Not His Doll

Chapter 11

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'Do I run?'

No- I face him, I have to.

'He'll be pissed.'

I know, but what better is it to hide?

With a final jerk the attic door swung open. Legs already weak as jello, her bravery diminished the moment she heard the ladder crash from the ground beneath. Suddenly feeling faint her knees betrayed her dropping to the floor.

"No, what are you doing!?" She whispered to herself.

"Get up!" 

"Y/n?" Brahms called out; his gruff-accented voice was masked by the one which haunted her from before, it was of a sweet child.

GET UP.

"Where are you?" He whimpered.

Say something. Do SOMETHING!

On her hands and knees, she crawled behind a heightened trunk, holding her legs to her chest.

"Playing hide and seek, are we?" He announced, his natural voice beaming from across the room. 
"Speak now darling, for I am in no mood for games."

"I–" She hesitated. Clutching a hand over her tightened throat, she exhaled a shiver.

"...Very well." Brahms sighed. His footsteps were heavy, and torturous as they echoed against the wood floor. Her heart nearly leapt from her chest as his shadow cast on the ground next to her.

With widened eyes she listened in terror as his muffled breath grew louder. With her hands clasped over her head, she balled her hair into tight fists. 

Take a breath... just- THINK.

"You cannot hide from me, dear."

Brahms tilted his head back, his eyes closing as he inhaled the sweet, fragrant air.

"Mm-hmm." He exhaled, his throat humming against his Adam's apple in approval. Peering over his shoulder, he studied the various trunks and boxes that sprung messily across the ground. An opened box caught his eye, a devilish smirk creeping from underneath his mask.

"Do you know what gives you away?" He asked, grabbing a bundle of rope from inside a stacked box. Unraveling it playfully he proceeded towards the tattered boxes, his hand resting atop the trunk lid.

He leapt from around the trunk, his hands positioned with the intent to grab and bind her. In her place sat a dismembered mannequin. Kicking the piece of plastic into the wall he grumbled in anger, slamming his fist against the trunk. The lid rattled indicating the trunk had been unclasped. Slowly tilting his head, he sighed a chuckle. Placing his hand atop the lid his fingers slid under the latch as he readied his other hand.

"-Your predictability."

With as much strength as she could muster Y/n kicked open the trunk, smacking Brahms in his porcelain face. Releasing a roar of pain and anger he dropped to his knees, coddling the broken shards which fell from his face. In record's speed she leapt from inside the trunk. Nearly making it two steps he grabbed her ankle, ripping her from where she stood. Falling on her beaten knees she groaned, gritting her teeth in agony. Using her free foot, she kicked him square in his jaw where another shard fell revealing a large portion of his jaw. Blood gushed from within his mask seeping through the cracks and crevices, adding to his deranged appearance. He cocked his head to the side cracking it back to comfort before launching towards her in fury.