BTS: Yandere Horror |1|

V: Blood Works

The moon gave off an eerie glow in the enchanted forest you resided in. Or, more specifically, you were trapped within.

As an outcast from the village, you were plagued to survive two nights in the woods where a diversity of magical creatures resided. Many, who preyed on human flesh and blood. It was a nightmare to be in your situation, but you couldn't deny the fact how you had condemned this on yourself. It was you who pointed out and exposed the mayor's son's plot to poison the town and sacrifice it for the cult.

But who was to believe you?

No one.

Not even your family.

They thought you were crazy.

Mental.

Diseased.

It was ironic, however, for they were the ones who were sick.

The whole town gave you a choice. Burn at the stake like a regular witch, or come undone in the enchanted forest.

Of course you chose survival.

CRACK!

With the flick of your chin, your head shot up, eyes gouging out your surroundings. You sat on the ground, knees to your chest and white cloth gowns of a traitor dirtied by the nature around you.

"Wh-who's there?" You whispered quietly, not wanting to move a single muscle. Goosebumps dared to position themselves like chicken pox on your skin.

Another rustle

Then a growl.

Faster than you ever had done, you got up and ran. Without a single care about the leaves that you trampled beneath you, you ran for your life.

Like a white bunny targeted like pray, your innocent soul craved desperately for salvation.

No matter what form it came in.

With every huff and puff, the growling of the beast before suddenly subsided. You squeezed your eyes shut and swore mercilessly. The predator was onto you. When it ceased its growl, you knew whatever hunter it was, it was going to catch you. A prey, fragile hunk of meat, a locked on target.

Tears made their way to your eyes effortlessly. You weren't ready for death. No...

Another crack and you turn your head to the source, it's luminescent eyes glaring holes through your frame.

You cowered and your eyes panicked around the area, searching for hope as you ran.

There was one

A big tree with low branches

A tree.

You were an awfully excellent climber.

You made a dash and grabbed the lowest branch. It stung as slivers dug their way through your skin but you managed.

After all, there were things that hurt more.

Grunts filled your blank mind as you only had on goal tonight.

Not to die.

Suddenly a magnificent force pulled you down, ripping your arms from the branch. You screamed as your head cracked onto the ground below, and you finally met your hunter.

A tiger like mutation with fangs the size of walruses and claws made out of the iron. Eyes mad with a blood lust so great it was levels higher than just a killer instinct.