˢ ᶤᶰʲᵘʳᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳᵐ˒ ˢʰᶤᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵇˡᵉᵉᵈᶤᶰᵍ. ᴴᵉ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉᶰ ʰᵘʳᵗ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ʰᵉ ᵍʳᵃᵇᵇᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵉᶰᵉʳᵃᵗᵒʳˑ  'ᴴᵉʳᵉ ᴵ ᵍᵒᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᶰᵈᵃᵍᵉˢ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᶤᶰ ᵐʸ ᵐᵉᵈᵏᶤᵗˑ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᶰᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵖᵒˡᵒᵍᶤᶻᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᶰᵉᵉᵈᶤᶰᵍ ᵐʸ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʸᵒᵘ˒ ᴰʷᶤᵍʰᵗ.’ ˢʰᵉ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶤᵖˢ ᵗᵘʳᶰᶤᶰᵍ ᵘᵖ ᶤᶰ ᵃˡᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵃ ᶠʳᵒʷᶰ. 'ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᴵ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃᶰʸ ᵈᶤˢᶤᶰᶠᵉᶜᵗᵃᶰᵗ ʳᶤᵍʰᵗ ᶰᵒʷ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃˢ ˢᵒᵒᶰ ᵃˢ ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʷᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ᶜᵃᵐᵖ.’

ᵠᵘᶤᶜᵏˡʸ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶜᵃʳᵉᶠᵘˡˡʸ ˢʰᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶰᵈᵃᵍᵉˢ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵇʳᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᵒʷ ᵘˢᵉˡᵉˢˢ ᵐᵉᵈᵏᶤᵗˑ ᴴᵉʳ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᶠᵘˡ ᵉʸᵉˢ ˢᵗʳᵃʸᵉᵈ ᶰᵒʷ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵃᵍᵃᶤᶰ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ ˢᵘʳʳᵒᵘᶰᵈᶤᶰᵍˢ. ᴼᶰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵇᵉ ᵗᵒᵒ ᶜᵃʳᵉᶠᵘˡ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ˒ ᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᶤᵃˡˡʸ˒ ʷʰᵉᶰ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵐᵘʳᵈᵉʳᵉʳ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵗᶤˡˡ ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰᶤᶰᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᶤˢ ˡᵒˢᵗ ᵖʳᵉʸ.'ᴴᵉʳᵉ˒ ᵗʰᶤˢ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᶠᵒʳ ᶰᵒʷ˒ ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᶤᵗ ᵈᵒᵉˢᶰ'ᵗ ʰᵘʳᵗ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵇᵃᵈ.’

        Dwight nods at her reassurance while gasping and breathing heavily... Not only was he trying to catch his breath, but he was trying to focus on NOT CRYING. He’s a man. Men don’t cry. At least, that’s what his father told him at a very young age. Especially in front of women -- but holy shit, was this hard.         Not crying has been getting easier, though, after repeatedly getting smacked, stabbed, and trapped by these.. weapons of IMPENDING DOOM, but sometimes it’s just one of those days. Or nights. And for some reason he was feeling a bit weak and emotional.

                    ❛ Thanks----. I’m.. I’m still sorry, though. I pulled you away from your work, ❜  he breathed out with a face contorted in pain, doing his best to just slightly push himself off the wall; however, this resulted in him being a clutz and falling into her.

                     ❛ Shit--! I’m... U gh. Sorry. ❜

        He’s feeling woozy. This isn’t good, but he has to power through. He has to -- or he could just go sacrifice himself and be done with this stupid match, but that wouldn’t be a very role-modelish thing to do. He didn’t want his pals thinking it was okay to do the same.         With a groan he pushes himself off of her and clings to that wall again with his good arm, shaking his head in disapproval of himself, of his thoughts. Carefully, his wounded arm comes up so that his dirty, scarred fingers could rub at his eyes under his glasses.         It’s really not a good day... but when he does turn his attention back on his pal, he makes sure to try and force a smile for her.

With every word the other spoke the head of the killer tilted a bit more to the left, expression not changing as he watched the young man begging to stay alive. How… pathetic. At least it’s what comes into Wraith’s mind first, but on second thought…

He looked as scared as a little deer facing the frontlights of a car. So to speak.

Wraith should have none of that. What did he care about the survivors? They were here to be sacrificed, like the other three he’d killed before, watched their injured frames struggling until Entity had taken them, only leaving the glasses-guy behind.

But, he’d already done a great job with those three sacrifices. That was plenty of blood, plenty of hope, and plenty of relief he’d got. Even though there was always room for more… but not necessary. And, whatever it was… maybe something about the young man’s expression? They all had that fear in their eyes but, this was a bit different. He was blunt, he was weak, he was helpless, yes. Stupid, even. Still they both were here, he’d managed to survive until now.

Somehow, he awoke a part of Philip inside the Wraith.

So the killer moved, not saying anything as he grabbed the guy, pulling him in so he could put his frame over his shoulder, sparing him another hit. Wraith hoped that it would tell enough about what he was going to do, and that the guy wouldn’t struggle too much. Just for his own sake.

The next thing he did was to carry him, out of the basement.

And then, only a few more feet away, there it was - the hatch. Open for everyone to see, practically screaming at the survivors and yet, this glasses-guy hadn’t found it himself. Well… Now he knew where it was.

And as he stood right next to it, he let the young victim fall off his shoulder, tilting his head once again as his glowing orbs now focused on the man next to him, waiting.

                    ❛ -------- H-hey!! ❜ Dwight yelped as the other dragged him in and pulled him over his shoulder.  Sure, it was sort of weird that the Wraith didn’t hit him, but Dwight was panicking! He didn’t have really much time to make sense of it. So, resorted to his natural reaction: 

        He began to struggle.

        It wasn’t until he could see that they were climbing out of the basement that he finally started to struggle a little less.         The air didn’t feel as cold as it did down there, the vibe instantly changed, but it wasn’t that much of a difference. Even then, with his stinging, oozing wound he did his best to (weakly) smack the other’s back while releasing pained hisses with each movement of his injured arm. It hurt... It hurt so much, but he wasn’t about to give up -- even if he was confused about where the hell they were going, he didn’t want to almost miss the chance to possibly escape from the killer’s clutches..!

        But then Dwight heard it. The hatch. He couldn’t see it, but it was definitely close due to the loud, hollow sound it sang apart from the usual, whining wind. Hell, they were practically over it by now, and he didn’t even notice till the other let him slip off.

        That.. shocked Dwight. Was the Wraith really giving him mercy? I mean-- he’s happy, but entirely confused. So puzzled. He could barely move except for his eyes that kept slowly glancing over at that hatch. The sound.. it was BEGGING for Dwight to jump in, to just drop the questions and hop on in........ but he was curious. Really curious; however, he had to give a little shake of his head to snap out of the slight trance the hatch pulled him into. He turned his full attention onto the taller one.