Ch. 8 | Safety

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triggers :: a specific S word (unalive related), slight gore, and (daddy) nanami involved

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❛ I guess I am the handsome guy ! ❜

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❛ I guess I am the handsome guy ! ❜

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Y/N's POV.

I make a double-edged sword out of my cursed energy and start sprinting towards the curse. Its eyes suddenly glowed green and metal pieces started to shoot up from the ground attaching to the ceiling, making pillars. I make my way around them, but a pillar shoots right in front of me. I throw myself to the right and run into another pillar.

"Shit.." I curse to myself. I look up and notice the curse wasn't where it previously was, but then I felt a pressure on my back.

"Pathetic." I hear the curse above me. I scoff in annoyance and use my flexibility to swing one edge of the sword towards it. I feel the pressure lift from my back, immediately getting up and bolting in the opposite direction of the curse.

Towards the staircase.

"Running away ? Coward." It growls at me. I keep running and notice how the staircase is partially destroyed. I begin to frantically climb the rubble to reach the steps.

Once I do, I continue running up the steps trying to reach the highest floor I am capable of reaching before collapsing. I look at the floor number I'm currently at. 5.

One more.

I run up one more staircase and look over the edge.

The bastard still hasn't come for me ? I question rather irritated.

"COME AND GET ME YOU SICK BASTARD!!" I cup my hands around my mouth and shout.

Almost instantly after I shout, the curse appears at the bottom of the stairwell.

"Finally ready to fight ?" It provokes me. I scoff at its words once again then close my eyes, inhaling, filling my lungs capacity with oxygen before jumping over the railing of the stairs. "You fool. You're on a suicide mission."

I open my eyes before it can make any more movements and focus with everything I have. I inch closer to the ground and the curse, yet not a single opening in sight. I want to panic, but that'll only make it worse.

Come on Y/N, focus harder. Everything has a weakness. I scold myself.

Just as I get stuck in my thoughts, a target comes into view.

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