Legion x Reader Lemon.

Part one.

⚠️Mature content.⚠️

My heart was racing faster then it had ever raced before, pumping adrenaline through my core, and throughout my body. Of course, it wasn't because of a willing run, it was fear of what lurked behind me. I could hear the deep gasping of the killer, his footsteps much hastier than mine and harder into the wheat topped ground.
I had managed to outrun him to a pallet and slam it down before his body could reach me. The low shout he let out sent a cold spike down my spine, the hair on the back of my neck sticking up as goosebumps occurred. I hoped.. No, prayed, that he didn't catch up to me so quickly. I had escaped finally, making it to the last generator, and finding my teammate, god I was so glad to see someone. We were so close to finished when I looked up after a failed wire cutting, I tried desperately to yell over the rumbling of the generator but alas, it was moments before the knife of the masked man plunged into my partner. I stared at him, as he yanked the weapon back to himself, wiping the blood onto his mask. I could feel his ice-filled hues on me, I heard the rugged breathing and the raspiness beneath that off-white and now bloodied face covering. Why wasn't I already dead? He took a step forward, and I instinctively pulled my flashlight out to shine it in his face. He shielded his eyes and slammed his booted foot to my chest, knocking the air straight from my lungs. This caused a distressed groan to escape my lips, as I clamped my nails to his calf.
Lifting his leg again to try and stomp down harder, I rolled from under him, clambering to get to my feet, once up, I booked my way past him, sprinting like my life depended on it.. which I'm sure it did. I made it to a locker and smiled in a nervous relief. Through the cracks of the old redwood, that quote honestly reeked of a putrid dead animal, It made sense due to dead swine around the area. I peered out, It had seemed like it was taking quite awhile. Then I heard that.. breathing, turning into a chuckle. He was dragging the dagger of his across the lockers, until he'd stop at mine. The knives scraping abruptly stopped as well, plunging into the wood to use as a handle, flinging the door open. His gloved hand slammed to my windpipe, choking me out of my breath yet again, I coughed harshly, reaching up to yank down the killers hood and grasping the dirty-blonde locks of hair underneath.
The same shouting from earlier when I had slammed pallets onto him erupted as he lifted a leg to ram into my stomach, causing my grip to loosen, he let me go, and I hurdled over, slowly blacking out, as I saw the man yank the dagger from the door before I completely went.