WARNING!
mentions of blood
violence.
This oneshot is based off of the game Saiko No Sutoka.
"Wakey, wakey", Hongjoong heard. He groaned as he slowly woke before seeing a bloodied young boy in front of him. It was his friend, San.
"Your awake. How lovely".
"W-where am I? Let me go"! Hongjoong shouted. He was tied to chair and San laughed.
"You can't escape. I don't want you to". San showed a knife covered in blood and giggled.
"W-what are you gonna do with that"? Hongjoong asked.
"We're gonna play a game. You manage to escape, I'll let you and leave you alone. But fails before the sun rises, your mine and I get to do whatever I want to you".
"Your sick", Hongjoong spat.
"Maybe I am. But that's what love it right? Love makes you do crazy things". San cut the ropes and walked away.
"I'd get started if I were you", he called. Hongjoong stood up and looked around.
"Phycho"... He whispered as he looked around before spotting a key on the desk. He grabbed it and smiled.
"This should be easy". Hongjoong rushed out of the door and looked around. A set of red glowing eyes appeared in darkness and Hongjoong moved back before bolting in the other direction. He knew who it was and he didn't want to run into the psychopath. Hongjoong looked at the key number.
"1C. Ok... That's downstairs". Hongjoong went around the halls until he reached the stairs and ran down. He made it to 1C and unlocked the door before running in and locking it behind him.
"Where's another key"... he muttered, looking through all the cupboards and lockers.
"You can't run"~
"Shit".... Hongjoong turned to see the red glowing eyes just outside the room, looking through the window.
"Found you". Hongjoong began searching frantically for the key before finding it.
"Yes! 2B"! He heard glass shattering and and door fell to the ground as San walked in, a smirk on his face. He jumped over the desk and ran towards Hongjoong but the older dodged his attacks quickly and ran out of the room.
"Get back here"! San screamed. Hongjoong didn't stop as he ran down the hallway.
"He isn't playing fair.. So I won't play fair either", Hongjoong whispered as he made it to room 2B. He walked in, leaving the door wide open. He heard footsteps as he searched the room. Finding a key for the infirmary, he turned to see San entering the room.
"There you are". San smirked as he held the knife tight in his hand before he charged forward. Hongjoong grabbed a chair and hit San across the room before he ran to the door, locking him in.
"Hey! You can't do that"! San shouted as he got up off the ground and ran to the door, banging on it.
"Let me out"! He shouted.
"No. You play dirty, I play dirty. It's only fair". San frowned before he flipped the knife around and hit the handle against the window.
"Oh shit"! Hongjoong turned and ran as San kept kicking the door before it fell.
"Get back here now"!! He screamed, running after Hongjoong. He threw a knife towards him but missed.
"Damn it"! San shouted. Hongjoong unlocked the infirmary and closed the door tight before he began looking for the key.
"Where is it... Found it"!! It was the exit key.
"This was so easy"! The door broke and San stood in the doorway.
"You can't escape! I won't let you! Your mine"!! He ran forward. Hongjoong ducked under his arm and ran out, making his way towards the exit. A knife was thrown at him and landed in him arm.
"Fuck"! He shouted. He reached the door and unlocked it, running out and slamming it shut and locking it as he saw San running towards the door.
"You can't escape! Please"!! San began breaking the window as Hongjoong backed away.
"Please don't leave me"! San tried to climb out but his hand slipped, making him fall and land on some glass still attached to the window. He screamed as the glass impaled him in the abdomen.
Hongjoong looked at him as blood rolled down the door. San looked up as he eyes filled with tears.
"P-please"... he whispered, reaching a hand out to him. Hongjoong went to lift his arm up before he shook his head and ran off. San let his tears fall.
"J-Joong"... he whispered before he went limp, blood still rolling down the door and dripping onto the floor under him.
