Trapped

Chapter 9

Hope laid her head on the end of Autumn's cot and Smug sat on the floor looking through the journal. "So when were you guys going to tell us this?" Smug asked, mildly annoyed. "Because Luna found it. She wanted to be the one to tell everyone." Hope muttered, looking up at Autumn.

Her anxiety got the best of her so Hope helped her sleep until she had to go into a trial. "Well, she's gone." Smug huffed, closing the journal angrily. "Hey! Careful!" Hope yelped, grabbing it before letting out a breath. "She's not gone she's just in a trail." Hope explained.

"Yeah, just as soon as she was going to tell everyone what she learned? It's really convenient." Smug spat, before taking in a sharp breath when he saw the hurt in Hope's eyes. "Listen, we were brought here together as a group but ever since we got here, we've all split up. It's like I was plucked from one realm to another with the same shit." Smug muttered before turning away to the fire.

Hope let out a shaky breath before flipping through the pages of the journal, then noticed at the very back of the page had some drawings. Confused, she opened it and her eyes widened in disbelief.

The drawing itself took two whole pages with a survivor, hiding and cowering. The survivor had bruises, cuts, and scars on his face and arms. What he was hiding from a form of a monster.

The monster was black as a shadow and seemed like amber falling from his body. Horns that took the form of tree limbs as that twisted up into a devil-like form. Small limbs had sprouted around them to show how strong they were. It's face chilled Hope to the bone. Orange, fire-like eyes that had the power to burn into its victims' thoughts along with a skull-like nose and teeth. Random spots of orange randomly were placed on its body, giving the illusion that it had a raging fire inside of It. Its arms were long and Its hands curled into wicked claws but Its feet were hidden. The last detail of the being was what was protruding out of its back; close to about twelve spider-like claws.

Above the drawing, which only had an inch of paper, had the words, 'The Entity'. "If that's the Entity then.. that's Benedict Baker. He's seen the Entity and even drew him." Hope whispered to herself. How did she not noticed this?

Her head shot up the hear the confused and angry yells from camp. What's going on?! Hope thought, confused. She quickly slid the journal underneath Autumn's cot and rushed out. A large, man was on his side coughing.

Everyone was circling him, both excited for another survivor but others were skeptical about the random stranger. "Hey!" Smug bark, making everyone go completely silent. "Give him space." He ordered, making everyone slowly back up but their eyes were trained on the man in front of him.

"What are you lookin' at?" The man asked, scrunching his nose, "You've seen a human before, right?" He asked, looking around at him. Hope kinda thought the man looked like Jeff; a survivor who barely came to socialize, too shy.

"Yeah, but having sane people is a rarity." Quentin gruffed. "So you're not?" He asked, amusing himself. Quentin rolled his eyes, stepping close to the stranger. Hope stood back to observe the stranger.

He wasn't one that she would want to fight. He looked intimidating by how he stood and he was definitely muscular and well-built. Hope noticed he took pride in his hair, seeing if went far down his back and was kept out of his eyes with a simple bandana.

Though, Hope noticed his eyes; a nice hazel that held a gentle side to him. He had a smile that the survivors here lost. It was a genuine smile, soft and wouldn't stop. Hope wondered if he would lose just like the others.

"Are you done staring at me?" A deep voice brought her out of her thoughts to see the stranger towering over her. He was definitely tall and had to crane her look at him. "What- I wasn't-.." Hope noticed his smile curled signaling that he enjoyed messing with people.