Run baby Run
You woke up in a a dark apartment like place? You're not sure but you are sure about the man brandishing a giant scythe at you. :: Zack x reader :: Vulgar language :: Violence :: Blood, weapons.
Fandom: Angels of death
Rating: 16+
No NSFW
Violence and swearing
It was cold and damp when you woke up. You had no idea where you were, you were just trying to get home late one night. How long have you been here, days? Weeks? You haven't found a way out and you've been wandering so long your legs ache. Then thats when you hear it, scraping. Almost the scrape of something wet and slimey sliding across the floor, it made you gag. Along with it you heard the chuckle of a man, something in your body told you to run so, as quickly as possible you ran down the narrow passages. In the distance you heard his voice.
"Oh now the little bitch runs." His voice accompanying a cackle. Like nails on a chalkboard. You kept running in the current direction. You couldn't tell where his voice was coming from, it bounced off the walls, echoed in your head. "Oh I love it when they give me a chase!" The voice got louder, he knows this place better than you. Suddenly you tripped and then he appeared, dark hoodie, covering his eyes. Bandages around his hands, neck, chest. Black raven hair unkempt but the thing that caught your attention most was the giant ass scythe he was swinging around. It still had blood at the curve. Your breath caught in your throat, you thought you were gonna die, but for whatever reason, probably adrenaline you forced yourself up and kept running. "Haha! So the slut isn't as boring as she looks." He sneered, you could hear his footsteps catching up, then a slam right next to your head caused a slight squeal to escape your mouth. You quickly covered it but not before he heard it. "Oh you make noise too! I can't wait to cut you open." Another swing and tears stung your eyes.
You managed to find your way through an empty room, slamming it shut and going through the other door. He stood there rattling the knob. "Get out here you fucker!" He screams, banging his body against the door, it shook at its hinges as you ran out of sight. You heard his high pitch laugh once more as something shattered. He must've sliced the knob with his scythe.
You were out of his sight for now, but how long? It became painful to breath, you needed rest, to be replenished but soon, your legs throbbed and gave out. Curling up, you waited for him to end your misery, you didnt want to die, not like this but what could you do? Soon he stood over you, raising the blade. Squeezing your eyes, you tried to crawl but he didnt let you, he stepped on your back, grinding into your back. You let out a choked scream. "Aw your screams are like music to my fucking ears slut." He grinds his foot into your spine harder.
Tears flow freely down your face, more so if frustration than anything though and maybe the pain in your spine. The clinking of the scythe raised but it never landed. Your eyes were still squeezed shut, trembling. Slowly you open your eyes and peek behind you, he's frozen, face contorted in pain, his free hand over his side. "Aw... fucking hell." He grit through his teeth. An unhealed scar reopened from reckless behavior. He stepped back as the blood leaked through his dirty hoodie. A few seconds later he collapsed clutching his side and you immediately sat up, scooting back. "Well bitch? You gonna run or are you just dumb." He still tried to be intimidating but sweat began pouring down his forehead. Looking around you saw a needle and had an idea. You pulled out a string from your dress and grabbed the needle. "The fuck are you-?" He was cut off by you pulling his hand away. "Hey! Are you stupid or something?" He shouted as you pulled aside the sticky and bloody hoodie. "Shut the fuck up and let me help you." You snap, adjusting the thread. That shut him up as he leaned back to reluctantly let you help him.
