All over the place, I was bleeding everywhere and it felt as if I would die at any time. For some reason though my senses were on another level and I felt as if I was one with the house. Every single step my pursuer took was heard in my ears and felt in my soul, maybe that was just me being scared but every time his lips curve themselves up into a victorious smirk I felt like I could see it. Even as he got closer I felt as if I knew exactly where he was, moving as slow as possible waiting for me to attempt an escape.
Just as he had wanted I grabbed the side of the stairs with my right arm and with the aid of my chin I started to crawl away. It scarred up and started bleeding in an instant, tears took over my sight, and breathing became painful. I would try hard to squint my eyes and squeeze the tears out so at least I could gauge my progress. Each time my chin came crashing down on the wooden floor a bit of my saliva would try and make its way out of me. Chuckles and the scent of the wicked alpha taunted every bit of my progress, I tried my hardest to ignore because my energy and feeling were coming back to me and if I could just hold on a bit longer I can try and run away this time. In no time at all I made my first attempt at getting up. My left arm was numb and I no longer felt pain from it, nor could I move it. I brought back my right arm to my face and used it to elevate my upper body.
I shook all the way up but still managed to get on my knees, he started to come at me again. I struggled to get get back on my feet and was kicked on the back before succeeding not only that but I was kicked off the stairs. The sound of me crashing and bouncing off them did not at all mask the roaring laughter of that wicked alpha. I did not sit around and wait for him bellow the flight, I got up and bolted for my life at a snail's pace. He jumped from the very top to the bottom to save himself time.
At this point there was no point in being terrified of him at all, if I were to die by his hand I was intending on dying with a brave heart. I stopped to look at him but ended up stumbling and falling backward on the floor. Something vibrated in my short shorts and I started seeing in RPG mode again. The information displayed was neither useful nor was it useless. I could see my pursuer's detailed information like name, age and even power level, a little bit of excitement crawled back into me.
Using my one good hand I tried my best to at least move back as he approached me. Now that I had decided to be brave and was paying closer attention to how everything was unfolding I was able to start thinking clearer. He has been pulling out knife after knife and he does not appear to be running out, that and he opened a pocket dimension to trap me and kill me in. This could be why there was rarely ever any evidence at the scene of his crimes. My killer was a driver like me, I could not identify whether he was also a dialer because he has not pulled out a phone to use his power.
My right hand has been unbelievably strong ever since flooding it with gang energy so for now I am going to put all my faith into it. Just as I got braver I got the same feeling that I had earlier of being covered in a cosmic blanket, could this be the said gang energy. A hitting in between my legs snapped me out of my daydream, the killjoy smirked and I smirked back. I saw it, a knife coming out of nowhere appeared in his hand and it was surrounded by a purple smoke-like substance.
Since my legs felt much stronger now my body rose, the knife flew and it missed. I picked up the first one and dashed forward slashing at the madman a few times. Missing each and every swing, even when he laughed out I still refused to get dishearted I kept at my attack as my energy grew. He pulled out his own knife and I threw myself back first into the floor securing my phone before running towards the door. Two knives flew past me and cemented themselves on it, "where do you think you are going? This was just getting fun."
I turned around and faced him in reverse though I still went towards the door, I Iooked at him as he made his way to me. Apart from his perverted scent and quite possibly screwed up mentality he did not look at all that bad. I took out my phone and decided to try and use it to fight back, after unlocking it I noticed that this app's fuckery was not yet close to complete. There was a stupid dialer screen on it that I could not exit I thought since I was a dialer I should try dialing something maybe it might help. Who do I call though, what numbers do I dial and what is going to happen If I do it wrong.
I have this weakness of not being able to remember anybody's number and the dialer app did not look like it could be used to call normal people. 'THUD!' My back slammed against the door and my eyes shifted from my phone to the alpha. "It is completely useless to think that you will get any reception from inside here."
I stayed quiet as he approached me and towered over me again, he put his fingers on my bloody chin and brought his head in closer. Quickly I turned mine away I did not want to lose my first kiss to a creeper. He tried again to secure my face but I pushed him away with my phone in hand, it dialed itself and said, [ERROR YOU HAVE NOT SECURED CONTACT] and immediately got a bright idea. I put my phone back into my short shorts and decided that I would let that preditor near me. I had a knife stuck inside a wall behind me and I think I knew how to use it.
"My oh my you are a feisty one aren't you?" He did not move as he said so, I had to tempt him back to me. "I wouldn't know, it is not every day you run into a serial killer."
"OH HO! You can talk? HA! My night keeps getting better and better." He did not disappoint and came back to me, removed his glove, and ran his hand over my left cheek. "I have taken a liking into you if you can prove that you can satisfy my needs I will not kill you but instead claim you like my little plaything."
His moved behind my neck and pulled our faces closer, he prepared for a kiss and I tilted my head out of the way. He accepted my body and hugged me, as hard as I could I drove the knife in through his back and returned with it. He screamed and let me go, I went in for a combo and kicked him in the nuts. I turned my attention back to the door and unlocked it, a burst of cold winds flew into the house and I opposed it.
One, two, three, and before I took the fourth step I was pounced on by the creep, his HP showed that he still had some fight in him. He stayed on top of me and brought his hand to my face and squeezed right by my lips, "you thought that you could get one over me huh? YOU RAISE ME UP! JUST THE THOUGHT OF ALL THE TROUBLE YOU PUT ME THROUGH MAKES MY WHOLE BEING YEARN FOR YOU! YOU SHALL BE MINE MALE OMEGA!!!"
"INYOYEEMS?" He relinquished his grip from my face in order to hear what I had to say. "I said in your dreams," I used the back of my head to hit him in the face at least twice, he grabbed and hit it against the ground. I was flipped over and my lips were again stolen from me, "kid you have reached the end of the line. Surrender now." I refused to accept his statement and continued headbutting him, this time I hit him in the eye so he let go of me to address his bobo. I drove the same knife covered in his blood back into him and through the chest this time, he looked down at me and pulled out another knife.
After seeing it my senses started to leave me, the scent of his blood was also driving me crazy and it felt as if I was changing. From then on everything faded to black.