as the single child born to two upper class parents, david lived a life of luxury. constantly in the care of a nanny and a tutor until he was allowed to attend private school, he was never really coddled when he was younger. brian and ellen had a very hands off approach to parenting, instead opting to hire the best for their son instead. it was rare that they ever had family meals and at most he only ever saw one parent at a time. instead of being a mother of father's boy,
he was in fact a nanny's boy. he loved his nanny and even went as far as to include her on the family pictures that he drew as a younger child. it got to the point that his parents thought he loved her more than them and fired her, replacing her within a few hours with someone a lot more strict.
thankfully he was able to stop being home taught and attended one of the most prestigious private schools for younger children in the united kingdom. money wasn't an issue and his parents were willing to pay for the best. however, it meant long hours and even more time spent with his tutors. he wasn't a bad student, he did pretty well in his classes, but he was a lot better at his physical education classes than anything else. as a son of a doctor and a lawyer, this wasn't acceptable and he was forced to continue studying more and spending less time playing like he wanted to.
since his parents pushed him so hard in his academics, he had a world of opportunities before him. add to that his general prowess on a sports field and he was set for life. it was while he was in his last few years of school that he found rugby. sure, he'd always watched it on television and heard people talk about it, but he'd never played himself. it was just a pick up game with a few friends and he loved it. the adrenaline, the rush of confidence as he sailed across the lines to make a point or pushed through a tight throng of people and escaped with the ball in hand. it was exhilarating. david loved it more than any other sport that he'd tried. immediately he knew that's what he wanted to do at university, he didn't care about his academics as much as his parents did. after all, people already pegged him as the rich dumb jock even if he wasn't dumb at all.
it was also through rugby that david learned of his love of conflict. the sight of seeing blood dripping from someone's nose that had just met his elbow was enchanting. he loved the power that blossomed inside at the fact that that was his fault. that blossoming love quickly turned into a little monster as he was caught picking fights at school just so that he could land a hit on someone. the thrill of fighting was better than rugby, far, far better than any sport he could ever imagine. he'd been careful about keeping his antics out of sight of the teacher's eyes, but after time he grew careless, cocky. david didn't care if he was caught, his parents could surely bribe his way out of whatever punishment the school had to offer.
but how could they bribe him out of being expelled?
a class act
getting kicked out of school for fighting was the least of his worries. he was still young, had a handsome face and a knack for rugby. he'd already had several scouts for professional teams approach him with offers to play for them. with nothing else to do, why wouldn't he take their offers? within a couple weeks, he had a shiny new jersey on his back and was rubbing elbows in the big leagues.
his career was promising. the crowd loved him for his brawls on the field, his team loved him for his athleticism and game sense, his parents didn't care what he did as long as he was doing something. it was the time of his life, the time when he felt the most alive. though, he didn't know it at the time, but he wasn't even living his best life yet. for something even better was on the way that would change his life forever.
david had a terrible knack for using his new found fame and status as a professional rugby player to flirt around and hook up with whoever he wanted to. he had his pick of the crop and he wasn't always the most careful at times. he'd fallen into drinking heavily, far more than he really should and for him, drinking meant he was sloppy and made careless mistakes. it wasn't until several months after he'd become a pro rugby player that one of his ex-girlfriends approached him toting a little girl at her side. at first he was confused, doubtful at what alicia was telling him. there was no way this was his daughter, he'd never been that reckless before.
yet it was obvious from the moment he saw the brunette little girl that she was indeed his. she had his smirk and the same stormy dark blue eyes that he had. rose, that was her name. it was fitting for such a beautiful girl, he had to admit. but the worst part after meeting his daughter, he was told he wouldn't be able to see her. that that was the first and last time they'd ever meet because alicia didn't want someone like him around her daughter. someone "rough" and "callous" and "violent". david had always embraced words like that until suddenly he hated them. he hated that he was being barred from seeing one of the most important people in his life simply because of who he was.
it was at his next game that he got a permanent ban from the league. he'd been skirting the penalty boxes for a while, receiving multiple cards a game for misconduct, but it was when he finally assaulted a referee that he was kicked out for good. it seemed like he just had a skill for losing the things he was good at. first he'd lost his education, then he'd lost his daughter (though that was debatable since he'd never actually raised her), and now he'd just lost rugby. what else did he have that could be taken away?
realm of nightmares
it turns out that he had a lot more that could be taken away, the biggest thing was his own life. one moment he was leaving the bar, just as drunk as he normally was, and the next, he was in the middle of a forest and he heard the most painstaking scream. it was enough to wipe away whatever lingering alcohol he had in his system as he crouched down,
trying to figure out what was going on.
every time he tried to take the first step away from where ever he was, there was another anguishing scream. it was one of the most terrifying sounds he'd ever heard. it felt like hours before he heard foot steps, quiet ones as if someone was hiding just like he was. a few moments more and someone rounded the corner, causing him to freak out, his hands coming up to fight before they started speaking and reassuring him.
the man rambled on, something about the entity, the killer and fixing generators and david was numb. he didn't understand anything that the guy was saying, nodded dumbly as he followed the other in the direction he headed. david stayed crouched to his level since the other was a lot smaller - sometimes the brunette whispered something to him, but he'd said it was easier to not talk because it gave them away. he knew that the man meant gave them away to the killer, but he didn't know what that meant.
at least not until he was attempting to help the other fix a generation only to feel a searing pain in his back. at first the shock left him numb to the pain, then it was adrenaline as he was jumping up and running without even looking behind him to see if who or what was following him. he quickly crouched behind a rock, his breathing labored and his heart pumping faster than it had ever before.
his heart was so loud that he couldn't even hear the other man come around the rock, his eyes taking the other in as if in slow motion, but the man was just there to help. he quickly began to bandage him up and pulled him to his feet despite their size difference. they'd barely made it a couple hundred yards before the brunette had taken off running, david tried to follow, but his injury slowed him down, the pain immense as he tried to run towards the other man.
this time, he was prepared for the pain, the heavy hit across his back sending him sprawling to his feet before he could take another step. he struggled to get up, his feet lifting him just enough but not enough to get his footing and stand up. then he was grabbed by his shirt, hoisted over a shoulder and carried off. he thought the worst was behind him, at least he thought that until he was being hefted up and his shoulder was pushed onto a hook and it came out through the other side of his chest.
his scream was the last thing he remembered before he woke up next to a campfire. the same brunette as in the forest was there, looking over him before david startled at the motions, still in a fight or flight mode. dwight, that was his name, as he told david again. dwight took his time to explain their situation. to explain that the entity had all pulled them from their lives to play this sick little game. the entity lived off of their anguish, off of their essence and it feasted on their fear. the survivors, that was the group here and there was about eleven of them, were the food for the entity. they entered a different realm every time to find an exit before they were sacrificed to the entity. the killers were the entity’s way of toying with the survivors, beings from stories and legends sent to haunt them and chase them, to sacrifice them. each time he thought he was close to escaping the entity, he was back at the campfire.
it wasn’t until dwight told him that no one could leave. they could never really die, they always returned back to the campfire when’s it was all said and done. there were a few of the survivors who had never made it back, who never returned to the campfire but no one knew what happened to them. some liked to tell each other that when the entity finally devoured all of their essence, they turned into the very killers hunting them. that’s why as time went on and survivors perished bf were replaced, the numbers of killers grew as well. a new killer with a new set of skills for killing them.
it was a world without hope and one that he could never escape.