"The others think you're picking on me," Jake said, as the Trapper pulled him onto his shoulder after he'd found Jake.
"That so?" Evan asked, his low chuckle vibrating against Jake's stomach. "That's not how I'd put it."
Jake bit back a smile as Evan kept walking. "Not how(more) you'd say it either, huh?" Evan shook him with no bite, chuckling when Jake laughed at that.
"Definitely not," he said, waiting calmly as Evan set him down on one of the crates. "Still don't get why the Entity makes us forget how to jump," Jake admitted, patting the container he now sat on. "Maybe even the Killers need handicaps."
"You saying I need help 'cause I can't climb as fast as you or your buddies?"
Jake snorted, shaking his head. "Not you, per se. But the Clown, or perhaps Amanda...yeah. There's no way for them."
Evan actually tilted his head back to laugh. "You're in a good mood," Jake said at last, once he had quieted down. "Entity not showing up?"
"Check the hooks, boy. Everyone except you has died. The Entity's had its fill and is gone now."
Ah. Jake remembered now. He grimaced at the memory of Claudette and Kate's shrieks, and even Tapp's yell as he was thrust onto the hook until none of them could move any longer.
No wonder Evan was in a good mood.
He'd killed all his friends.
"Aw, come on," the killer began, once Jake pushed off the crate and began to look for the hatch. "Jake, I had to-"
"I know," he said quickly. "I know, but...still."
Jesus. He made himself sick. Evan simply trailed behind him as he looked for the hatch. Once he found it the killer finally spoke again.
"Jake, I can't apologize for this."
It hurt anyways. (less)