Dollface

A Warning Part 2 P.H.

Art credit: CrazyZura

Bounding through the forest I felt my ankle twist as I stepped onto a stick. I hissed at the pain but I didn't stop running, I couldn't. I knew that he was right behind me, ready to grab me as soon as he could. I still had the burn from the last time he had gotten ahold of me, it stung again just thinking about it. "You can't run forever" I heard Patricks voice cackled from a few feet back. I grunted, forcing my legs to push me faster as I realized just how close he was becoming.

The sound of the leaves crunching loudly underfoot filled my ears as we sprinted deeper and deeper into the woods. It was becoming harder and harder to determine where I was, and where I was going. All I knew is I had to keep going. "God damnit" Patrick groaned as he pushed up the hill after me, obviously irritated that I hadn't run out of energy yet. I grabbed onto tree trunks, pulling at branches as I ran past to hurry myself along. I wished like hell that he would just give up and let me go, but I knew the chances of that were slim after what had happened with Victor Criss that day.

I was heading to the lunch table with my tray in my arms as Victor Criss made his way past me. He smirked and shoved his elbow in my direction, knocking my tray out of my hands and watching as it toppled to the ground. I gasped as it clattered against the linoleum flooring of the cafeteria. "Oops, didn't see you there Dollface." He snickered. The toe of his boot met the side of the tray as he kicked it across the room, scattering its contents across the floor in the process. "Oh no. You should probably clean up your mess."

I glared at him, so agitated that I felt like I might scream. I warned myself in my head 'don't do anything that you might regret' but I rarely took my own advice anyways. "Screw you" I mumbled as I moved to pick up everything that had just been destroyed. I felt a hand grab onto the back of my arm, stopping me dead in my tracks. "What did you just fucking say to me?" Criss growled, leaning in threateningly so that his face was only inches from my own. I was to angry to think about my words and they came spilling from my mouth without hesitation. "I said SCREW YOU."

I felt myself be shoved to the ground, the cold surface meeting the side of my body with a loud thud. "Stupid slut." Victor spat from above me as the toe of his boot meet my ribs. I groaned in pain, clutching my injury as I tried my best not to cry. He went to kick me again and my hand shot out in defense, grabbing hard onto his ankle. Obviously he wasn't a fan of that and quickly yanked away. He squatted down so that he was directly above me. "Your dead."

A piercing scream ripped through the forest air as I felt Patrick's large hand clamp down around my arm. "Let me go!" I screeched, wrenching against his grasp, but he didn't budge. He hooked one of his long slender arms around my waist, clamping his other hand down around my mouth as he dragged me along with him. "You really thought you were gonna get away there for a second didn't you?" He laughed, tightening his grip as I tried to wiggle away from him. I felt the urge to bite down into his hand but knowing it would only lead to more pain I decided against it.

As he carried me down to a clearing I felt myself be tossed to the ground, my shoulder meeting the dirt with a hard thud. I hissed in pain, moving my hand up to cradle my injury and I tried my best to scramble to my feet, unsuccessfully of course. "Didn't I warn you what would happen if I was to hear your name again?" He questioned, making slow circles around me. I shook my head not knowing what to do. I had done everything I could to stay the hell away from them but of course they had done the opposite for me. "I didn't do anything wrong. Your friend doesn't know what he's talking about" I hissed.

The sound of Hockstetters boot making hard contact with my ribs echoed through the forest around us as I screamed. "You just never know when to shut the fuck up do you?" He chuckled, pushing his black hair out of his face. I couldn't reply this time, in to much pain to even open my mouth. "Now what was it that I said I would do to you if you disrespected us again?" He jokingly questioned, his forefinger and thumb stroking his chin as if he was in deep though. "Oh ya I remember. I would make you sorry you ever existed." Another blow to my body, harder this time, right into my stomach. I clutched my abdomen as I leaned forward feeling as if I might be sick.

"Please just let me go." I begged, looking up at him from where I sat on the ground. The boy smirked, clearly enjoying my pain, and slowly shook his head. "I don't think so" he laughed. "Well what then? Are you going to kill me?" I asked, not sure of what the answer might be due to Hockstetters unpredictable nature. I noticed him pulling something from his pocket, a knife, henrys knife to be exact. The blade made a Metallic noise as it slide open, the silver reflecting brightly in the sun. He brought the weapon down and grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back so that he had full access to my neck. He pressed the blade harshly against my throat, so hard that I was afraid to breath at the thought that any movement could be my end.

"Why? Is that what you want me to do?" He smiled, a terrifying sadistic smile. I slowly shook my head, doing my best to avoid cutting myself along the knife. His smile turned quickly into a frown. "Pitty. You would look so pretty covered in your own blood." I shivered at the comment. I could hear the sound of the knife closing and I let out a sigh of relief despite knowing more harm was on the way. A hard slap to the face came next knocking me flat onto my back due to my already weakened state. I whimpered, holding my cheek as I tried to hold back my sobs. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he had hurt me.

"This is your final warning. If I have to come find you again, you will die a slow painful death-" The smile never left his face as those words spill from his mouth. "And oh how I will enjoy it." With that he straddled my waist, his weight enough to to hold me to the ground with minimal effort. His fist met my jaw with a thud so hard it made my vision blurry. He did it again and again and again until all I could see was black dots clouding around me. I felt liquid running down my chin from my now busted lip, every movement to avoid his punching again I got painful. Patrick had been right, In that moment, I did regret ever existing.