Twisted Murder [REWRITE OF A FLICKER STORY]

The Final Night

Ezra POV

POWER DISCONNECTED

Who would you like to witch?

As I stood there, surrounded by the dimly lit surroundings of the abandoned woods, my mind raced with thoughts. My heart pounded in my chest as I considered my options. I knew that I needed to choose a side, and that side was the evil team. After what felt like an eternity, I finally made my decision. With a sense of determination, I chose Elizabeth. As I thought about the victory that awaited, a sense of excitement coursed through my veins. The absence of a Savior meant that we had a clear path to success. With no more good to get in our way, we were sure to emerge victorious. A surge of adrenaline rushed through me as I contemplated what was to come. 

As silence settled around me, my senses sharpened, allowing me to notice the faint but distinct sound of approaching footsteps. The sound grew steadily louder, sending a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, their presence disturbing. Clutched tightly in their hand was a gleaming knife, its blade pristine and chillingly sharp. My heart raced as I realized the gravity of the situation unfolding before me. Without warning, the black figure lunged forward, targeting my vulnerable form. The first strike landed with searing pain, the blade piercing my leg, causing me to wince and gasp. Before I could fully comprehend the agony, another blow followed this time slashing across my arm, leaving a trail of blood behind. The intensity of the pain threatened to overwhelm me, but I fought to stay conscious, knowing that my life hung on a thin piece of string. In a final, devastating act, the mysterious figure aimed for my chest, their intent clear. The blade descended with a sickening force, tearing through flesh and bone, unleashing an indescribable pain. Darkness crept upon my vision as the world around me blurred, the weight of mortality pressing down upon me. All went black.