Y/N One-Shots

Fallen To Hell

"COME BACK! YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN NEVER HIDE FROM ME!" a voice called out behind me as I continued running up the staircases.

I'm tired.

Tired of running.

Tired of looking back.

Tired of hearing his voice.

"Y/N! STOP RUNNING FROM ME!" he called out again.

I could tell he was near. My legs felt like they were on fire, maybe even like they were going to give up. The little voice in the back of my head kept telling me: Don't let him get you...You'll end up like your parents.

I began tearing up as I reached the 15th floor. The staircase would eventually run out, leaving me trapped. Trapped with the man that killed my family.

My heartbeat was a thousand miles a minute and I couldn't stop, not even to take a breath. Every wasted second was only death... closer and closer every second.

17th floor...

... 18th floor

19th floor...

then 20th floor... the last floor

"No. No. No." I cried as I ran up the final steps. I burst through the roof door and fell to the ground, shaking and clawing my way froward, like a useless and helpless baby. Looking around I couldn't see anything to defend myself with, the tears in my eyes blurred my vision. 

It felt like this was it, the end.

I let out a loud shriek as I heard his steps behind grow louder, louder than they have ever been. Not even thinking twice, I forced myself to my feel, taking steps backward to create distance between me and this maniac. 

He burst in through the door, sending it flying off its old and already broken hinges. 

I yelped and frantically pulled out the gun. My thigh holster fell to the ground as it had been loosened from all the running. The air was cold on my skin but it didn't stop from my pointing my gun and him without hesitation.

Inhaling and exhaling, the gun still pointed at him, I took more, steps backwards, not wanting to be near him. My breathing was louder and quick as I tried to catch it from all the running. 

But with every step I took backward he took two steps forward.

"We both know you won't shoot me, mon amour,"

Mon Amour. His french words rolled off his tongue beautifully. It made me weak to the knees when he called me "love". Only this time... this time it was different.

The way he said it. It enraged me, only making me want to pull the trigger even more than I already wanted to.

"Stand back, Alexander. I'll kill you in the blink of an eye" I shakily exhaled as I made eye contact with him. I could see a mix of emotions in his eyes.

"Y/N..."

"NO! NO! THIS IS WHERE YOU SHUT IT!" I screamed, my hand trembling, as well as the gun. "SHUT UP AND BACK THE FUCK AWAY!"

He didn't say anything but he knew that with every scream I let out, the more pain I was feeling. Call me sick and twisted but I wanted my screams to haunt his mind until the day I can no longer walk on this Earth. 

He was hurt no more than me but I was crazy. He knew this... I knew this and I knew it would only get worse from here.

I watched him scan my face, the tears I cried streaming down like a waterfall.