He stared at her as she drowned into the lake of her own blood, not letting his feelings take over him.
He stared at her blankly, not even flinching at the way she screamed and moved her arms and legs, trying to get above.
He stared at her as if she wasn't there begging for help as she felt her skin crawling her body shrinking with pain.
He stared at her with hatred, not caring if she was the victim from the start or how innocent she looked in that white dress that glowed in the darkness.
He stared at her and finally smirked evily, ready to bring his plan to life.
"Let the game begin." he whispered and snapped his fingers, taking her away from thr darkness, but dangerously close to her worst nightmare.
Rebecca's POV:
I was scared to open my eyes or move. I felt hard rocks underneath my back, making my position uncomfortable. I could hear my pulse and feel my chest rising and falling as I took small breaths.
Am I dead?
That was the only thing I could only think of. Is this how death feels? Is this how I will be forever?
I heard heavy footsteps coming from a few meters away, bringing knots to my stomach. I furrowed my brows and slowly opened my eyes, staring up at the orange sky and the trees around me. I frowned in confusion, trying to understand what's going on.
Is this heaven?
A distant laugh made my frown grow deeper. I shifted myself and sat up, looking around at the very familiar place. I then noticed I'm wearing a white dress that reached above my knee. The footsteps came closer along with familiar voices. I rubbed my right elbow, feeling my skin aching there as the footsteps came closer.
"Are we there yet?" a female voice groaned.
"I think we can put our tents here." another voice said.
My blood ran cold and my eyes widened the second I recognized the voices. I swung in my spot, seeing the three of them walking towards me, all of them tired as they stared down at the hard ground.
"Oh. My. God." I murmured, not believing what I was seeing.
"I'm so hungry," Grace said, following Calum from behind.
I sat on the ground speechless, staring at them as they walked and started making the tents and fire without me. Did they even notice my presensce? Do they even know me?
I sat on the empty spot next to Grace when they gathered around the bonfire, feeling ignored and invisible. Grace leaned his head against Ashton's shoulder and then's when a wave of familiar feelings washed through me. It felt odd, being with my friends once again but being unnoticed by them.
I walked around the bonfire, checking out if they could at least see my shadow but nothing happened. I sat down across from them and stared at them with a small smile playing on my lips as they laughed with Calum's joke. I laughed too and they still didn't notice me. I sighed, sad that I couldn't talk to them. I then saw a movement behind the trees on my left, making my head snap towards that direction.
I furrowed my brows and stared suspiciously at there, waiting for something to come out. My heart skipped beats when a shadow came out from behind the trees and appeared in front of us. Grace screamed as she was pushed a few feet away, landing on the ground on her side. I sucked in a breath as the two boys gave bewildered looks at the guy that stood in the center, next to the fire.
"Harry?" I whispered in pure shock.
I could see his back and how his muscles tensed, staring down at the three of them. Ashton and Calum stood up and attacked Harry, trying to tackle him down to the ground. Punches and kicks were aimed at each side of Harry's body, but none of them hurt him or made him flinch. I was scared and shocked as I stared at them, the familiarity of the scene bringing back nerve-cracking feelings to my body.
Harry suddenly wrapped his hand around Ashton's throat, lifting him from the ground. Calum looked around and ran towards a wooden stick, finding his weapon that he thought it will help.
"No!" Grace screamed, her body shaking with fear.
Ashton struggled to free himself and panic coursed me when I remembered what was coming next. I have to stop it from happening again. This time I have the chance to be brave and fight. Are you fucking crazy?! Run! It's your chance to run! No. I can't just leave them die.
Not again.
Calum hit the back of Harry's head with that wooden stick, but Harry didn't even flinch or hiss. I stood up and suddenly jumped on Harry's back just before he could throw Ashton in the air, surprising myself for doing that. My heart raced as I wrapped my arms around Harry's neck and my legs around his waist, pulling him back. Harry suddenly stumbled back and I locked eyes with Ashton who gave me a bewildered look.
"Rebecca?!" Calum stared at me with shock, backing away.
Harry let a low groan and placed his hand on my forearm that was tightly wrapped around his neck. I was shockingly strong enough to pull him back and all the adrenaline rush was mixed with fear and determination as I acted.
"Harry stop!" I shouted, feeling his muscles tense even more.
Ashton gasped for air, still trying to free himself. Calum ran towards Grace and helped her stand up, who was staring at me with wide green eyes. Fear had taken over her and she couldn't even move. Harry finally let go of Ashton, causing his body to fall on the ground with a loud thud. Ashton tried to catch his breath for a second but quickly recovered and attemped to stand up.
Harry brought both hands on my forearms, backing away. At first, I thought he was going to throw me down, bringing fear to my body. My heart pounded louder as I tightened my arms even more, wanting to keep him away from my friends.
"Go!" I yelled at Ashton who coughed and stumbled on his feet.
"What-no! We can't leave you!" Ashton hissed, throwing his hand towards me.
My heart broke at his words and I shook my head, hearing Harry hissing underneath me. His hands started now pulling my forearms away and I knew it was a matter of seconds before he will finally take me off of him.
"Run! Don't think about me!" I yelled.
Ashton looked back at Calum and Grace before looking back at me, breathing heavily. Sadness and guilt flashed behind his features and I could see he was trying really hard to make a decision.
"Get off!" Harry hissed, slowly pulling my hands away, his fingertips making my skin ache as he pressed.
"Go!" I yelled again at Ashton.
He let an exasperated huff and swung around, sprinting to get closer to Grace and Calum. The three of them rushed into the forest, dissapearing from our sight in seconds. Relief washed through me momentarily through me but it was soon replaced by panic when I was suddenly thrown over, landing on my back on the ground and Harry bending on top of me.
I ignored the jolt of pain that was sent through my back and quickly stood up, glancing at his eyes to find them black, their sight making me shiver. I stood on my feet and let a frustrated grunt as I attacked Harry again, wanting to grab hold of his wrists and tackle him to the ground than actually hurt him, which was impossible.
His large hands took mine as I reached to grab his shoulders, his strong arms pulling me down. I slowly kneeled down, hissing as I used more strength. Harry's black eyes looked at me with anger, vains bulding out beneath his skin on his forearms.
"Harry! Stop!" I said through clenched teeth, managing to push his hands back and stand on my feet again.
I aimed a kick at his side just to make him let go of my hands, but he only let go of one hand and took hold of my leg with, pulling me towards him, making me trip and almost fall on the ground. His grip was tight on my hand and leg, holding me still. I gave him a bewildered look, not expecting him to hold me than let me fall.
He then suddenly pushed me back, making me lose balance and fall down on the dirt. I should've known better. A frustrated grunt came from my throat as I rose again, giving him a scowl. He smirked, amused with my anger. I reached forward and shoved his chest, making him stuble on his feet. I ran and reached to grab a wooden stake but he grabbed my forearm and pulled me back with such a force that all the oxygen was knocked out of my lungs.
I turned around and aimed a punch at his jaw only to be softened by his forearm. I pursed my lips tightly and struggled to free myself, his tight grip actually hurting me. We locked eyes and their black colour only scared me.
"Stop," he said through clenched teeth.
I shook my head and pushed him back, managing to loosen his grip around my forearm. I kicked his leg, finally freeing my forearm and quickly running towards the bonfire. I ignored the small jolt of guilt that was sent through me. I didn't want to hurt him, but I couldn't do anything else. He wasn't my Harry. He was dangerous.
The moment I grabbed a stake, I felt a hand wrapping around my leg and pulling me down on the ground. I screamed as he dragged me away from the bonfire, still holding tightly the stake in my hand. I turned around and glared at him, just as hard as he glared down at me. He bent down and reached to grab the stake from my hand but I was quick to move my hand away.
His angry eyes locked momentarily with mine before looking back at the stake. Without thinking, I threw it away and took a fistful of his hair, pullind him to the side. He groaned and I managed to bring him down to the ground next to me. He let go of my leg and roughly grabbed my forearms, pulling them away from his hair. I groaned in pain and he gave me a scowl as he hovered over me again.
"Stop!" he yelled, making me cringe.
He raised his hand to slap me but I was quick to shove his chest with my hands and push him back. I sat up and pushed him again, my body now feeling tired. I kept fighting though, no matter how much it hurt fighting Harry.
"Harry!" I screamed in exasperation, wanting to wake him up.
He gave me a bewildered look and something flashed behind his eyes before he suddenly pushed me down and stood up. I saw him reaching behind his waistband, meaning he was about to take his secret knife out. Panic and fear flooded through me as I stood up to my feet. He brought the glistening knife in front of him, smirking now as he stared at me.
"Harry...no..." I shook my head, telling him not to do this.
He raised a brow, being somehow sarcastic. Do something or he will stab you! I screamed when he suddenly appeared in front of me like a flash, the knife raised in the air and ready to hurt me. I didn't even realize what I was doing as I aimed a kick at his side yet again, finally managing to do it.
He didn't flinch though and he kept staring at me with his evil smirk. I gave him a scared look and aimed a punch at his jaw, only to bring my wrist held by his large hand. He pulled me towards him, making me use more strength to keep my body as far from him as possible. I stared at his black eyes that brought fear and anxiety to my heart, wishing I could bring the good side of him back to the surface.
His black eyes softened and I saw them turning green, his pupils appearing. I gasped and stared at his eyes with shock, all the anger suddenly replaced by worry.
"Harry?" I breathed, my chest rising and falling as my heart pounded rapidly in there.
"Stop fighting me." he requested lowly, his green eyes showing concern.
I sighed and nodded, my grip on his hand loosening. He pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arms around me. I took a fistful of his tee and hid my face in his chest, not believing he's not that guy. A heavy sigh came past my lips as relief coursed my veins, calming me down.
The sound of the knife falling on the ground hit my ears, meaning it was Harry. He hid his face in my neck, his cold breath crashing against my skin. I managed to catch my breath and calm down my heart's pulse, bringing my body back to normal.
"Oh my God," I whispered and pulled back to lock eyes with him. I cupped his cheeks with my hands, tears of relief wanting to form. "I can't believe it's you.."
"What's going on? Why are we here? What happened to you?" he asked worried.
I shook my head. "I-I don't know," I admitted. "This must be another nightmare."
"Nightmare?" He let a humorless chuckle. "This is something worse."
"We have to stop the demon before he hurts my friends." I said, anxiety bringing more knots in my stomach.
"Who gives a shit about your friends?" another voice said, making me give Harry a shocked look. He gave me an angry one, not because of me, but because of the person that owned that voice.
We turned our heads to look at the demon standing right in front of the fire, smirking evily at us. "You're the guest star here, darling."
"You bastard," Harry hissed, his arms tightening protectively around me.
I gulped, scared now that the demon appeared. I placed my hands on Harry's chest, feeling his heart pounding faster underneath.
"Nice to see you too, Harry." the demon replied sarcastically. "Isn't it just great that we're all back here?" he said, clapping his hands made of smoke once.
"Wouldn't it be great if I send you all the way back to where you came from?" Harry spat, glaring at the demon.
The demon chuckled. "Hell? Oh well, my dear friend," the demon took some steps closer to us. Harry's muscles tensed even more and he clenched his jaw, growing angrier with the demon's presensce. "Guess what. You are not the one I'm gonna see in hell this time."
Harry furrowed his brows in confusion, making my stomach twist even more. Oh shit, no.
The demon and I locked eyes, hatred being shared between our gazes. "How did death feel like?" he asked, making my heart clench painfully in my chest.
Harry looked down at me, his gaze intense. I swallowed the tears that wanted to appear, remembering how bad it hurt when I suffered. Harry looked back at the demon, his arms tightening even more around me.
"What did you do to her?" he scowled at the demon.
The demon chuckled. "Me? Nothing. But you," he smirked evily. "You will."
"What?" I murmured in confusion.
Suddenly, Harry and I were pushed away from each other, my scream loud and hurting my throat. Harry was now standing meters away, but I could still see his sharp features. I tried to move but I couldn't. I glared at the demon that stared at us with amusement, meaning we were paralyzed.
The knife Harry was holding minutes ago was suddenly lifted from the ground and flew towards Harry. The knife landed in Harry's hand and I felt my heart stop beating as fear brought heat to my body. Harry looked shocked at the knife in his hand before locking eyes with me from the distance.
The demon laughed evily and clapped his hands once. "Now guys," he said, making us both look at him. "Let's play Harry trying to kill Rebecca, shall we?"
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