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The Shame Game	By : Aynine Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > FemSlash/Yuri - Female/Female Views: 3352 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Shame Game

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Chapter 7: Prey Animals

            Meg opened her eyes to the fog thinning until it was the unnatural mist hanging in the air of the trial. Shoots of bamboo sprang up around her, clustered together in tidy clusters around the structures. The Yamaoaka Estate was a gorgeous area of lush grass and old Japanese architecture. The house sat a short distance away to her right, but the flickering lights from a wooden enclosure immediately on her left drew her attention. She crept her way to the generator sitting inside the walls and started on the repairs. Clacking and whining from the machinery on the other side elicited a flinch, and she leaned around to find Nea working on it from the other side. The tagger noticed her and smiled, reaching up to offer a quick wave with a grease-covered hand. Meg hadn’t heard her approaching, but she took comfort in a familiar face being close by.

            “I didn’t even see you coming…”

            “I’m good at sneaking,” replied the tagger, just above the sounds of the generator, “but I have a hard time escaping the killer.”

            Meg focused and threw a quick glance around, studying the vicinity. “Check for your entrances and exits, and plan your escape route if the killer is coming. Your first priority is to break their line of sight on you, so they can’t tell what you’re going to do. Watch how they move to try and catch you. They’ll be expecting you to run a certain way, and you need to throw them off.” She froze as a familiar hum reached them, and the girls exchanged nervous glances as the Huntress’s song grew louder and louder. As the footsteps came, they bolted from the generator, and Meg headed towards the house. Steps trailed behind her and she gasped to find Nea right behind her.

            “I’m following you!” she said after catching up to her and gulping down air.

            “You’re going to get us both hooked!” cried the sprinter. “Split up!”

            A whistle on the wind came, and Meg dove to the side, hitting the grass hard. There was a crack and a shriek from Nea as she crumpled to the ground, crying out. The sprinter looked up to see her clutching a horrendous wound on her left arm. Blood oozed between her fingers, gushing down the rest of her arm. The tagger gave her an agonized look as she clenched her teeth. Meg leapt up and prepared to run, but Nea stumbled and moaned, her shirts and jeans running damp with blood on her left side.

            “Come on!” Meg pulled the tagger’s good arm over her shoulder, and wrapped one of her own around the tagger’s waist. “I’ve got you.” They hobbled through grass and among massive stones towards a thick cluster of bushes and bamboo. Crawling into the dark shadows of cover, she laid Nea out. As the Huntress drew near, she held a finger to her lips. “You’ve got to be quiet,” she whispered. The tagger nodded, but couldn’t stop her pained moans. With no other option left, Meg straddled Nea’s hips and leaned down to her, pressing her hands over the injured girl’s mouth while their noses were only a couple inches apart. Tears welled and ran down her red cheeks as they stared into one another’s eyes. Neither girl blinked or moved as the Huntress scoured the area for her prey, her husky breaths circling them just a few meters away, but after a couple of minutes, and a repaired generator, she gave up. As she trudged away, she muttered something under her breath, but the girls were too far to hear it. Meg removed her hands and slowly exhaled a deep breath, while the tagger unleashed a pained whine. “Sorry about that…”

            Nea shook her head, trying to force a smile, but it twisted into a wince as she clamped one eye shut. “It’s… alright. You saved us. Usually, I buy a girl dinner and some drinks before she ends up on my lap.” She managed a small grin through her pain.

            The sprinter ignored her and tore a sleeve from her jacket and wrapped it around the wounded arm, pulling it tight and tying it. “This should stop the bleeding for now.” She helped her up and they exited the bushes in time to hear Ace wail in the distance. They made their way towards a generator by the killer’s shack, but the Huntress was nearing. The savage woman roared as she brought down her axe, and Dwight bellowed his pain nearby, scurrying further away with the Huntress in pursuit. With a battle cry, the savage woman slung a hatchet at the temp, striking him down with a brutal hit. Meg turned and discerned his location, waiting until he was picked up. “I’ll go get him,” she said, turning to Nea. “You find a—” The tagger was gone. Damn it…

            She moved towards a nearby generator as Dwight wailed from his hook, wincing as his cries filled her thoughts. The pain he felt and endured, and the suffering he accumulated; it all weighed on Meg’s heart. With a deep breath, she steadied her hands and started on a generator inside an enclosure. A trash can crackled with a lively fire nearby, muddling her hearing. After a couple minutes, the generator was nearly repaired. She stood up and noticed Dwight was still on a hook. However, he was rescued just in time for Ace to go down. This isn’t going well, she thought grimly. Pivoting back to the generator, she noticed a candle burning inside of a skull. This should demoralize her. Slowly, she disassembled the totem and snuffed out the candle, breaking the totem down. A thunderous boom thickened the air briefly, and she took a breath of relief. Dwight unleashed an anguished cry as he was struck in the distance, and Meg realized her folly. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! I’m so sorry, Dwight! The temp had been cut down with vicious force as the Haunted Ground suffocated the air.

            Nea returned, stumbling over to the generator as the repairs completed, hastily producing a medkit. “Here. Patch me up and we can save them both.” The tagger extended her wounded arm, clenching her teeth as Meg removed the makeshift tourniquet. Gauze was wound over the wound and taped off, and the tagger smiled at her. “Kiss it and make it better?”

            The sprinter arched a brow and narrowed her eyes on her. “Now’s not the time, Nea…” She received a disappointed frown before they stood up. Nodding to one another, they split and went for different hooks. As Meg dashed to Dwight, she arrived to find him fighting off the tendrils. The huntress seemed to be occupied elsewhere, and she quickly took him down.

            “Ah, Meg… I’m sorry about making fun of you before.” He wheezed and loosed a blood-speckled cough.

            “Don’t worry about it. Follow me.” They hurried across the estate, weaving between rocks and through bamboo until they reached the enclosure again. The hum of the huntress could be heard while she quickly triaged her comrade’s wounds. Two hatchets hit the enclosure, the second flying through a window and wedging into the wall above the sprinter’s head. Her heart skipped a beat, and Nea dove through the window, Ace howling in the distance as the crunch of the entity’s final grasp pulling him into the nether.

            “I couldn’t save him,” Nea called to them. “Just run!” She surged past and away, and the Huntress stepped through the window, a grin on her lips and a hatchet ready. The remaining two burst out of the enclosure, and the hatchet embedded into the wall by Meg’s head as she ran with all of the speed she could muster.

            Panting, she looked over shoulder as the others were running ahead of her. Everyone looked back in unison as the huntress cocked another hatchet. Dwight rushed ahead, and Nea dove to the ground while Meg dodged out of the way. The temp tried to duck behind a wall, but he wasn’t quick enough and the hatchet sailed into his back. He cried out and his arms flailed uselessly along the wall as he hit it and slid off, crashing onto the grass and groaning. Meg helped Nea to her feet and they darted the opposite way, seeking cover in an overgrowth of grass and bamboo. They crouched down and panted as they could hear the temp being thrown onto a meat hook and claimed by the entity. The girls closed their eyes as his last anguished wails dissipated.

            “Now what?” Meg asked, her face sagging with the fatigue and grimness of the situation.

            The tagger produced a key and smiled. “I found this earlier. We can still make it if we repair another generator.”

            “I’m sure Ace and Dwight were both working on one. If you can find it and finish it, I’ll look for the hatch and come get you.”

            Meg caught her breath and nodded. “Alright. Please be careful, though.”

            “Aww… Don’t worry, I’ll get us out of here.” She winked, and the sprinter nodded in return. Dashing away, she turned back to see Nea sneaking in a different direction, keeping to the shadows.

            She moved towards a rear corner of the trial, passing by the killer’s shack and beyond another wooden enclosure. Near several boulders she could hear the sickly chugging of the generator. The huntress’s hum hadn’t come on this side of the trial since she’d moved there. Concentrating, she furiously repaired the generator, bringing it bustling to life. However, as soon as it powered up the tagger shrieked in the distance. No! I’m coming, Nea! Damn it, one of us will make it out of here alive! Heading in the direction of the screams, the two girls nearly slammed into each other, but Nea grabbed her arm and pulled her along. Looking behind her, Meg could see the Huntress chasing after.

            “Where’s the hatch!?” Meg cried while running beside her.

            “I don’t know! She found me first!”

            God damn it! The Huntress raised a hatchet, and hurled it their way. Meg pushed the tagger out of the way and took the hit, the grizzly blade slicing across her right calf. She cried out and collapsed to the ground. Nea stared at her, her eyes wide as she stared at the wound. “Just go and save yourself!”

            The tagger sprang up and grabbed her, carrying her like Meg had done earlier. They hobbled forward as quick as Nea could take them, sometimes forcing the sprinter to drag her wounded leg. “Come on, Meg. We’re getting out of here!” They burst into a wooden enclosure and found the hatch door. “I told you!” Nea fumbled for the key, and the Huntress was no longer humming. Meg flopped onto the ground beside the hatch, and as the tagger reached for the lock, a hatchet hit it and bounced off. Shrieking, the key fell into the grass. Nea cried out and picked it up, reaching out one more time, but the axe came down over her arms, the blade digging into the grass until the haft was resting over the earth; Nea was pinned, and the key fell onto the door.

            Meg watched as the tagger despaired, and she resigned herself to death and rested her head on the grass, her eyes on the two before her. We were so close… She moaned while Nea whimpered, watching as the savage woman kicked the key away into the grass.

            “I’m sorry, Meg,” Nea blubbered, tears forming in her eyes. “I really tried…”

            “It’s… It’s okay, Nea.” The sprinter tried to crawl towards the key as Nea was grabbed by the waist of her pants and hoisted onto the woman’s shoulder. The Huntress slipped her axe into her belt and grabbed Meg with her other hand, placing her onto her other shoulder. Meg took a deep breath and prepared to struggle with all of her remaining strength, but she could feel the thick muscles of the woman’s arms tense around her torso. It was all over now; their last chance to escape death failed.
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