#medkit and chainsaw sitting in a tree

[gildartsbf]

got nobody to bonk heads with em so I grab Medkit instead

[queenevaine]

Another request for a lovely anon!

Ace always refused to let things get him down.  He was clever enough to turn any situation in his favor, and always come out the victor in the end.  Even in the muck and swamp with the Pale Rose stuck in it, he had a plan.  Using the boat as a vantage point, Ace looked over the swamp, spotting a figure with mallet and chainsaw, wearing a yellow smock.  He was officially known as The Cannibal, but all the others called him Leatherface.  The Hag was a cannibal too, and it didn’t take long to figure that out.  

The chainsaw was always intimidating, especially with how he swung it around wildly, but he was all too easy to avoid.  He wasn’t a particularly mobile Killer.  Not like the Hillbilly, who also had a chainsaw and sledgehammer.  He’d feel bad, if Leatherface wasn’t trying to bash his skull in constantly.  He started working on the generator on the boat, as a generator lit up.  Someone brought a brand new part.  This trial would be a piece of cake.  

He listened for his heartbeat and the heavy footfalls as he worked on the generator.  The best way to handle Leatherface was to never get caught.  Another generator lit up, making his smile grow wider.  This is almost too easy.  But Ace wouldn’t pass up a free victory.  The boat’s siren blared loudly, starting all the nearby crows.  Ace took the opportunity to wade into the marsh, weaving between cattails.  Of course, he didn’t want to leave empty handed.  

The basement, for all it’s eeriness and unsettling decor, tended to hold a chest with very nice things inside.  At least, for Ace that was the norm.  He bounded down the steps, heading to the chest and digging through it.  He stood and pulled the medkit out, looking through it quickly to admire it and the badge on its front.  Nice medkit, should last a while.  He quietly walked back upstairs as his heart pounded.  Just in time to get this, too.  Leatherface stood at the stop of the stairs, glaring down at him.  Another generator lit up, but still Leatherface didn’t move.

“Someone’s a little bitter, huh?”  

He knew he shouldn’t be taunting a behemoth with a chainsaw and sledgehammer, but he couldn’t help it.  Things were going to end well, and he knew it.  If the Killer wasn’t upset before, he was most certainly angry now as he stormed down the steps to swing the hammer.  Ace sprinted past him, bolting up the stairs with a fancy new medkit in hand.  The last generator powered on, and Ace made his way to one of the gates.  

Leatherface was surely behind him, but he could dodge with pallets and fallen trees in the swamp.  He looked over his shoulder, turning to run to the nearest set of trees and pallets.  Leatherface was closer than he should be, meaning the Entity’s influence was involved.  The last thing Ace wanted now was to get hit.  Every second, the heavy footfalls seemed to be getting faster and faster.  

Ace jumped over the fallen tree, making a desperate dash for the exit gate.  He brushed past cattails, hoping to confuse Leatherface just enough to make it to the now open gate in the distance.  

The smashing pain in his ribs sent him sprawling to the ground.  He grinned despite the pain; he’d be able to get free before any hooks could be reached.  He was too close to the exit gate to be completely forgotten now.  Ace held himself up with his arms, eyes on the behemoth standing above him.  Leatherface never moved to pick him up, instead twirling the sledgehammer in his hands and striking Ace’s skull.  

Blood quickly started forming and running his face.  He was lucky that his sunglasses didn’t shatter, or that his skull had caved in from the hit.  Small mercies he was thankful for.  He heard the revving of the chainsaw, the sound echoing in his head.  He couldn’t see out of his left eye from blood running over it.  He saw the chainsaw lifted in the air, then suddenly drop as Leatherface roared in pain.  

“Fuck off, will ya?!”  

David’s voice was a relief.  Ace rubbed his forehead, getting to his feet as David wrestled for the sledgehammer in Leatherface’s hands.  He ran to the door, David delivering a last punch before turning to run to the exit.  He grabbed Ace’s arm, nearly dragging him along.  

“Move it, sunshine!”  

Behind them, Leatherface roared with fury.  They ran into the fog, David’s grip on Ace’s arm unrelenting until they got to the campfire.  Ace unceremoniously collapsed by the fire, still grinning at his loot this trial.  David knelt down, grabbing Ace’s collar and pulling his face close.

“Th’fuck runs through that thick fuckin’ skull of yours?”  

The sudden movement made Ace’s head pound.  He grabbed David’s wrists, grinning with an unintentional wink.  

“Being lucky as ever.  You see what I brought back?”  

“I don’t give a shit about some dumb kit over your fuckin’ life!”  

The shouting in his face was not helping the developing headache.  He couldn’t exactly open his left eye either after blood had dried over it.  

“I’m lucky you came to my rescue then, huh?”  

David scoffed, loosening his hold on Ace’s collar.  

“If you think luck’s got anything to do with it, you’re fuckin’ out of your damned mind.”  

David let go of his grip, nearly throwing Ace backwards.  He didn’t have to be a genius to realize David was pissed at him, both from the outburst at him and the way he still held his fists in a tight ball.  Ace took his sunglasses off, hooking them to the front of his shirt and wiping his eye.  

“Alright, I owe ya then.”  

Anything to get him to calm down.  Ace knew David cared about other survivors in his own way, but never had been yelled at for what he did in a trial, at least so badly.  Especially with intense injuries. Adrenaline had kept his ribs from crying in pain at every motion, but now it was starting to catch up.  David let out a deep, drawn out breath.  

“I’m not taking a debt from you.”  

David seemed calmer now, relaxing his hands but still glaring at Ace.  He held a hand out.

“Lemme see the damn kit, might as well use it to patch your arse back up.”  

Ace handed the medkit over without complaint, sitting still even as David wrapped bandages around his chest a bit too tight.  He couldn’t help a small wince.  

“Th’fuck were you thinking, taunting the fuckface with a chainsaw?”  

“You wouldn’t have done the same?”  

David let out a sigh with a grimace.  

“Different story when I fucking do it.  I’ve beat the shit out of plenty of pretentious fuckwits to know where to draw the damn line.”  

Ace just nodded.  Hard to argue with someone who would get into fights with Killers for the sake of others, and did know when to run or when to stand his ground.  Something about the silent resignation made David sigh again.  

“Listen.  I’m not mad at you.  More at the bastard who did it, but I can’t go find his arse to settle the score.”  

Ace knew that wasn’t just it.  David had a hot temper, but never acted out of the blue.  The tight grip on his collar before told him there was definitely a concern for his wellbeing present in the other.  Probably because I should know better, too.  The knowing look towards David made the scrapper glare again.  

“Don’t even.”  

Ace raised his hands in mock surrender, keeping quiet with a smug grin.  David gently took out a rag and wiped away blood from Ace’s temple, his right hand moving to Ace’s jaw to tilt his head upwards.  It stung, eliciting a jerk from Ace, and making David grip Ace’s face a bit tighter.  

“Can’t help if you keep squirming.”  

“Believe me, I’m not trying to.”  

David put the rag to the side, putting the medkit in the stash of items to take into trials.  Ace put his sunglasses back on, scooting back to lean against the log.  He rested his arms behind his head, looking up at the sky absently.  He felt David move up next to him.  

“Glad you’re okay, but if you even think about running off, I’m dragging your sorry arse back kickin’ and screamin’.”  

“I dunno about that, I’m hard to catch.”  

David’s arm wrapped around Ace’s waist.   

“I know plenty about findin’ people who don’t wanna be found.”  

Ace smirked, closing his eyes.  

“We’ll have to see about that, won’t we?”  

David settled back, holding Ace close protectively.  Ace’s head resting on David’s shoulder as they took the time to rest.