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Amoricide [Dead by Daylight Dark Soulmate AU - Trickster/Survivor!OC]

Amoricide The act of killing your soulmate

Chapter 2: Take Your Breath Away Chapter 1 here Content Warnings: Canon typical violence/death, derogatory language, ask to tag Notes: I've never properly written Trickster before, critique appreciated.

He could kill her over and over, and it wouldn’t be enough. It would never be enough until the bitch was dead for good.

The Entity’s Realm had some flaws, but murder wasn’t one of them. They screamed so sweet, so loud, when he hit them, hooked them, killed them with his own hands. Not all were worthy of his songs, but he still took pleasure in ending the lives of all of them. And then she came along. That bitch Cortez.

He knew about her before she knew about him. She shared a first name with another Survivor, so they called her by her last name. American of Mexican ancestry. 19 or 20 years old, who cared. On the heavy side, but stronger than she looked. Dark hair, brown skin, gray eyes, freckles. Slow runner. Hell of a voice. Bloody bandages on her left forearm.

He should have paid more attention to those bandages. But he hadn’t paid much attention to her at all. She was just another Survivor, another person to hunt and kill and kill and kill.

Just another Survivor. Until she wasn’t. Until he saw that under her bandages was the same mark he had, in the same fucking place.

Trickster never hated anyone as much as he hated her.

The disgust that rose inside him, the rage that rocked his body, stronger than he’d ever felt either of them before. Seeing her gray matter, her eyes, her bones, turned to mush at his feet, didn’t satisfy it. Killing her didn’t satisfy him. She’d be back within hours.

“Why did you bring her here?!” He shouted into the darkness overhead. “What is the meaning of this?!”

There was no answer. But in the back of his mind, something shifted, the Entity’s attention turning towards him.

He pointed at the corpse on the ground with his coated bat.

The Entity shifted again, a sensation grating against his mind, like confused grumbling.

“Her arm!” He said. He did not need to, but he rolled up his bloodstained jacket to show the Entity his mark. “She has my mark!”

My mark, he thought. My love mark, my birthmark, no one else should share a thing with me. No pathetic worm who can’t even jump through a window should be my soulmate. A man like me deserves better than her - she can’t compare to me. She isn’t worthy of me.

And the Entity did not react, her attention resting on the mark on his arm, and the mark on his corpse. His eyes narrowed. Did the Entity not know about the myths?

With care, he pulled a string of thought in his mind, a few memories, and pushed them towards the Entity. With a sensation like a leaping cat, she took them, pulled towards them, looked through them, absorbing everything he knew.

And when she finished - he knew she was finished by the way the wind went still - she simply… did nothing.

He could feel it easy. She did not understand.

Stupid of him - what did the Entity know of love? She didn’t need it. There was no biological necessity to breed, to guide feelings of fondness into sex. There was no cultural obligation to marry, have children, make your parents proud. There was nothing of that here.

Trickster felt a smile pull at his lips, relief settling in between the revulsion. What was he so upset over? She was nothing but another bag of flesh to slaughter. That was all she’d ever be.

He apologized to the Entity, as he would to any of his elders. She still did not understand, but she also did not care. As he walked away from the corpse to leave the area, he heard her pull the headless corpse down into the earth. Six feet under, feeding the worms, was just where that pathetic creature belonged.

A cold smile spread over his face, and he put the bat over his shoulder. Still the anger and disgust swirled within him, but now they felt like friends. He was going to enjoy crushing the life out of that woman, over and over and over again.

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It happened again. It happened again. It happened again and again and again.

There was nothing like time in the Entity’s Realm. All clocks stopped at the moment they were taken to it. Watches, cell phones, laptops, dead time, still working. No sun, no moon, to try and track things. The Survivors counted the days by the food they scavenged. The trees stretched between the Trial areas, buildings scattered within them. In those buildings, supplies. And sometimes, sometimes, Killers.

Ever since the Trial with Trickster, she’d been useless.

Ever since that Trial, he’d been hunting her.

How he tracked her down, she couldn’t imagine, but without fail, every time, he appeared. He was there when she was alone, he was there when she wasn’t. Sometimes he sang, sometimes he whistled, sometimes he made no sound at all. Didn’t matter how he appeared, it ended the same either way, her waking up beside the Campfire with the memory of her latest death flashing through her mind.

“Leave me alone!” She shouted once, with her back pressed against the outer wall of a shack. There was nowhere to go, he was faster than she was, and the Fog blurred the trees around them. No one would hear her scream for help. No one would come if she did.

“I didn’t do anything to you!” She cried, she begged.

Trickster’s smile twisted his face into a monster’s. All the Killers were monsters, but he was special, a nightmare walking, following her everywhere.

“Oh, but naekkeo,” he said, voice painfully sweet as he palmed the bat in his hand, “You were born. That’s all I need.”

He tossed the bat aside and lunged. His body knocked the breath from her, and she had no chance to get another. She hit the ground, his hands wrapped around her throat. As the pain flooded her body, and her fingers scraped at his arms, her eyes met his. When the darkness swallowed her sight, Trickster’s eyes, glowing yellow, glowing with hate and hunger, haunted her well after she came back to life.

Sunshine didn’t bother eating anymore. Dying reset her body to what it’d been back on Earth, so she was never hungry. And even if she’d wanted to eat her body weight in soup… the others who could contribute deserved that more.

But there was somewhere she could go, somewhere only she could and did, and one way to get there that wouldn’t get her killed.

All the other Survivors slept, in piles or alone, catching whatever rest they could before the Entity snatched them up again. Sunshine reached into the pocket of her jeans, and pulled the scrap of paper and pen free. She wrote her request on the paper, and wrapped it around the flower she’d found on the edges of the Campsite.

With one more glance to make sure no one watched, Sunshine tossed it into the fire. She folded her hands together, and prayed to their captor for mercy.

As she finished the prayer, something alive shifted in the back of her mind. Sunshine raised her eyes to the heavens, and nodded. She stood up from the fireside and walked into the trees without looking back. She walked with confidence, with the faith that her aunt, the nun, had spoken of with a smile.

She’d lost any faith in a merciful god years ago. But the Entity held no mercy for anyone. That was a god she could work with, even though no one else would understand.

Sunshine reached her destination alive. The building looked like any other in the Fog Realm, obscured by the darkness. Before she opened the door, she looked at the sky, and whispered, “gracias por su ayuda.” Thank you for your help.

Only the wind answered, kicking up the leaves in the trees. Sunshine stepped into the building - her radio station. ---

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Amoricide [Dead by Daylight Dark Soulmate AU - Trickster/Survivor!OC]

Amoricide The act of killing your soulmate Chapter 1: At First Sight

Warnings: canon typical violence/death

Every culture, dead or alive, had a myth or two about the marks. It was more universal than floods, or world trees, or trickster animals. They said every human had a mark that matched another’s. The matching marks identified them as carved from the same rock, born from the same spirit, whatever metaphor for the soul you wanted to use. They belonged together and would always find each other.

A cute myth. But just a myth. In the safety of modern reality, billions of humans went their whole lives never meeting their soulmate. They married, had children, died, without it. And the ones who did meet their matching mark would soon find there was no guarantee of happiness, or love. Pushed into marriage by society, unable to divorce because of the old beliefs about destiny, these people who came to hate each other would find only one solution left…

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She knelt by the generator, and got to work. Her fingers were as quick as her body wasn’t. Jake crouched on the other side of the machine, already busy. Sunshine set her teeth together, focusing, focusing, through the stench of dead plants and old blood.

The game never ended. Dwight, who’d been in the Fog Realm the longest far as anyone knew, had been blunt about it: “You’re going to die, and die a lot.” And he was right. He almost always was.

A scream echoed. Sunshine hesitated, looking up into the grimy sky. She didn’t know that voice. Heavy footsteps in the quiet. A blur through the window, Meg jumping through and crawling towards the generator.

“It’s Trickster,” she whispered.

Jake cursed.

Sunshine swallowed. She didn’t know that one yet.

Three people made quick work of the generator. The light flared on, and Sunshine cringed. A man laughed nearby, another voice she did not recognize. Meg cried out. Jake shouted in his native tongue. She froze, a cold lump forming in her throat.

Meg ran. Jake did, too. Footsteps grew closer, a casual pace drifting in the direction Jake went off in. The Killer hummed a melody as he walked - had she heard it before? Sunshine didn’t move. Safer to stay still, maybe unseen, than run, when she was so, so slow.

The Killer came into view, and what a view it was. A Korean man with dyed hair and a pleased smile. Bare chested, bright colors, dragging a bat behind him. Sunshine did not look away.

Snakes, she thought. Venomous snakes have bright colors to warn of the threat they are.

He walked past the generator, following Jake’s footsteps. She didn’t relax. His eyes never landed on hers. The man didn’t pause as he walked away. But he looked over her shoulder at her. His yellow eyes glowed, and he smirked.

Sunshine ran, and he did not follow.

The bastard was good. Jake got hooked when she was on the far side of the area. She saw him carry Meg off in the distance and rushed too follow. Meg struggled on the hook, shaking her head as Sunshine ran to pull her off. Ran too late - the spider legs came down, sunk into Meg’s flesh, snuffing the light from the other girl’s eyes.

There was nothing she could do now. Sunshine stared up into the vortex that swallowed the dead. She wasn’t going to survive this either.

Under the bandages on her left arm, her mark bled.

Behind her, he laughed.

“You’re not giving up on me now, are you sweetheart?” He said.

Sunshine forced herself to run.

She had no damn stamina. She’d only been working out for three weeks before the Entity took her. Not long enough for much slimming down, getting stronger, getting faster. But even though her heart thundered and her brain screamed of the inevitability, Sunshine ran as long as she could.

The knives brought her down.

His chasing footsteps slowed back to that casual walk. Sunshine closed her eyes. Crawled forward. Crawled away. The bloodsoaked bandage caught on the ground, tore off away from her skin, but who cared? She was going to die, again.

“I’m almost impressed.” In the corner of her eye, Sunshine saw him kneel to the ground, watching her. “You lasted longer than I thought. You must be something special, hm?”

Sunshine closed her eyes. Crawled forward another inch. Her arms ached.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” He teased. The bright colors shifted, he stood. “I don’t blame you. Anyone would be, having the honor of meeting me in person.”

A foot nudged her body, hard. Sunshine grunted in pained protest, but he pushed again, rolling her over. She kept her eyes closed, arms open, waiting for it, waiting for it.

It didn’t come.

She opened her eyes. In the moment before the bat met her head, she saw his face, his expression - eyes bright with anger, mouth twisted with disgust. She knew that look. She never, ever got used to it.

Later on, at the Campfire, Dwight frowned as she finished her story.

“I’ve never heard about him doing that before,” he said, rubbing his chin and looking into the fire. “That’s not his usual Mori. He beat you to death with the bat?”

Sunshine nodded. Dwight shook his head, and exhaled.

“I got nothing,” he said after a moment.

“I was afraid you’d say that,” Sunshine said.

“One of the others might know what his deal is,” Dwight said. “I think Yun-Jin knew him back on Earth. If you can get a hold of her…”

They both glanced at the fire. Yun-Jin was not a team player, and not one for socialization either. Sunshine let her shoulders relax.

“I guess I just have to hope it doesn’t happen again,” she said.

Dwight smiled at her, in a sad way. “Yeah,” he said. “Think that’s all you can do. Sorry.”

She smiled back at him, and tried not to think about the truth hiding in his eyes.

It’s going to happen again.

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