What Youāll Do - Full Version
So, with some major edits, a jazz approach to plot, and a shortened title, the survivor Mikey fic is finished and clocking in at a solid 15.4k words. You can read that here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18304493
Or, if you like, enjoy this little preview below:
You had only seen the rules broken once before. They were unspoken but strict, and you knew them all from the moment you awoke in this hell. No climbing onto roofs or in trees. No hiding for the entire trial. And perhaps the hardest to adhere to, no fighting back against the killer. That was the rule that you had come afoul to all that time ago, when you were too terrified to think of the consequences and took a swing at the Legion.
You werenāt as strong as a killer, but your attack had caught him off-guard, to the point of nearly throwing off his balance. For a moment you stared at each other, too stunned to make a move, as around you the air bristled with the Entityās discontent. Low whispers surrounded you, coming from all around, and you heard the Legion take a deep, shuddering breath. Barely able to contain his excitement.
The trial had erupted into a bloodbath. The Legion was upon you in a heartbeat, knife digging into your flesh with ferocity, over and over, far past the point where you would have died otherwise. No, you didnāt lose your consciousness until near every drop of blood was drained and your wounds had your insides turned out on the snow.
As far as you could tell, when the rules of a trial were broken, all bets were off. Making this selfless act of heroism David thought he was committing a hell waiting to break lose.
The chill in the air became piercing, low growls echoed through the trial as all other ambient noise ceased in the same instant. Michael was frozen on top of you, same as the Legion had been, as though he struggled to process this transgression. You tried your best to turn and look at him from where he held you, and to your surprise his eyes were on you. But not his focus. You watched as his head tilted to the side, brow furrowing as the growling whispers grew louder and louder. As though the Entity's gibberish was speaking to him.
"Did you hear me?" David shouted, blind to the shift in the air, the weight of his actions. "I said get your fat ass offa her!"
Petrified, you watched as Michael's eyes came back into focus. And with a chilling slowness that dried your throat and upturned your stomach, Michael's face broke out in a rare, malevolent grin.
