In The Middle

Vanoss

(STILL CONTAIN BLOOD, I APOLOGIZE)

"Moo!" I called for the tenth time... Still nothing. I've been looking for someone for at least 5 minutes... Which is a weird thing since I already searched the half of the first floor.

'Where are they-' My thoughts were interrupted by me spotting a hand laying on the concrete floor around a corner. All I could spot is the persons arm and his hair... His white bloody stained hair.

'Smii7y.'

I immediately ran to him as I slowly kneel down, ending at his side after sliding down on my knees. Beside him was Kryoz, also laying down, but unlike Smii7y, he was still conscious.

"Jaren..." He weakly muttered. He probably didn't notice my presence. Or he was too weak to see me even. Did he just said Smii7y's real name?

"Kyroz... He's fine." I assured him, making him look at me and smile. I know he was shocked, but his body was too weak to show the slightest of tenseness and emotion... All I see are pained expressions.

"Thanks... (Y/n)." He said before sleeping in tiredness. I looked at their wounds; Fourteen in Smii7y and Fifteen in Kryoz. Too many...

"John!" I looked up and saw a male, wobbling towards me. His voice was shaky and almost panicking.

"Bryce..." I uttered the male's name. Unlike the two, He only has a couple of slashes... Probably not above 10...

"How many-"
"Six... Only six."

He instantly answered. He probably noticed it too, Like Luke. But my thoughts are suddenly snapped as I recalled his sudden appearance...

"John? Is it Kryoz's?"
"...Yeah." He hesitated, but answered still. I gave a sigh and looked at where he came from.

"Is everyone here?"
"Yeah... They're probably running from Del or laying unconscious somewhere..."

I immediately stood up after he answered and walked towards the way he came from. "Luke is under the receptionist table... Bring Jaren there and come back for John. I'm sure Del won't touch you now that you're already slashed."

He stayed silent with shock portrayed in his face. I gave an embarrassed smile and answered; "Your names kinda slipped out of your mouths... Except for Luke who literally yelled it to me."

He gave an 'oh' reply and nodded. "Thank you." he said as he lifted Smii7y.

⌛⌛Time skip⌛⌛

"Save Vanoss."

Panda, or Anthony, who got sixteen slashes said to me before I turn around the corner...

'He's the seventh person to tell me that.'

Wildcat, or Tyler... Had Nine
Nogla, or David... Eleven
Terroriser, or Brian... Twelve
Fourzero, or Scotty... Thirteen
Basically, or Marcel... Ten
And Puffer... Seventeen

They all said the same thing...

I ran to the hallways until I find someone else...

And what I saw was much worse that I could imagine...

The next turn was straight from a horror movie; A trail of blood was sending me to the corner. I didn't hesitated to follow it... And I regretted it.

Stab.

A blue hoodie male pushed a knife about an inch to a brown Mohawk haired male.

Delirious...

Stabbed...

Moo.

"That's should teach you a lesson!" Delirious laughed manically as he waltz away from the other direction of me... Which was a fucking, relief!

"Where are Vanoss...." The maniacal voice slowly fades away, and after a second of almost feeling like days... I ran towards the male soaking on his own blood.

"Holy shit." I blurted out, holding my mouth and trying not to gag. He was worst than any of the others... Unlike them who only received slashes... He got stabbed...

I held his hand as I turned my gaze on his right thigh, seeing that deep stab in the middle of his leg.

"He fucking stabbed you! Luke said he would only slash! NOT STAB!"

Moo gave a questioning look but quickly changed to a pained expression. I calmly told him everything, making him smile while I counted all his wounds... Five.

"Well then... I'm Brock... And I'm sure Evan wouldn't mind you knowing his name..."
"Evan? Is that..."

He sighed. "Yeah... It's Vanoss."