The man was wearing a mask that showed nothing but his dark livid eyes. He looked angry, really angry. What caught your eye though was the shiny glint of something in his hand. You let out a frightened whimper once you realized what the said item was.

Once the man pulled you closer, you were somehow able to knee him in the stomach. He groaned and you took this time to roughly push him away.

"Wh-Who are you! Why are you doing this!?" your voice was dry and course in your throat.

The man smirked and adjusted the mask which seemed to be tightly fastened to his face.

The silver knife in his hand shone under the faint glow of a nearby street lamp and you suddenly lost the ability to breathe.

This person was going to hurt you.

And you couldn't do anything about it.

HELLO, HI!

So I’m back with this strange creation. Funny story, I got the idea of this fic from a dream. THAT’S RIGHT FOLKS, I dreamt up whatever this is. Though don’t they say the future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams? Though the beauty can be interchangeable with; blood, swearing, and lots of angsty-romance.  I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS MY LOVES.

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*The content within this story is written by me. Please do not plagiarize :) thank you.*