"Your luck's ran out, Juliet," the girl heard from outside the room, the voice growing closer and closer to the darkened entrance of her bedroom. She held back a whimper, squeezing her eyes shut as she pressed her head quietly back against the wall. When she finally reopened her eyes, she caught sight of the shadow of a hand reaching for the door handle, pushing it open completely to engulf the room in a brightness even she couldn't hide from. However, it seemed to not be bright enough, because the killer stepped into the room without even seeing her pressed against the wall beside them.
As the killer behind the mask craned their head in Juliet's direction, she sucked in one last breath before moving forward. She kicked them in the stomach before they could even think about lifting up their knife and plunging it deep, deep, into her flesh and blood and watch it ooze from her inflicted wound. They couldn't even think of it.
As soon as the killer had dropped to the floor, the knife once again clattering to the floor beside them, Juliet ran out of the room and straight to the open front door. She took the stairs in two, hand gripping the rail tightly as she frantically swung her head around every so often. She could hear the killer coming, them clambering down the steps a few floors above her, which only pushed her to go further. She hadn't even seen if Ethan had received the text anyway, so as she knew it, the fate of her life was in her very own hands.
Of course, no one was waiting for her in the lobby, and no one seemed to be roaming the streets around their block. Juliet let out a cry of disbelief as she pushed herself into the fresh, midnight air of the city - where had everyone gone? There were always people around in New York, so why had they all disappeared?
She sprinted down the street of New York, tears building up in her eyes, but she wasn't a runner. Juliet was a reader, an avid participant in the observation of life, so when she was forced to run for a long period of time, even if it was for her life, she wasn't very fast. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd ran.
That was what explained the situation she found herself to be in, glancing around one last time to see if the killer was still chasing her. However, she'd fallen right into their trap, because when she turned around, they were charging at her with their knife extended towards her heart.
She widened her eyes, letting out a gut-wrenching scream as she turned to the side, trying to avoid the blade of the knife. It didn't strike her in the heart, but it struck her in the arm, slicing cleanly through her skin as the killer stumbled forward. The girl fell backwards into the wall with an hand on her arm, the blood pouring through her fingertips as she cried out into the night. She thought nobody was around, that no one could hear her, but she was wrong.
Ethan had heard her scream. He was running down the street beside her when his ears perked up, listening to the piercing voice he knew better than anyone's. He pushed himself forward, running faster than ever, as he swiftly turned the corner to see a sight he never wanted to witness again. The killer was pulling themself to a stand as they eyed the bleeding girl down, her unaware to their movements as she tilted her head painfully towards the sky.
"Julie!" Ethan cried out as he hurriedly moved forward, his voice interrupting the killer's movements as they turned around to face his direction. The boy stumbled to a stop, warily eyeing the distance between himself and the masked mystery, and the distance the killer had from the crying Juliet. The killer seemed to take notice of this as they smirked beneath the mask, tilting their head to look back at the blonde against the wall.
"Don't you hurt her!" Ethan shouted angrily as he stepped forward, brows drawn in as his lips twisted down. Ghostface merely tilted their head as they lifted their knife up, using their other hand to swipe off the girl's blood. They sent the boy one last glance before turning around, their back to the boy, as they stepped closer to Juliet with the knife held tightly in their hand. "Don't fucking touch her!"
He ran up to the killer, pushing him from behind, causing the masked individual to fall to the ground once more. Sirens filled the air as the police drove down the streets nearby, drawing closer and closer to the scene incriminated by the person behind the mask. That person hurriedly stood to a stand, stumbling back before they finally regained their composure. With one last glance back at the two, Ethan's hand hovering by the girl's waist as he stood protectively in front of her, the killer dragged the knife across the air before their throat to mimic death. Then they ran away.
"Ethan," Juliet cried, blood dripping from her arm to the floor as she finally caught his eye. He turned around in an instant, his own flicker of worry clouding his sight as he surveyed her bleeding arm and terrified face. "Thank you."
He drew back for a second, brows furrowing as his lips twisted into a deeper frown, before he brought a hand up to her cheek. "Don't thank me, alright?" He pleaded, his voice quiet in the loudness of the moment. "I'm sorry for leaving you alone. I should never have left you alone."
"You didn't know," she muttered, eyes flicking down to rest on the collar of his shirt. She didn't have the energy to stare into his deep eyes.
"That doesn't make it any better," he mumbled, thumb rubbing against the soft skin of her cheek. That was when she finally glanced back up, meeting his sight once more with teary eyes. "Let me see your arm."
With eyes squeezed shut and a whimper of pain, she brought her hand away from her arm as his hand dropped from her cheek. He glanced at it with a hidden wince, watching the blood continue to drip from the wound extending along the width of her arm, before turning back to her with a soft smile.
"They're coming, the pain will go away soon," he promised, hair casting a shadow across her face to hide the gleaming street lights from her view.
She ducked her chin, a forced laugh flying through her lips as she shook her head. "I never wanna do that again," she laughed, her voice light. Ethan's lips tugged up into a smile.
"You won't have to," he swore, pushing her hair gently away from her face to catch her eyes.
However, did he really know that was true?
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