Badboyhalo Oneshots

My Angel

Warning: Gore, angst, murder, yandere?

Word count: 1944

Puffy POV:

I look down at a frantic ravenette struggling for freedom. The fear in their eyes, the helplessness of their movement. How they seem so desperate and so vulnerable, it is a very pretty sight. I grab a knife from which I left there a few days beforehand, and look around the house that will soon hold another restless soul. To die in a place so desolate seems almost pathetic. 

I grab one of their wrists and leave a light cut making sure to not cut a nerve just yet. The blood bubbles to the surface of their skin, trying to reach to the surface. The ravenette makes no noise but you can tell that they have at least clenched their teeth from the sudden pain rushing through them. It won't hurt them much since they are high on adrenaline, but once they run out it will be a painful memory, probably one of their last ones too. I smile a bit and let a giggle bubble out in hysteria. 

"One cut, two cuts, three cuts, more~" I look down to them to see slight tears form from the fresh cuts. "Is it painful? I know it is for you. You deserve it though don't you?" They lay frozen in place, what a pathetic sight. "Don't you? Nod. I said nod if you want a bit more time in your own body~"

I lift them up a bit before pressing their face on the floor. They make no movements of struggle, they are so submissive, so frail, so vulnerable and weak, this person is already broken in. They give me no more entertainment or pride in my work, at least my work with them. 

I give them a small pinch hoping for a response. They do nothing, absolutely nothing. In a rush of anger I pick them up, but they are limp. I dropped them again.

"You are really boring, you know that right? To make this a bit more exciting I will let you go for a bit, you probably don't know where you are, so this will be fun."

I hear a small whimper escape their mouth. Maybe they are just waiting for the right moment to escape me. They may be my first murder but they will surely be more exciting. I put the knife in my pocket, I made sure to take their pocket knife as well. I look down at them before I untie them. 

"As soon as I let you go you run, ok? There won't be a head start. Ready... set… GO."

They sprint for the door, a smart first move when dealing with someone who has weapons. Even then they should have waited for me to untie their hands too. This was over pretty quickly. I open the door for them and they run out the front door as well, I walk over and watch them run. After a bit of collecting myself I ran after them. I have to say they are pretty athletic. 

I look over to them to see that they have already gotten fairly far. I can see their chest rising and falling. I can sense their hysteria, their desire. You can almost feel what they are feeling. Their fear, the desperate fear, the lonely fear. The loss of potential is hilarious, imagine what could have happened. Imagine those affected. 

The crying faces, the longing for their friend, foe or relative. The foe is affected the most, how they lost to someone else, or how they may see that it wasn't hatred. The relatives reliving their memories with them and how they became something so unique to them. The friends can only imagine the plans they had with them, they will never be fulfilled. 

I smile a bit at the thought, I won't be able to see it for myself. I can only fantasize and hope for it. 

I look around the place hoping to see him, but he seems to be gone. I decide to follow anything I can. I look down to see crushed leaves, which makes it easier. They lead almost to the outside of the forest, but luckily they seem to turn around.