Derrick had no idea what was even going on now, but he had a bad feeling about it. His body was behind where he was somehow, and he'd still run a little more, but he felt a pull preventing him from going further. He looked back to see the silver cord impeding his progress, and the jailor about to do something to his body on the floor.

Derrick was confused, seeing the body on the floor behind him. He was also scared by the jailor's appearance; he'd never seen it from up close and in good lighting. But he couldn't be scared now. Derrick's group had a tactic of using one of their members to lure a monster towards an ambush, but they sometimes used it to help them regroup. It usually fell to Derrick to do the distracting since he was the smallest. Still, he'd never been too afraid, since he knew that the others would come back to help him. But that wasn't happening now. It'd been a gamble from the start, with a low chance of him coming out alive. Still, if nothing else, he wanted to help the others somehow. As far as Derrick was concerned, coming out of this alive would be a bonus, but he didn't know how he would manage that in his current state, dubious as it was.

Derrick clicked his tongue and ran back towards his body. He didn't know why it was over there but he wagered that it wasn't a good thing. He couldn't run anymore, so there was only one way to go. It seemed for all the world that he'd slipped out of his body somehow, and he didn't want to stay that way for long. Still, he didn't know what to think, and there wasn't much time regardless, so he decided to rush the towards the jailor, and maybe push him into something.
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