Dead by Daylight: The Huntress' Instinct

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An ear-splitting shriek cracks through the cold, foggy air, distracting me from my work on the damaged machinery before me, my eyes looking away for just a moment out of pure reaction only for a thunderous boom of sparks to burst in my face. My arms raised quickly to shield myself from the flash and I feel metal debris bounce off of my arms... The generator is still operational. I need to make up for the lost time from this little fuck up and hope someone else can help the young woman who was just impaled on one of many damnable hooks around this ghostly junk yard.

I'm so close. I can't help her now. I'm in so much pain from being hooked. Fight through the sensory chills creeping up your spine from the feeling of grinding rust in your fingers, I tell myself. Four down, just this last one and...

With a spark between the wires I hold in my fingers, the generator roars to life and the humming of the doors to my right and behind me in the distance can be heard. Adrenaline shoots through my veins and my legs quiver as I stand up straight. There are three of us left, if I can-

Another shriek fills the air followed by a sudden silence. Several yards ahead, I look to the sky as a spindly claw descends, then raises up again, carrying the young woman to oblivion. A wave of pressure blasts toward me, around me, right through me, nearly knocking me off of my feet, but I remain steadfast, even with my injury that to nurse with my hand, and then all goes still.

- there are two of us left. 

Need to move, I urge myself as I pick up my foot and set it ahead, the other follows and I'm moving quickly, until I stop, dead in my tracks. 

A melody faintly echoes around me and my head swivels back and forth, trying to pinpoint where it is coming from, but all I see are junked cars with the decaying remains of people jutting out of them. The song grows louder, the gentle, almost motherly hum of a woman in a rabbit mask. I back myself against a wall and get low as I catch a glimpse of her. Tall, strong, a thin black veil billowing behind her head, a large, bloody axe in her clutches.

I don't blink. I need to watch what she is doing and I prepare to run while she inspects the area around the generator I'd just fixed, but the ache in my shoulder is causing blood to pool at my feet. I begin to let out a groan of agony, but slap my hands over my mouth to stifle it, fighting my eyes not to clinch shit as every muscle in my face tightens.

She pauses, her head perking up and turning slightly, as though she means to face her ear in the direction of a sound. She doesn't move. What almost feels like a lifetime goes by in a few brief moments and she continues on her way. Her melody begins to fade and I remove my hand to release a hard exhale, my eyes clamping shut as the warmth of tears builds up in them. 

Gotta keep moving. I blink and start moving again, occasionally looking around as I scale the shack beside me, heading to the nearest door in the opposite direction that the killer went. It was then that a bespectacled man ran out from around the corner a bit ahead of me, shaking his head and pointing to my right, ahead of him, with urgency. Something was wrong, but before I had a moment to process what that could be, the ringing of metal whizzing through the air collided with the man's back, knocking him forward and clear off of his feet to the ground. 

I stumbled back and fell on my ass, my eyes wide open as he twitched and looked to me, reaching out to me with desperation.

And then, the song. That goddamned song.

The Huntress appeared from around the same corner and placed her foot on the small of the man's back, preventing him from moving. She stood still, staring at me for a just a moment, then hoisted the man with relative ease over her shoulder. He struggled and fought with all he could..

It wasn't enough. He cried out as the Huntress violently speared him onto a nearby hook for... I wasn't sure how many times this made, but I watched as appendages like spider legs appeared around the hook and stabbed into the man's chest, draining him of life. The same claw came from above, and he was gone...

I was alone...

The Huntress watched the horrific spectacle as well, her head tilted back as she gazed after the claw into the sky until it faded out of existence... And then her gaze snapped back in my direction. She raised her axe and tapped it in her palm as she began towards me.

No, not now. Not like this. I'd survived too many of these... trials, to go this way. I wasn't ready... But it was up to my reflexes, an injured man, against this fine-tuned murderer who strode briskly towards me through the heavy fog. 

I scrambled to my feet and vaulted over the sill of an empty window in the wall, into the small building, landing with a light thud on the hardwood floor. A bizarre series of whispers emanates from somewhere in the dimly lit room and in the corner opposite to the one nearest to me, I spot an odd trap door with a dark mist pooling around it. Is this a way out? I ponder only for a moment - I have to do something...

It is then that I hear an object blow past my head, hardly an inch away, so close I can feel the air moving around it, a small hatchet clanging into the stone wall in front of my. I look over my shoulder at the window, but no one is there.

Amatuer mistake.

"UNGH!", I grunt as my eyes shoot open, the breath is forced from my lungs as the sharp impact of a sharpened wedge catches me in my back, narrowly missing the length of my spine beside my shoulder blade. I drop to my knees and look over my shoulder in terror, the woman standing in the doorway with her hand outstretched, as she'd just thrown the hatchet. 

I glance at her feet, seeing a wooden pallet blocking her way... I have moments and I can not waste them. I begin dragging myself forward, a trail of blood like a fucked up snail smearing on the floor in my path, my vision beginning to blur. I can hear the cracking of breaking wood behind me. She's entered the building. My hand reaches out and I can feel the cold tingle of the black mist emanating from it...

Just like that, I'm off the floor and my chest is uncomfortably draped over the woman's shoulder. The image of the hatch shrinks and is obscured from view as she exits the shack. I go limp over her shoulder, groaning, defeated. 

We lost. I was as good as dead. I was afraid, I wasn't ready, but if it meant the end of this nightmare, a small sense of peace could be found...

I grunted and braced myself as I felt The Huntress lifting me from her shoulder, expecting the burning sting of a rusty hook to be the next thing I felt. Instead, I fell with a hard thud onto the ground below, which made me groan and arch my back for a moment, but the Huntress' foot kicked me into my front and I yelped as her hatchet was suddenly torn from my flesh and tossed aside. 

Turning me back over, I blinked up at her towering above me, my blue eyes meeting the enigmatic, gleaming black orbs behind that white bunny mask. Her lips turned into what almost looked like a smile as a cloud of steam puffed from out of her mouth on an exhale. Her axe fell flat to our side. She dropped to her knees, one on either side of me, her elbows planting beside me as well as she leaned down. Her hand, which I couldn't tell if were filthy or frostbitten, gripped my chin. 

My brows lowered and my lids widened as she jerked me head side to side, her eyes scanning over me, giving me a bizarre inspection. With a hum, she leaned up and quietly cooed in a raspy voice, "Da.". 

Da..? Was that Russian? Her cold grip released my face and trailed down my body, where they began tugging at my pants. 

"Wh-..!?", I began, leaning my head up in disbelief, "W-... What are you-...!?". My hands weakly reached down only to me swatted away again and again, until she caught both of my hands by the fingers in one of her own and bent my fingers in her absurdly strong grip. In the blink of an eye, she held a hatchet at my throat and a feral growl rumbled in her chest.

"A-ah...", I swallow hard and my hands shakily raise up like I'm being placed under arrest and she holds the sharp edge in place, I can feel it just barely breaking my skin. For a moment she holds there to make a point, but her attention is caught my the ground beginning to tremble below us. Around us, the surface behind to split, a sickly light coming from the cracks. The trial went on for too long. The area was beginning to collapse.

"Der'mo...", The Huntress huffed as she tossed the hatchet aside and now started to unceremoniously tear at my clothing. I look over at the hatchet and my fingers attempt to crawl my hand to it, my fingers stretching out, but it's just out of reach...

"Haa...", The feral woman huffed above me, her chest heaving, "Poroda... Poroda...", she panted with a bizarre urgency, yanking down my briefs and running her cold, rough hands wildly over my soft member, like she didn't know what to do with it.

"W-wait..!", I said weakly, my eyes struggling to stay open as I winced from the violent sensation on the sensitive flesh between my legs. My mind would be racing if it weren't going blank from blood loss, and if this woman was trying to get something, she would find the same problem. She was hurting me, but I could not fight. I was so tired...

Frustrated, Huntress roared and took a hatchet from her belt, raised her arm and threw it straight downwards... Right into the ground beside my head. My heart jolted to life and my eyes shot open, looking over at the ace that was too close for comfort. "Ungh...", I groaned, as that seemed to get what blood was left in me pumping again and she stroked my slowly inflating appendage, still too hard, dry, and it hurt even more, like the skin was about to tear. 

Her body pulled back and she leaned down, her lips and tongue running up and down it like an animal would lick a wound. My legs began to twitch as a reaction but she immediately held them down, pinning me there. I tried to lean up to stop her, but the pain in my back made it impossible to raise my torso even an inch, all I could do was whine helplessly as she violated me for a reason I could not fathom as the world was falling apart around us. This was not how I expected to die.

I felt her move back over me, her hand reaching under her skirt to grip my, by some miracle, stiff organ and begin grinding the tip against flesh covered in uncomfortably coarse hair. Again, my legs shifted and I writhed, trying to get free, but to no avail, until she found her way and guided herself down onto me, using her weight to push through her dry folds,t pulling my skin as she did, until she sat up on my hips with me planted all the way inside of her. 

"Wh-...", I tried to say, feeling the muscular woman's warm insides hugging me like they could cut off the circulation, "Why are you-...", I couldn't manage a sentence. I was too weak and the sensations of pain and pleasure were pushing my brain to the absolute extreme. Again, all I could think about was that soon, this nightmare would just end, for better or worse. 

A deep, breathy moan escaped the Huntress as she began to wildly buck her hips up and down on top of me, slamming down again and again with a loud clap. Her hands rested on my chest for a moment, which made me draw in a sharp inhale from the pain it cause in my back, but she soon after took my hands and placed them on her breasts over her layered clothing. She puppeted my fingers, trying to get me to squeeze, but I didn't have the strength. I wouldn't willingly give in to this murderer's demands, either.

With frustration, she swatted my hands off of her chest and looked around as she rode with the same ferocity, her canal scraping up and down around me, her breathing becoming less steady, whining like she was going into a panic, seeing the cracks growing and emitting a more threatening light, the tremors below my back increasing in intensity.

It was then that I felt a tensing in my shaft, involuntarily, I was having a climax drawn from me and I could do nothing to prevent it. My hand shot up to grab at her, but she stopped me with a strong grip on my wrist, her reflex fast as lightning, until I groaned and she slammed her hips down once more, feeling me pulse and contract inside her, coating her insides with thick semen. 

She let out a small laugh as she began to grind her hips, extracting every last drop from me, until she stood up, leaving me to fall heavily and limply from her, her long skirt falling back into place. My vision was blurry, but I saw her pick up her large axe and hold it in her hands above me... But she didn't swing. Instead, she lifted me once more.

My vision was going black. I could feel motion, but not comprehend where we were going. I was dying and this woman was playing with me like I was a toy... My eyes opened as I felt the sensation of weightlessness, seeing the out of focus image of that bunny mask shrinking as I fell into pitch black... But that song reached my ears once more.

...

"NGAH!", I shouted with a violent twitch as my back arched and my hands and feet scrambled to find solid Earth below me.

"Hey! Hey, hey! Easy!", A male voice said as I felt weight pressed onto my shoulders to hold me in place. "His legs, get his legs-", and soon, my legs stopped moving as they were held. 

My breathing was quick and unsteady, my eyes darted back and forth to see three other people around me, one that I recognized in a pair of glasses. 

"Y-You...!", I started as the other two looked at him, "I... You're dead, I... I watched you... You died!".

There was silence for a moment. "You were in a trial with him.", A female voice said, a pretty young redhead with braided hair. 

The man in glasses adjusted them in his nose and huffed. "Damn...", He said quietly. "Glad you made it out.", He added with a smile.

"Relax, soldier.", The other man holding my shoulders down said. I looked up at him, he was old, had a white beard and a beret on his head. "You're safe for now. We all are. Well, safe as safe can be.", He said in a rough, but assuring tone.

I looked over at the warm glow next to me. A familiar fire crackled feet away from us, a few logs set up around it, surrounded by trees and... Nothing. Slowly, I calmed. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, but I was no longer in pain. I could see, feel and breathe... Had I died, or did I make it out of my last trial..?

"It'll be quiet for a while, until the fog comes...", The girl said, slowly, hesitantly letting my leg go, and then sitting back on her feet, her knees in front of her. 

"If you died...", I asked the man in glasses, "How are you here..?", I leaned up on my elbows, staring at him.The three looked around at each other, realizing that I was relatively new to this. 

"It...", He started, taking his glasses off, "... It seems like there's a lot we need to explain...".