<div style="text-align: center">Pain erupted from Eli's shoulder once more as his movements were too slow to escape the banshee's blade from above. Gritting his teeth, he cradled the damaged arm and let his feet carry him away as quickly as they would move. He didn't know where Nea was. He didn't know where Jake had sprinted off to. All he knew was the nurse was on his heels again and he didn't to be the next one hanging from a hook. He stumbled through the window of a tiny shack, hearing the killer's bloodlust not far behind as she closed in within second, phasing through the walls of the small shed like they weren't even there and cutting him off. Groaning in pain, his adrenaline kicked in and he dodged to the right . . . only for his heart to skip a beat as his feet found no purchase and stumbled down a flight of stairs. <br/>
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Fighting to stand, Eli took in the odd glow of the basement he'd fallen into. And right in the center, as if mocking his futile destiny, were four meat hooks set upon a thick column. Waiting for him. With nowhere to go, Eli screamed as red fell over his shoulders once again and he felt that all-too-familiar blade slice through him like butter. With his face lying upon the splintered stairs, he listened to her wipe his blood from her saw with silent glee, disgust flowing through him. He then fought as the ghostly force lifted him to her shoulder, wheezing for air, and then his voice pierced the arena again as his flesh tore to make way for the hook he now hung from. The nurse was gone again in a blur and the pain was bearable, he found, if he didn't struggle. Or perhaps only the adrenaline in his veins had fooled him into thinking he could tolerate it. Recalling Jake hanging, not moving an inch, he did the same, praying someone might come for him in this dungeon. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Jake had sped off as soon as he'd seen the killer's attention was now on the new guy, heading to rescue the other new guy from his hook before the Entity gained enough strength to . . . </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#006600">"Idiot!" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">He shouted, watching the man struggle only to feed power the claws forming around him. They fed off of pain and despair, which included trying to free yourself from her grasp. Jake made it in time, lifting Carter from the hook and shaking his head. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#006600">"Don't ever fight the hook. Not unless you've got no other choice, got it? Not unless everyone else is gone. Now come on, let's heal you . . . "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> Eli's screams didn't go unnoticed, especially to Jake as he took note of the other's direction. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#006600">"The fucking basement!?"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> He cursed under his breath.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#006600"> "Oh this can't get much better." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Jake wasn't risking the basement. Not against the nurse. </span>​</div>