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Hunger

The impostor snickered at your pathetic attempt trying to rip the tongue off. Your breathe hitched when your body involuntarily move towards a table. Confusion clouded your head and you were sat down. Your senses heightened when Black settled down next to you. You gasped loudly, grasping at the sudden thrust of air you received, the guy's tongue had released your neck.

“I'm hungry,” he demanded as his bodysuit slowly retracted themselves. The tongue recoiled and the hair on your skin jumped straight up. The sloppy sound it made when it slithered it's way back in, the way the threads rematched themselves. Skillfully and proficiently. The suit looked brand new. Not a stain of the sinister blood, no trace of the hideous monster beneath it, “Get me something to eat.”

You couldn't formed the words at the tip of your tongue, even though they were readied to spill out of your mouth. Curses of frustration and disgust. That was why he was going through the boxes that were used to transport food in them. Those punctures were indeed teeth marks, you struggled to keep a straight face staring into the coated glass of his helmet. Tears were brimming at the corner of your eyes and you refused to let him see you breaking down on the inside.

You nodded weakly as you suppressed a choke from escaping. Through the glass, you couldn't make out the features of his face. It made you wondered whether he looked different behind the layer with a disguised face. With sharp cold eyes and a thin pair of pale lips, dangerous and conniving. Or, whether it was just as rotten as what you saw earlier: all mouth and teeth.

You walked towards the metal commercial sized refrigerator and swung it opened. As you expected, it was stacked with boxes and several glass bottles, perfectly lined up. An idea flashed. A risky one with unpredictable result. The chance of you getting into deeper trouble, fueling the murderous flame and flirting with death to the chance of you actually succeed and escaping. It was slim. But you knew you had to grab the chance, even if it was the last thing to do. The idea made you chuckle at its irony.

You gulped before pretending to pick up one of the box and knocking a glass bottle over. As expected, it shattered onto the metal ground. The sound echoed loudly throughout the cafeteria, you turned to the man behind you.

You frowned when he didn't move, not even a slight flinch. The noise the bottle made wasn't something to be taken as quiet, people on the other side of the door could definitely had picked up on it. Black only cocked his head to the side, signalling you to clean the mess you intentionally made. Your lips forged an apology before you carefully picked up the pieces, slipping one underneath your gloved palm during the process.

“We don't have lots of options, just some canned beef. Hope you don't mind those,” you tried to play off, muttering the last few words. You looked around for the trashbag before grabbing one from the cupboard. You cleared your voice and called out, “Can you come over for a second? I'm not quite sure how to open this shelf. It seems to have some sort of double layer lock.”

Your heart thumped loudly in your ears as your lips pressed into a tight line. The footsteps stopped right behind you, the shuffling of clothes startled your heart but you refrained yourself from flinching. The ringing in your ears was getting louder, and closer. It wasn't time to show your fear. You gripped onto the plastic bag tightly with one hand while the other hand you felt the sharp edge of the cool glass. You knew you had to do it, if you wanted to survive. It was either your life or his.

You breathed in and turned around.

The swift movement caught the man in black off guard. You opened the bag before pulling it over his head, engulfing his vision. He jerked, his hands grabbed onto the bag, tried to tear it apart, just like he did with Yellow's body. You envisioned how much pain she must had suffered through and how scared she must had been. But you believed, you knew she must had put up a fight for life. Black took a step back to pull away from you.