Please, only two hours.

Run, run, run

Doyoung couldn't be a coward.

Fuck it.

He turned his flashlight back on and went to his camera to take photos, holding his phone out from the side of the stand, catching the latter man in full view. He had his phone out too, using his flash to guide him, the blood stained knife in his dominant hand.
Thank god Doyoung was already bent down because he felt his legs give out seeing the same eyes and sharp features turning over and looking about. He got at least three good pictures of the person walking twenty feet away from him, searching for blood.
Doyoung's eyes focused on his screen since he saw Taeyong better within it, observing how he ducked behind stands and into tents, singing a soft song. He felt his heart rate quicken, stomach churning. Whilst watching the murderer turn left, right, to his side and back, it calmed him that he didn't look directly at his camera.

Not until now.

As he clicked and snapped a photo, eyes locked with his screen, then turned up to lock with his. At once Doyoung jumped up and bolted, thanking his body working instinctively when he heard a rush of feet behind him.
His mind didn't even take in what was happening when his legs started sprinting for him, not stopping until he came across a large tent.
Not giving the slightest hesitation, Doyoung ran inside, his flashlight helping him look around the unfamiliar area inside. There were at least fifty seats on each side, in the front was a vacant stage. His head spun back hearing vicious running, the man clearly trying to find him. Doyoung went down a few steps and into a row, bending down to hide between two chairs. He turned off his flashlight, panting softly as he tried calming his heart rate down.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Shoes pressed against gravel outside before it changed to floor boards- the inside of the tent. Doyoung swore he could've pissed himself then, shutting his eyes tight and letting his head go limp. He needed to stay strong. There was no way he could let Ryuneun down.
Taeyong walked with heavy, slow steps, probably feeling better now that he knew where his new victim was and how to kill them. Unlike Doyoung's thoughts however, Taeyong walked right past him and onto the stage.

It went silent.

"Good evening boys and girls!" A sweet voice called out. Doyoung's whole body flinched and shuddered, goosebumps forming over his skin hearing the echo across the tent.

He was holding a mic.

"Everyone must be so excited for tonight's show. For my next trick, I'll need a volunteer. Anyone?"
Doyoung clasped his hand over his mouth, stuffing his phone into his side pocket roughly with shaky hands.

"Hm, what about that boy, that boy all the way on the third upper row."

Doyoung was on the third upper row.

"Why don't you come out? Or better yet.. I'll come to you!"

Soon after Lee finished his sentence a high pitched laugh boomed, the mic helping it prance around the entire tent. Doyoung's heart stopped as the sound of footsteps rapidly picked up towards him. He immediately moved and ran out of his row, running to the other side of the tent. Thankfully the bastard was shorter, maybe around 5'9 or so. He wasn't fast enough to keep up with Doyoung. What caught him by surprise though was when laughing came left of his ear. The male swiveled his head, breath hitching as he made direct eye contact with the other heading straight for him. A terrified yell escaped as he started running again, this time leaving the horror tent.

He ran, and ran, and ran. His legs burned but it didn't stop him, adrenaline boosting his energy forcing him to keep going. Doyoung didn't dare halt until he came across faded, bright colors within the pure darkness. He squinted his eyes, looking closer seeing the dark frame of something.. an animal? He climbed over railing blocking his way, going inside the ride. Then he saw it, the horse.
Not one, but many, including seats, all attached to poles. It was the carousel Ryun talked about. He didn't have time, the giggling in the distance made him terrified. It would've been better to hide, then lose him.
Doyoung ducked behind one of the large seats shaped like a sofa with hard, plastic cushions. The sound of Taeyong walking around didn't stop, he kept circling around the place the male was in before. He could barely see the latter's shadow as he went farther then came back close for some reason. Something told him he wasn't coming for the carousel.
Doyoung turned his back, leaning against the fake sofa picking one knee up. He put his head forward to rest on the top of his leg, gasping for air. His legs hurt from running, his chest begged for air, his neck was pouring sweat from fear.
Mostly, his heart hurt, remembering Ryuneun.
A whimper involuntarily left him as the thought of her smiling face came back; innocent, happy, content. It was all his fault. Before he knew it tears seeped into his trousers. He tried keeping his crying down, hiccups and whimpering getting in the way when his throat didn't let him.

"Besides, if he even tries to come near you, I'll kill him with my bare hands."

Her voice appeared in his head so clearly, just in his ear, softly soothing his pain away. He picked his head up, leaning it back against the arm of the ride letting the tears run down his cheeks. "Fuck," he whispered to himself, bringing his sleeve up to wipe them away.
No, he couldn't cry now. Ryuneun wouldn't want that. She wanted to fight whoever this fucker was, so did he now. All he needed to do was survive.
Doyoung turned around and sneaked a look over the seat, not seeing Taeyong anywhere. He quickly pulled out his phone and checked the time, 12:52 am, a battery warning blocked his wallpaper, telling him he had twenty percent left. Fuck. He still didn't have enough footage of the murderer. He started contemplating getting out of his spot. On one hand he could get more of Taeyong's face, but on the other, the chances of dying was high. He decided to wait it out, hiding in the carousel was better than going out and being stabbed in the back. He already knew what Taeyong looked like better than the police, he even knew the psycho's full name.

A breather is what he deserved now.

Doyoung leaned his side against the hard sofa, more tears cascading down his face.
Time passed, more than he realized. He sat in the same spot and position for roughly thirty minutes, he knew when the time read 1:35 am. The police still weren't here, and two hours passed. To be honest, looking back, the line did cut off abruptly, ending his call too soon. They probably didn't care, maybe they passed him off as a prank call. He stared ahead at the horse in front of him, memorizing it's patterns and tracing them with his eyes at this point. His eyelids were falling heavy, not out of sleep but hopelessness.

Why did he bother living?

Two hours passed, the maximum amount of time it would have taken officers to arrive. Taeyong was still wandering around, looking for him. He wasn't going to come out alive.

A small smirk went over Doyoung's face, turning bigger as a chuckle left him.

He was going to die.