My Angel [Isaac Foster/Zach x Reader]

"I don't want to suffer."

A new Sacrifice has arrived.

I was so hungry. Very hungry.

I moved my hand up to wipe away spit from my mouth, rubbing grit on my cold cheek. I let my trembling hand fall to the cobblestone beneath me as I once again gazed off into the distance, eyes cold and blank.

I was here for a reason, but I didn't know why. I was somewhere, but I had no idea where. I awoke in a room one night and found my way up an elevator onto this floor. Was it even nighttime? Maybe it was morning... Yeah, morning...

Thing is; this floor seemed like a small ruined city, filthy and old. Not to mention the serial killer that roamed around in attempts to slice up anyone he sees with a wicked scythe. I had seen many people... What did they call us..? Sacrifices? I had seen many sacrifices die already, and it was a fluke that I was alive.

I was always good at hide and seek, so even in unfamiliar terrain I could go mostly undetected. There are a few occasions where the murderer did find, me only to have me escape once again. There was one time when another sacrifice distracted the killer to save me. I saw the man's decapitated head the next day.

Not only is it filthy, but after almost two weeks of being in here I can't find food, and water was scarce, and clean water was just a fantasy. I don't think it was meant to sustain human life here.

I blinked up at the ceiling of my small wood-board hut. My home base was tucked away inside the walls of a building, barely big enough for someone to fit into, and hidden behind a dumpster. I didn't mind the smell.

As long as I was quiet and still, he would always pass right on by.

I'm so hungry...

My stomach growled loudly and it felt like someone kicked me in the gut. Okay, okay, I'll feed you, so calm down! I argued with myself.

Backing up slowly out of the wall I crawled out into the open. I felt too vulnerable and wanted to make this quick. I quietly made my way through the alleys, looking for dumpsters that remained untouched from my earlier exploits. I kept close to the walls and kept my senses alert for any sign of danger. My recent insomnia has made my reaction speed a bit low, so I needed to be careful.

Finally after a few minutes I found a dumpster without a chunk of wood on it, which I used commonly to mark searched bins. I did a quick check of my surroundings before peeking inside. Nothing of use except for a dull metal spike, plastic bottles, and some newspapers. I grabbed the spike and a bottle before continuing on, making sure to place a piece of wood on top of the dumpster lid.

I kept walking aimlessly, not really paying attention. I did come across a well though, it looked old and dirty, but it could be used. I shifted over to it and tried to peek inside, but it was too dark to see. In an attempt to lean into the well more, I rested my weight on the brick rim and felt it shift.

I tried to pull back as quickly as possible, but of course, my reaction time wasn't on my side. The bricks slid easily through the dry sandy dirt and sent me tumbling with it, as well as the objects I held in my hands. I landed with a thud on my chest, spraying water around me as I landed in a measly puddle. A loud clang from the pole echoed up the well and projected over the immediate area, but to me it felt like everyone in the world could hear it.

Pain pierced my leg, making me scream before abruptly shutting myself up, clasping a hand over my mouth and biting my finger. The metal spike had pierced my calf, luckily nothing too major, but it still hurt like hell.

I pulled at it, but the pain made me give up. Blood pooled onto the ground beneath me, turning the water crimson. I whimpered slightly as I forced myself to stand, leaning against the curved wall for support.