Not His Doll

Chapter 2

| The Big Escapade |

The preparations had been set. Y/n had forced the nightstand along with shelves, books, kickknacks, anything she could find against the bedroom door. She tied her hair into a ponytail and rolled up her sleeves. With a final deep breath she gripped each side of the wardrobe and sighed.
"This better work."

Without a second thought she pulled against the wardrobe, slamming it onto the floor beneath it. The noise was alerting and she had no doubt the intruders were on their merry way. 
She ripped open the laundry chute door, nearly launching herself inside as there wasn't a second to waste. The crowded space was dark and the air was unbearably stale. She used her arms and legs as support as she gradually climbed down the small vent, ignoring the spiderwebs that stuck to her damp skin. Eventually it grew difficult to keep a grip on the aluminum walls with her sweat lubricating each grasp. It resulted in many slips and stumbles, producing sounds of her body clunking around. Besides her own sloppy movement, the house was silent and there was no way to guess where the intruders were.

After what felt like centuries, she had finally made it down. Exiting the chute as quietly as she could, she quickly removed herself and examined the room she had traveled to. It was dimmly lit and she could barely see her surroundings. The chute had led her to the laundry room, and if she was correct the intruders should be upstairs investigating the bang. So with the little luck she had left, there was a chance she could make it to the front door and finally leave this place.

She scampered down the hallway, using the wall beside her as a guide to continue forward. It led her to a single room being the kitchen. Seeing this as an advantage, she quickly rummaged through each drawer and cupboard for a weapon, in case she ran into further difficulties.
She discovered knives of all sizes but the meat tenderizer is what caught her eye. It was brutal and all that would be needed is a simple blow to the temple. With a tenderizer in hand, Y/n's confidence grew great. All that was left was to leave towards the living room, and to get the hell out of here.

She held the mallet in hand tightly, mentally preparing herself to use it if necessary. She managed to keep a stable head until she caught glimpse of the living room. Relief consumed her, flooding through her body as she felt a slight weight off her chest. She had made it so far already, getting across the living room should be a piece of cake.
S

he took careful steps in entering the living room despite her heart beating from her chest. All was articulated and well until her eyes landed on the front door. With anticipation and way too much excitement she bolted through the living room, her eyes locked on one thing only and that was the door. Soon all of this would be behind her, and it'd be but a bad memory.

In the heat of the moment she grew blind and careless to her own surroundings; and in her own excitement she tripped, faceplanting into the hardwood floor beneath her. Almost immediately her nose spurted blood as she caught her breath after having the wind knocked out of her. Crimson blood poured from both nostrils and she could hardly contain it. She sat up in a daze and squinted real hard at whatever it was she fell over.

Her eyes widened in horror.
A

man– no, not any man. It was one of  her attackers. He was sprawled on the floor, dead in cold blood. She could only tell it was him by the single gold tooth hidden in the mass of what was once his skull. She took no effort in muffling her scream of horror at the gorey sight.

When did this HAPPEN?!
...
Who did this?!

She over thought the many possibilities as to what could happen tonight, but this, she could not fathom how this could happen. However she was less inclinced to stick around and find out, as this was no longer a deadly game of hide and seek but a matter of who dies next.
She stood to her feet despite her legs feeling like jelly, and swiftly turned away only to bump face first into a warm and damp surface. The action had her knocked aback as she stumbled slightly, nearly falling over the body once more.
Panicked she whipped her head towards the figure which now towered over her.

Her eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. A devil of a man loomed above her, a man who posed as a predator. He was huge in size compared to her two attackers. She stood better chances against the two bastards over this beast before her.
Blood coated his hands, his clothing stuck to his skin from the grime, and the white mask which hid his identity was stained red, with bloodied finger prints decorating the cracked porcelain. His "face" was his most frightening feature. It was of something she had never seen.

His eyes pinned her own, daring her to make the next move.

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