Emperor of Destruction [EDITING]

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The night is gloomy.

By the time I make it into the Campus's woods, the stars and moon are out. The only source of light is the moonlight. The air around me was alarming and so was the sound of owls as they fluttered down on tree branches, watching me with those big eyes I came to detest. It's almost like they're mocking the predicament I'm in. I didn't like it one bit. But I knew better than to argue with a freaking Owl.

They're vicious animals. Most cute things are.

I ventured further into the woods, using my phone as a flashlight once it powers back on. Apart from my phone, all I'm carrying is a pillow and a single blanket, one that does nothing to cover me. I'm tall, so my legs would easily slip out of the satin fabric.

I cursed Mia for the stupid dare.

I cursed myself even more for accepting the stupid dare.

Seriously, what was I thinking? My mind must've shut off then, which led me to the situation I'm in now.

Clem tried getting me out of the dare and successfully...failed. A for effort, though.

I had to find a spot to rest in. A spot where no animal would attack me in my sleep. Which was going to be hard since I am an intruder in their home. Perhaps I could use my witty remarks to get me out of any danger.

My legs began hurting and felt as though they were ready to fall off. I cringed at the thought, internally gagging at the image of blood. I hated anything related to blood. My mom wanted me to be a doctor when I turned older. I told her I had no dreams in pursuing a career as a doctor, even confessing my fear of blood.

Evelyn laughed.

Of course she did. She's never once been supportive of my dream, I was an idiot to have thought otherwise.

My journey continued as the nightfall began creeping in. Suddenly, I felt paranoid. I kept looking behind my shoulders and on my sides to make sure no one was following me. Watching too many horror films does that to you. I used to watch it for the sake of my friends. They were such scaredy cats when it came to fictional films.

It wasn't like I was any better. Whenever the slashing parts would come up, I'd turn away in pure disgust. Sometimes I would accidently get a glimpse of people being murdered when my friends would lie and say the killing scene was over.

One word: Evil.

I shuddered, covering myself with the blanket as I walked some more. I didn't know how far I was going, or what direction I was headed.

I heard something.

The low murmur of a guy's voice.

My gut instinct told me to run.

Curiosity might've killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. I ached to see who was making those noises.

Inching further, I crept around the corner of trees and bushes. My eyes zoomed in on the two figures.