𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚

Trigger warning; strong language and blood, be warned! 

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As we sprinted through the dense forest, my breath grew ragged, and tears blurred my vision. The pounding of my heart echoed in my ears, a relentless drumming that matched the frantic pace of our escape.

"Lela, push through the burn! We're almost clear. Don't give in to fear!" Reina's voice, filled with urgency and determination, cut through the thick air as we raced to put distance between ourselves and Charles, whose malevolent intent was etched in my memory.

With every stride, we left behind the chilling image of a man whose shadow loomed over our lives with the darkest of threats. Suddenly, up ahead, a beacon of hope emerged in the form of a secluded house. Its outline flickered through the trees like a lighthouse in a storm.

We lunged toward safety, our desperate hands grappling with the doorknob. As we stumbled inside, the room came alive with the startled faces of strangers. Their conversation halted abruptly as we heaved the door shut, the heavy thud sealing us away from the nightmares that lurked beyond.

Panic surged through my veins as I screamed at the top of my lungs, "HELP! THIS MAN IS TRYING TO MURDER US!"

The assailant emerged, a vision of terror in his blood-splattered white shirt. His muscles rippled menacingly under the fabric, each one seemingly tense with violent intent. Blood had seeped into his shoes, painting a gruesome picture. His once neutral expression twisted into a sinister grin that sent shivers down my spine. He loomed before us, gripping the handle of his ax with a daunting presence, shrouded in an aura of mystery and malice.

A woman stepped forward with an unexpected calmness amidst the chaos. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance," she said, her voice steady. "Please, move aside. I'm Juilana, and this little warrior is my daughter, Whitney."

"Hello," Whitney greeted us with a tentative smile, unaware of the gravity of our situation.

"Great, nice to meet you. Now, could you PLEASE HELP US?!" Sage's voice cracked, her plea erupting with raw desperation.

Suddenly, an aggressive series of knocks thundered against the door, each one echoing like a death knell in the tense silence that followed. The sound struck terror into our hearts, the urgency and force behind it suggesting imminent danger.

"Lela, I know you're in there! Open the door—NOW!" The voice behind it was muffled but unmistakable, its rage palpable even through the solid barrier.

The atmosphere was electric with fear, every knock a hammer strike against the fragile safety of our hiding place.

"Charles, I'd think twice before taking another step!" Whitney's voice thundered through the tense air, her words crackling with an incendiary fury that could outshine the fiercest of suns. "Make one more move towards that door, and I'll reduce you to ashes, as if you were the very surface of Mars!"

The door groaned, splintering under the relentless assault of Charles's ax. As it swung open, he stood there, his shirt smeared with crimson stains, arms drenched in blood, a twisted smirk playing on his lips, ready to unleash havoc.

Whitney cast a steely glance over her shoulder, "Get to safety! We'll handle this menace."

"But what if you need backup?" The concern was palpable in the hesitant query.