So much blood. Too much blood. Never in his life had Eli seen anything like this. Sure, he'd never been hacked into with a bone saw before, but he was sure even still that he'd never bleed this badly back in the waking world. He left a thick trail in his wake, his life dripping onto the grass and then the pavement as he finally made it to the safety of what looked to be an old iron foundry, it's ceiling towering above him as he leaned heavily on a thick rusted pipe for support. Eli wasn't sure if the nurse had followed him or not as he heard her shrieking and darting through the air, all he knew was that he needed to find help before he bled out. Could he even bleed out here? As he took in the puddle growing at his feet, he decided it wouldn't be wise to stand here uselessly and test the theory. Limping towards the sound of the generator as it plugged away, he hoped someone would be here. He tried to call out their names, Carter, Nea! But the only sound that escaped him was a pained whimper.<br/><br/>Eli's heart did a back flip in his chest as the generator suddenly discharged loudly. He flinched as a figure moved quickly towards him through the sparks, only to feel ridiculous when he recognized the man as Carter, but Eli was on high alert from the adrenaline in his veins, on edge and ready to dart off at the slightest sign<i><b>she</b></i>was coming back to finish the job.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">Fuck, there could be more than one of those monsters here. </span></i>Before he knew what was happening there were hands on him, Carter's . . . and Nea's. But Eli could really only focus on Carter's, large and warm upon his shoulder. And soothing to his nerves despite his injuries.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">Eli, don't. </span></i>Don't what? He knew himself, and what Eli knew was that Carter was the type of guy he could fall for all too easily. Therefore, Carter was the type of guy he probably stay away from. And yet . . .<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff"><i>Forget it, just focus on getting out of this fucking place.</i></span>He allowed Nea to guide him to his knees, bracing himself on the pavement as he knelt to the sounds of tape being torn and the sting of gauze being pressed into his wound, staunching the bloodflow. Nea was speaking softly, teaching the other how to bandage Eli's shoulder and, even though Carter's touches were unpracticed as a jolt of pain bolted through him, it took only a few minutes for Eli's heavy breathing to ease. The blood slowed finally, the pain all but gone and Eli's quiet groans with it.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff"> "Thanks,"</span>he managed, watching the two go back to placing cogs in place within the generator. Eli followed suit, more able to concentrate now without his injuries . . . without a spectral harlot zooming around him. And without Carter hovering over him.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">"Jake, he . . . he blinded her with something and she dropped me like a rock. She nearly put me one of those damned hooks,"</span>he looked to Nea for confirmation, wanting to know if he could learn this skill as well so that maybe he could return the favor some day.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">"But Jake must have been waiting for her."</span>He owed the other man one, for sure, especially as he heard Jake cry out in pain very much like Eli had done when the nurse's weapon fell upon him. He looked out into the distance, feeling sympathy for the young man who'd more or less taken the heat off so Eli could escape.<br/><br/>The generator was loud now, its pistons pumping away as if they might fly off soon and Eli wondered how fast it would go before it powered up. Surely soon . . . His fingers fumbled and the machine exploded in his face, gears tumbling away.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">"Shit! Sorry,"</span>he gave his companions an apologetic look. He needed to pay more attention to the generator, not the shrieking killer lusting for Jake's blood all around them.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fvignette.wikia.nocookie.net%2Fdeadbydaylight%2Fimages%2F3%2F34%2FRuin_perk.png%2Frevision%2Flatest%3Fcb%3D20170118203719&amp;hash=36eda49f5d718da3a9214aff432cccca" title="latest">
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</div></div>A part of Jake slightly regretted making his presence known to the nurse as her blade sliced into him, his movements to slow as he feinted to the left then back to right before stunning her with a heavy pallet. Her blow sent him reeling into a wall before he could regain his balance, but he didn't falter, predicting she would blink to the other side and swing for him again. And so he doubled back, tricking her yet again. A part of him did regret making his presence known, but a part of him also enjoyed this. He'd been at this game long enough to garner pleasure from it. Perhaps Jake was a bit too cocky as he knew she would inevitably catch him regardless of experience and skill. But time was the most important thing in this macabre arena. If he could waste her time, stall long enough for the others to get them one step closer to powering the escape gates, then he'd accomplished his goal.<br/><br/>Speaking of which, as he twirled to hide behind a lightly pumping generator, attempting to patch himself up quickly, a light flashed in the distance as one machine came to life fully. With a grin, he quickened his pace, binding his own side as best he could. Having someone else heal you was always more efficient but Jake was a loner here for the most part. He'd do his part, of course, rescue those who needed it, power of the generators, piss the monsters off with his flashlight . . . but in the end he was number one. He knew the nurse could see him. She could always see him, smelled a single drop of blood in the air like a shark at sea. But perhaps he'd heal himself back up before she made it close enough to be a threat. He counted her blinks. One. Two. Three. Expecting her to pause and regain her powers, he continued to patch himself up.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#006600">Aaaaalmost finished. Juuust a little... </span><br/><br/>Four. The bitch blinked a fourth time, this one bringing her right to his side and her swing sending him into the grass with a growl of pain. Frustration rumbled through him as she lifted him to her shoulder and, seeing a hook just a few meters away, Jake didn't even bother fighting the inevitable tip of the hook waiting for him, glinting in the moonlight like a wink from an old friend. Try as he might, while Jake could always hold back his moans of pain when injured, the hook was different, piercing through muscle and bone completely as he was lowered onto it, his scream filling the night sky.<br/><br/>And there he hung, watching the nurse zoom away presumably to torture someone else for a bit. Jake only hoped that, if it were Nea she had her eyes on, one of the new guys had the sense to come and pull him down from here.