Prism of Equilibrium

Chapter 10: Let's Play, Selena

Okay, guys.

Make sure you listen to the soundtrack okay?

This chapter is awesome.

I promise you, as long as you listen to the soundtrack while reading!

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*REMEMBER TO LISTEN TO THE SONG

*I KNOW THE COVER IS SCARY

*BUT ITS NOT REALLY SCARY

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"Wake up." The whisper was so close that I felt the warm breath against my ear. I got up quickly and saw that the door's opened. It must've been Branson pulling a prank on me.

"What is it?" I asked sleepily. I wonder what he wants now. I felt like I've just slept for some hours—well, that's what I've always felt when I woke up, though. The point is that I'm so tired to even open my eyes.

But why isn't he answering?

I rushed out and saw him, asleep. It's normal because this isn't even morning yet. The clock on the wall shows that it's only 3 o'clock.

I have just slept for 4 hours.

Wait, so it was just a dream? Well, that's nice. Now I can sleep for some more. I entered my room and was about to lay down when I heard the backdoor slammed shut in the kitchen. I know this is stupid but I can't control this soul-ripping curiosity inside me; I went and checked the kitchen.

As soon as I was there, I regret it. I always know I'll regret things I decided to do when I'm curious.

But I could never stop doing it.

It's dark and quiet here. Everything seems to be normal—-but not my feelings. I began to fear whatever it is that has woken me up in this hour. It's not a dream but it's not Branson, either.

I should just go back to sleep and forget this spooky night. 

Then I stopped when I saw something glimmering on the dining table.

It was something, something that tells me that it was not a dream that had woken me up.

A dagger.

It was left on the kitchen's counter. On top of it a note reads: 'Let's play, Selena', hand-written in red capital letters. My heart skipped a beat.

What the hell is going on?

I ran back quickly to the living room. I have to wake Branson up. This is not a joke.

"Branson! Branson! Wake u— what?!" Where is he? Why isn't he on the sofa?

I swear I spotted him on the sofa just now.

This is bad. What should I do?

It's too dark to see anything outside and I can't move; someone is watching my every move. I'm not alone.

Is that a flicker of light I see behind the window glass?

I heard a knock on the backdoor.

It was quickly followed by another knock on the window alternately, continuously.

Please stop!

I'm scared.

I'm scared!

I'm fucking scared please stop it!

I can hardly catch my breath. My heart was pounding too fast. "Please stop it!" I shouted as I covered up my ears from the sounds. "I said stop it!"

For a few seconds, it stopped. I took this chance to run. I only stopped to grab the dagger and continued running out of the house through the backdoor.

I try to maintain my breath after I reached the backyard. I can't spot anything that was chasing me but I feel so vulnerable, so fragile that I feel that I might break any second now.

Where are you Branson?

Please help me.

A shadow ran pass me in the speed of light and it's not my imagination. I can tell by how it made my hair flew. "What do you want?!" I turned to look in every direction. And in the blink of my eyes, my arm was slashed. I let the dagger fell out of my grip.

I yelped, tears bursting out as dark red blood spreaded out on my sweater's sleeve. I heard somebody grunted in the distant. "What do you want?" I shouted again. It sounded more like pleading than threat this time.

Before I could even blink, someone is already towering over me, the cold blade of his dagger pressed again my neck, causing me to stop breathing. His gaze pierced through me. I am paralyzed, and in the hand of someone who's going to kill me, I can't even scream for help.

"Who are you?" he asked, each word was uttered in hatred. He dug the cold blade deeper. But then he was already stumbling around as he screamed in pain and held his head with both hands as if it's going to split into halves, veins smashing wildly against his temple.

I fell to the ground, unable to run eventhough I'm screaming inside. The pounding in my head thundered again and again. I saw him, his black hair reflecting the light of rising sun in distant. He looked like a fallen hero with that beautiful background. A fallen psychotic hero.

Wait...

Who is that figure walking here? Please not another maniac. I crawled away, hoping I can get away and hide in the house, until someone saves me.

Then I felt a hand on my right shoulder. "Get away!" I outcried and kicked with all my energy that is left. Every part of my body hurt. My muscles felt like they're burning.

"Selena! It's me! It's okay now." I heard a voice and I recognize it immediately—Branson's.

"Branson! Where were you?" I cried and clung my arms around him.

"It's okay now. I'll take care of that boy, don't worry." He patted my head lightly and piggybacked me while I rested my head on his back, heart still beating frantically.

Now the only problem left was that black-haired psycho killer.

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So lemme be honest...

The reason this chap is very very very late was actually funny.

Well you know i need to imagine all kind of stuffs while typing this chap.. and i need to find the perfect soundtrack.

And it was fugging hell CREEPY.

There were some other soundtrack thats even worse than this one, and when I listened to it with my headphones, i was like.

"OH SHIT SHIT SHIT STOP THE EFFING MUSIC"

Kekeke~ so now, remember to vote and share my story to your friends, and next chap will be posted a.s.a.p.

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