Also, another idea I had. With the new 2v8 coming out, it's very likely Anna will be in a trial with someone else who will kill Meg. How do you think she'd react/feel?
Imagine her and Hillbilly and she watches him club Meg in the head.
I’ve actually been thinking about this a lot since they announced the 2v8 mode!
There’s probably a bit of an internal battle of whether to keep up appearances for the other killers (for fear of the consequences), or break the rules and protect Meg. I’d love to see her being super protective with another killer around. Especially someone ruthless who wouldn’t have sympathy.
This really sets up some great angst for future fics!
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Imagine her shock when Anna is loaded into a trial — like any other trial at first — but she comes across a bear trap. She’s clever enough to see it easily, but she starts hearing traps clamp shut in the distance, the screams of nameless survivors. She knows somethings not right.
Then she hears a familiar scream that makes her chest tighten, pulsing ice through her veins. Immediately she’s off to find her.
The Trapper is chasing Meg through the shack, forcing her to leave by placing another trap. Meg is already limping, bleeding from her calf. He’s about to swing his weapon when a hatchet sinks into his shoulder.
Anna almost doesn’t realize it happens. It’s out of her hand before she can think better of it. But then she sees Meg, unshed tears in her eyes from the pain.
Meg changes direction, running as fast as she can toward another zone to hide.
Trapper doesn’t follow, huffing angrily from across Anna.
She gulps. “I missed.” She pulls another hatchet out and throws it across the map where she can hear a generator. They both hear the satisfying squelch of a clean hit. “Sorry.”
She’s not sure if he believes her, or how long it will take for him and other killers to start doubting her loyalties. But for now, he stalks off with a grunt.
I bet Trapper hasnt felt pain like that in a WHILE too and gets really angry. I don't even think survivors realize that killers can be punished just like they can. Only in different ways. I also believe the killers would NOT like pairing up and get distracted fighting with the other. Like a territorial thing.
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Trapper slowly looked down at the hatchet embedded in his shoulder. The pain flared through his nerves and body, darkened blood leaking to the floor. It was hard for Anna to discern his thoughts behind his full face mask, the rise and fall of his chest seemed deeper and fuller.
Slowly, his head turned to Anna, and in an instant, raised a weapon to slam down against her.
A cascade of sparks flew from the blow as she raised her axe in time to block the onslaught, brows furrowing behind her rabbit mask.
"What do you think you're doing??" she growled, tightening her hands over her weapon. Trapper merely reached up, ripping the hatchet lodged in his shoulder to throw back at her.
It was sloppy and uncoordinated, not like her throws, as she easily tilted her head and had it fly past her.
"I don't share. If I kill you, I can hunt in peace" was the only thing he said, marching forward towards her, his cleaver raised in the air.
Her eyes narrowed, but a silent relief fell over her. If his attention was on her, then it wouldn't be on Meg. And she would gladly take the heat.
Again, the cleaver was brought down, sparks continued to illuminate them in the bright cornfield. Trapper slammed his weapon down again, with the force of anger and fury behind it. But Anna countered, having it slide down the length of her axe, raising her weapon herself for a blow.
The heavy blade struck his side, which was surprising solid, not soft like the survivors. Still, a deep growl emanated from her opponent's throat, ripping himself away to slash at her chest.
It was a brutal and bloody battle, nothing like how killers chase after their survivor prey.
The farm was completely silent. No knocks of generators. No cries from survivors. Just the clang of weapons and squelch of blood and meat as two hunters tore into each other.
Survivors watched in silent horror from their hiding spots, frozen still in place. Killers could kill each other? And what happens if a killer dies?
Meg gripped the wood near a vault point, her eyes completely affixed on her lover as she raced through thoughts to try and figure out a way to help. But it was too much. There was nothing she could do. Not with so many eyes on them. And not when she had no chance against the fury of the Trapper.
And for once, a yell of pain escaped him. He stared down at it, a fresh wound in his torso, then back up at her. The Huntress, mouth agape, panting heavily as her lungs burned for oxygen, only stared back from behind her mask.
Anna stood there, breathing raggedy. She'd never had a compotent opponent before. They usually fell easily. Him however, he stood. He took blow again and again, no matter how bloody either of them got. Her grip on the axe became slippery from the amount of blood that coated her. Her teeth grit, rushing forward to shoulder check the other off balance.
He stumbled a bit, and that's when she arced her axe, slamming it firmly into his stomach.
Even with a guttural howl of pain, his hand gripped his cleaver sharply. He would not let her win so easily. With one last burst of energy, the cleaver raised over his head in a blink of an eye, slamming it deep against her shoulder.
The roar of pain from a killer was never heard. Not like the annoyed grunts from whenever they dropped large wooden pallets on their head. This was different. Guttural. A sinking feeling dropped in everyone's stomach, too stunned or fearful to move from their spots.
Meg had already went and cleared her vault point seeing this, about to rush forward. But her survivor companions had all dog piled her, keeping her down lest she also be killed.
"Let me go! LET ME GO!" cried the runner, vainly trying to yank herself out of the iron grip of her companions who only stared down at her with sadness and sympathy.
Anna and Trapper glared at each other from their positions, locked in combat and locked by blades buried in meat. Trapper continued to look at her with what felt like full venom and vehemence. Too weak to move anymore. She effortlessly ripped herself away from him, the cleaver cozily buried deep up into her collarbone.
The world whistled in her ears as she stared at this lump in front of her. Hands burning, instincts fueling her. Vision blurred as she took ominous and heavy steps forward to the man now on his knees.
Her mind a mess and her adrenaline pumping for survival. Something she hadn't felt in a while. There was a man in her forest now. A soldier here kneeling in the snow in front of her.
And he had the audacity to breath.
Heavy ragged panting escaped her, gripping her axe tightly as she raised it over her head once more. But before she could bring about the final blow, the ground below them began to shake.
In an instant, black appendages burst from the ground, spiking the two killers were they stood. Her weapon slipped from her hands, eyes wide, looking down at the tentacle that so easily ripped through her and pinned her in place.
Her head lifted up, seeing Trapper in the same predicament.
The only scream that came was from Meg, watching as her lover had been skewered alive.
No one would believe that the Entity would punish the Killers. Wasn't this their playground?
Anna knelt to her knees, feeling black death consume her as blood cascaded out her body and onto the ground.
The doors instantly opened, and the world around them began to collapse.
The trial was over.
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I honestly saw this going one of two ways. The cute way in which Anna sabotages the other killers from hurting Meg in funny ways. Or the angst way, in which the Entity kills both killers as punishment and ends the trial prematurely.
Anna would find herself back in her home, but with added scars to remember why she was here in the first place.
I want to do the cute sabotage drabble too, but we all love some good angst <3
I saw your tags at the bottom of this and wanted to do a cute little follow up for you bc we cant end a MegAnna story without some fluff <3
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"Why! Why would you do something like that!?" was the shout that came from the familiar runner.
Meg paced back and forth inside of Anna's cabin, a nervous wreck after what she had just witnessed. But Anna was partially listening. She was remembering back to the trial. Every forceful blow. Every heated cut and stab. Her mind absentmindedly went to her torso, gritting her teeth to hide a wince at what had finally did her in.
She died.
She felt her heart stop. She saw her blood flow in a torrential downpour across the dead earth of the farm. Her mother always said that death was just a gateway to the next life. In which they would find each other again. But that was not true here. Not in the Entity's world.
No, instead she was brought back here. Reborn and remolded from the darkness and slick of shadow. But the Lording creature of this world did not do her the courtesy of healing her wounds before sending her back. So she sat in her chair. Trying to pay attention to Meg, and also feeling her mind slipping off elsewhere.
"Hello? Are you listening?" the redhead frowned, arms folded across her chest as she stood in front of the foreboding woman.
It was only then that Anna turned her head, blinking away damning thoughts before finally settling on her lover. It made her shoulders sag in relief, seeing that she had been relatively untouched. Slowly, a large hand reached forward, gently caressing the other's cheek. It only made Meg's frown deepen, reaching up to pet the other's hand and lean into her touch. "Why did you do that..."
"To keep you safe"
That earned her a scoff.
"Anna, you cant keep me safe" the other responded, her nose and cheeks turning red as she tried her hardest to hold back tears. Her eyes locked onto the larger woman in front of her, still leaning into her touch.
"But he would have killed you"
"I've died THOUSANDS of times!" Meg shouted, tears she'd been holding back finally cascading down her face. It made Anna blink in surprise.
"I have been killed and killed again! My bones are broken on a daily basis! My LUNGS were exposed once! I know what it's like to die, Anna. I'm not scared of it. But YOU!" she pointed a finger at the hole the Entity lovingly left her.
"You didnt deserve any of this!" it came out in a choked sob. "I didnt want you to have to experience that! I didnt what would have happened! And now, n-now- I-" her words fumbled over her tongue as emotion finally swept through her.
Seeing her lover like that, limp and lifeless on the floor. She didnt know if Anna would come back like the rest of them did. No one knew what would happen if a Killer died. No one has ever seen one die. And the minute they returned to camp after that trial, Meg sprinted all the way here. Not caring who or what saw her.
And when she opened the door to find Anna and not an empty home, she wanted to collapse into tears right there. But she didnt. She wanted to be strong. For her love. Now here she was, sobbing loudly into her Huntress's chest, body wracked in wails. The large woman tenderly wrapped her arms around the young woman. Her hands reaching up, tossing the mask carelessly onto the table beside them. Her heart ached, hearing the other cry for her.
"Please do not cry... I am here" cooed the Russian, rubbing up and down at the other's back soothingly.
"I will always be here for you, Lisichka" Lisichka. Her little nickname for Meg. It managed to calm her down some, arms reaching up to wrap themselves around the large frame of the muscled woman. Her head rested against her chest absentmindedly, only for Anna to flinch slightly in response.
It made Meg quickly pick her head back up.
"Oh! Sorry" her eyes dropped down to the other's wounds with a frown.
There was a silence in the air between them before small and gentle fingers reached up, tugging at the thick and course shirt from the other woman. Anna could only give Meg a confused look as the woman began tugging the shirt from the hem of her waistline.
"Here, let me help you"
The Huntress didnt know what to think. Whatever wounds she had, she normally took care of herself.
She gave Meg an inquisitive stare, but did not resist the other slowly helping her out of her clothing. It was slow, and painful. Meg was careful and delicate in the process, gently removing the article's of clothing to expose the other's skin. Not long after, the Huntress remained topless in her chair as Meg began to prepare bandages and rags.
"I hope you dont mind, I'm going to clean you up a bit. Okay?" she picked her eyes up to the other, who only stared at her in response.
Her love was gentle with her touch. Avoiding any painful pressure and navigating her way over the wounds with such finesse, the Russian could have sworn she was never injured. Brown eyes looked down, staring lovingly at the other who did her best to clean and patch up the horrid wounds she suffered.
Something was compelling in this moment. She couldnt place her thoughts on it. In the dim light of the house, illuminated by the fireplace. Meg looked so beautiful. Ever doting on her, The Huntress, who was well capable of handling herself. The cold air touched her exposed skin, but it didnt matter, nor did she notice, as all her mind seemed to be consumed by the little fox in front of her.
Meg had reached forward, trying to apply a salve onto the other. But large hands gently cupped hers, making the runner lift her head up in confusion. All she was met with was a longing and yearning stare from the other woman. It made the color rush to her cheeks, shyly looking away.
"I need to apply the salve, you know..."
"I know" was all Anna said, gently reaching up to cup her lover's cheek in her palm.
Once again, Meg leaned into the touch, finally returning the other's gaze. It made Anna's stomach sing and rumble, seeing the other's blue eyes rest on her own. Her body acted on it's own, closing the distance between them for a kiss.
It was soft and heavenly. She will never get tired of it, sparks illuminating in her gut. She did it again, and again. Meeting the other's lips over and over in the fire light of the cabin. Hushed kisses and fire crackling the only sound.
And soft kisses turned more bold, deeper. Feeling the brush of a tongue against her lover's lips. Meg's arms slowly wrapped themselves around the other's neck, feeding more into the kiss as it deepened. Anna's arms wrapped snugly around her waist before the two of them pulled back for air.
Meg rested her forehead against the Russian's eyes closed and cheeks bright. Soft panting left her, lips so close to the others.
"Anna" the other breathed against her. "I love you"
The Huntress lifted her head up, catching the other's lips once more.
"I love you too, Lisichka" it came as a whisper, lips brushing against the other's with every word.
They may not be able to leave the Entity's realm, but at least they were here together.
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MMMMMMMMMMM I LOVE writing me some GOOD SOUP. Some GOOD GAY SOUP. Love these two. I hope you like this ending <3
