"Watch out--" I only had about three seconds to react before my body was harshly thrown to the side. I rolled a bit before finally halting to a stop. "Another person-- oh wait! Are you okay!?"
"Urgh... you really... knocked the wind out of...
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Fear is proof that your imagination is functioning.
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Hifumi Yamada's execution, 'To kill a Yamada' FT. Y/N,
New Yorks Best seller
Hifumis arms were digging into my stomach, i tried my best not to throw up all over his sweater or floor but with every jump he took i was closer and closer to losing my lunch. The more he ran down the stairs the more things spawned around us.
Books, papers, pens and pencils flew around the rooms like birds, they came to life. Some fell onto the floor, others on either desks or bookshelves, mainly they just stayed around in the air.
They dived down to hit us and hifumi tried his best to doge, it looked like it tried its best to come hit us-- no. not hit us, impale us.
"Hifumi, please let's think about this...?" I tried to reason with him for the fifth time, however nothing I could say to the ultimate fanfic creator could change his mind.
"D-Don't...worry, Y/N '' He huffed as he dodged a pen. "I won't let any harm come to you. We'll escape, we'll leave! All your hard work won't go to waste!"
'But you will end up killing me.....' I rolled my eyes but clutched onto his back as he leaped over falling ground. A pen grasped past his cheek and a paper scrapped his left shoulder. He hissed softly but still insisted to carry me. He picked me up once again and rushed forward, twisting left and right before a pen impaled his other leg.
He let out a loud cry, but he still pushed himself up. Looking back and forth between me and the exit, he rushed back to pick me up. No matter how many times we fell, he got hurt and I tried to escape—he always tried to drag me with him.
We were both beaten up, battled and bruised. Everything burned and my muscles felt like they turned to putty....
I begged and begged for the male to leave me behind. He would make it much farther without clinging onto me for dear life.
