#dex daredevil

My weapon

(Part 2)

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The sunlight was creeping in through the blinds and lit up the whole room enough to wake you up. Your eyes flickered open slowly, yawning on instinct and stretching your arms. You rubbed your eyes, inhaling the crisp scent of the sheets deeply. You tapped around your pillow until your hand grabbed onto your phone and you looked at the time.

11:27

You sighed and dragged yourself out of bed. You made a mental note of all the things you have to do today. First you have to go get grocery.

You freshened up and grabbed your bag, lightly jogging out of your house. You had earphones plugged in your ears since you had a habit of listening to music while doing the littlest thing possible. You went through your emails yo see if your job application got accepted. It was a total disaster at the job interview because you were so late. But hopefully you will get accepted.

The memories of that night flood in and even though you've been denying yourself of recalling them, they just come in whenever they like. You have been denying what happened that night, as if completely erasing the memories might erase the fact that it happened at all. Poor coping mechanism, yes. But you have no other choice.

You enter the store, humming and going through the racks and shelves to grab at whatever you want. Though you can't shake off this feeling. Like you're being watched. Or maybe you're being dramatic. Maybe it's the song that's playing in your ears that is making you a bit dramatic. You pluck out your earphones, shoving them in your bag. You went over to the counter to bill your stuff. Just then you saw something in your peripheral. A pair of eyes. You quickly jerked your head to the side, eyes trailing all over the window but nothing.

"Are you okay?"

The cashier spoke in an almost annoyed voice, watching your expression with a look of disinterest. You nodded silently, tapping your finger anxiously on the counter as he finished billing. The walk home was pretty normal and you were convinced you were freaking out without a reason.

You got home and opened your phone again, seeing a notification that indicated your job application got accepted. You squealed and almost dropped your phone, so happy that you completely forgot what happened earlier with you. The next few days went completely normal, you went to work in the morning and came home late every saturday, since you had your day off on sundays.

Today was saturday and just like usual you were leaving late. You were tired and just wanted to go home and get something to eat. You pulled out your phone from your bag, turning it on to look at the time.

12:46

You groaned and walked by the usual path, almost dragging your feet on the pavement. Their wasn't a single soul outside by now and the streets were empty and stranded. You got the eerie feeling again, like you were being watched. You didn't plug your earphones in because you wanted to be able to hear if someone was nearby. Your steps got slightly faster, still tired but a tad bit of an adrenaline rush making your instincts high.

You passed by an alley and heard something fall over. You immediately flinched, freezing in your tracks right beside. Who was it? Maybe a dog? Or a cat? Or maybe a homeless man? Your heart was pounding, steps frozen in fear. You couldn't hear anything else from the alley and you couldn't see anything either.

And then your eyes widened with what you saw. A pair of eyes. Dark and lethal. And then someone appeared from within the shadows. It's him. The same vigilante you saw the other night. But why's he here? Is he here to kill you? But he saved you the other night. Wait. And the realization slowly sinks in.

He's been stalking you.

Your eyes dart everywhere around him, heart rapidly thudding in your chest. Even if you wanted to, you couldn't run. Your feet were jammed in fear. Your hand instinctively went to your bag, pulling out a blade in your defense.

His eyes crinkle in amusement when they land on the familiar blade. His blade. The one he 'gifted', you the other night with "Your welcome" written on it. He lets out a chuckle, but the sound comes out raspy and breathy. Your fingers tremble around the blade and you hold it in front of you.

"Stay away from me!"

Your voice is trembling, your hands are trembling and your whole body is locked in fear. He's not coming closer, but he's not backing away either.

"Why do you keep following me?!"

Your breaths are coming out shaky and you're trying so hard to look like all this isn't affecting you. Like he isn't affecting you.

"Using my blade against me?"

Your heart sinks when you hear his voice. All this time you've just been getting a glance at his eyes. You still can't see his face behind that mask. His voice is deep and it has a rasp to it. A taunting warmth. You tighten your grip on the blade, trying to steady your shaking. His eyes trail down your body, so slowly. Like he has all the time in the world. They stop at your neck, then lower at your stomach, then at your legs and then back up at your eyes. You inhale deeply, throat dry with fear. And then he takes a step forward. And another. And another.

You're frozen in place, heart rate spiking and sweat beading down the back of your neck. He stops just an inch from you, bending down to your ear.

"Your stance is a bit wrong, so I'll give you a sharper one, sweetheart."

Your eyes trail down to his hands, watching them slowly pull out another blade from his waistband sheath, so so slowly slipping it in your bag. His fingers brush by your arm and you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Just then he pulls back, turning around and disappearing back into the alleyway. And you know one thing for sure.

This is not over.

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