A R T < 3 (Reader x Art)

8

You sat up abruptly and quietly opened the door. You followed the sound of screams down the hall to the room it was coming from and peaked over.

It was Art.
He had two girls tied to there own uncomfortable metal chairs lined up beside each other.

He was taunting them with different tools and
weapons.

One of the girls noticed you looking and locked eyes with you.

You saw the desperation in her eyes as she looked to you for help.

That's when Art snapped his head back to look at you.

He looked different.
Unhinged.

He grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you into the room.

He pointed at the door aggressively.

You shut it for him.

He browsed thru his bag and pulled out a flower handing it to you then placed his hand upon your cheek.

In the other hand he hands you a scalpel and then holds his thumb to his throat and pulls then points at the girls. Implying he wants you to slit there throats.

"Art I can't."

His eyebrows raise and he grabs your wrist with the scalpel and holds it in the girls face.

"Please don't." They both simultaneously yelled.

"Art stop it. They didn't do anything."

He releases his grip then holds his arms up as if he was saying 'oh well' or 'who cares?'

You stepped back.

"Come on. Let them go."

He points again and imitates a dramatic laugh.

He then pulls out the same flowers he gave to you and places them on the girls lap, then he pushes her hair behind her ear and places another flower there.
Than a hand on her cheek gently like he did to you the first night you met.
He then locks eye contact with you.

A tear ran down your face as you watched.

"Fuck you." You said quietly full of frustration.

He held his hand to his ear and made a goofy face implying he could not hear you. He heard you tho.
He was being an asshole.

"Fuck you!" You screamed and ran at him in a fit of rage.

"Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you!" You cried out of anger as you hit his back over and over again.
He pretended to be scared and held up hand hands in defense then laughed.

You picked up the scalpel and stabbed it right into the thigh of the girl he touched. Over and over again.
Then ran off. Scalpel still in hand.
Ignoring the screams.
You blacked out.

Art finished what he had started.
While you figured a way out of the building. You had blood on your hands and clothing along with fresh burns on your chest that spelt out his name.

All you had on was your pajama shorts and tank top that you came with.

You knew where you were and your house was a quite a distance on foot but you kept running. Trying to stay out of site considering it was around noon still.

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