Time Travel

The Knife

Terror ran through you as you met Brooke's gaze.

Her tear stricken eyes stare at you sympathetically, but even through the pain and sadness, she kept looking behind you, just checking on the man with a knife to your throat.

You gulp, feeling the knife once more and noticing the trickle of blood sliding down your torso.

"What do you want?" You say, fighting to keep your voice from breaking because you knew the second it cracked the tears would start falling.

"What do you think I want?" The man scoffs, you could feel his amusement in the very words he was saying.

You would've answered but you had just realised Xavier's sudden absence.

Relief flooded through you, he had gone to get help!

With that sudden boost of confidence, you spoke to the night stalker once more.

"I don't know what you want, that's why I'm asking."

Richard Ramirez laughed again, moving from behind you to the front of you, not taking the knife from your throat.

The evil satanic snarl plastered on his face made you doubt that Xavier was coming back to help.

He was truly terrifying.

"Attitude, huh?" He slowly brought the knife from your neck.

You edged back slightly and realisation flashed through the night stalker's eyes.

"'You walk another step and this knife.." He tossed the knife in the air and caught it at the hilt, a perfect flip, "..goes right through your heart."

"Okay. Okay." You say, raising your hands, you couldn't help but begin to see true insanity in his eyes.

He was a fucked up man.

"Wait." You say, breaking everything down, "Why did you follow me and Brooke here?"

It was mostly a way to stall him from killing you but part of you was interested in what he was doing.

It was sort of like a free crime documentary, or at least one that's not twisted with time and stuff.

(I don't watch documentaries, they seem boring. Is that one about the Hotel Cecil good though? Cuz apparently season 5 is based from it)

Richard Ramirez shot you a curt smile before shrugging.

"To destroy the evidence." He gestured to you and Brooke, "But hey, look on the bright side, you got to live an extra day, that's not bad!"

You shot him a sarcastic smile (very much like ones that Maddison Montgomery used to give you all the time).

"So, you or her first?" He says, bored of the conversation.

Your mind spins, trying to think of some kind of excuse for not being slaughtered.

"You know how you said you were destroying the evidence," You look him in the eyes and he nods understandingly, "Why don't we just not tell anyone about it and not die? Sounds good to me."

He shakes his head.

"You ruined that chance with your first phone call."

You sigh hopelessly, you wished Xavier really had got help.

If he did, it'd better come quickly or you'd meet a rather grizzly fate since his patience was running low.

"You or her?" Richard Ramirez asks.

With another sigh, you answer.

"Me."

Might as well get it over with.