Elliot had never done anything half this brave in his life, although it didn't take him long to regret his brief moment of altruism as the towering, gnarled beast of a man turned glowing eyes onto him rather than the stranger struggling with his leg in a trap. Eli winced as he eyed the iron teeth digging into flesh, but he couldn't spare the seconds to help as the mountain of muscle barreled towards him, that blade held high and ready to strike him down. He shouldn't have left the safety of the campfire, but he'd needed to know, needed to see what this creature looked like. And now that he knew he was no longer alone out here, at least for now . . .<br/><br/>But there was no time as the killer rushed forwards. Terrified, Eli ran, not daring to look back as he heard the heavy breathing closing in from behind. A loud chime echoed through the trees, lights coming on in the distance, but he was far too busy running for his life to give them a second thought. Spotting a window in the distance, oddly placed in the bare bones of a structure, he gunned for it, feeling a rush of wind at his back as the beast swung his blade, but blessedly missed.<br/><br/>That dreaded red light had returned, lighting the ground at his feet as his heart raced.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff"><i>The window. Just make it to the window.</i> </span>However, that blade didn't miss a second time. Pain erupting from his back with a sickening crunch, Eli cried out as the momentum of the blow sent him reeling forward. Somehow he stayed on his feet, reached the window and began to vault his way through it.<br/><br/>But a strong hand grabbed at the neck of his jacket, pulling him backwards in his attempts to escape.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff"><i>Nononononoooo</i>.</span>He'd been caught. This was the end for him, surely. Dream or no dream, this felt entirely too real as the killer hauled him onto his shoulder and began to carry him away. To where, Eli could only imagine as he flailed, images of torture chambers and dungeons flitting through his mind.<br/><br/>However, it seemed none of those things was the killer's intention as Eli felt himself being lifted up and then down as pain exploded from his shoulder, a sharp, rusted hook piercing through his muscle like butter. He was unable to hold back the agonized scream that ripped from his throat as his hands grabbed futilely at the hook, unable to do anything aside from suffer the pain of his own body weight fighting against flesh and bone. This was no dream. He was going to die here in this hellish place. That much he knew.