The Boy With Two Faces (Fyodor x reader)

Ch 4 The village: Part 1

"Why don't we play a game? Don't you want to play? It'll be fun, I promise!" 

The boy's tone was nonchalant, his look was earnest as if he really just wanted her to play. He seemed nice enough. There was also a bit of teasing and playfulness in his tone of voice, as if there were more going on than just playing a game. 

But the girl knew better, she did see him murder his parents. The Girl shook her head, refusing the offer. Her gaze was firm, and she didn't seem like she was going to change her mind. 

She didn't give him any reason for why she didn't want to play, just a simple shake of the head. She kept her gaze on him, trying to figure out what his reaction would be. 

The Boy only smiled wider, the Girl could feel the uncomfortable tension in the air grow thicker. Even though the Boy had a smile on his face, it felt like his eyes were piercing her. 

His expression was emotionless and calculating, unlike the playful and teasing one he had just shown. His eyes were cold and uncaring. The girl could sense a distinct change in his attitude, one that made her feel anxious. 

His eyes remained on her, and the smile didn't leave his face, almost as if he was challenging her. It was almost as if he might do something to her if she didn't back away. She felt uneasy, and her body language reflected that. 

She began taking a step back, keeping her gaze on him in case he did anything. The Boy slowly stepped forward, his steps becoming more confident and purposeful as he advanced. The Girl was afraid, and she couldn't move away. 

She couldn't run away because he was closing in on her, and she couldn't stand still as he edged closer and closer. His pace matched hers, closing the distance between them one step at a time. 

His body language was menacing, and he didn't seem to find pleasure in her discomfort. But that didn't mean it was any less terrifying. 

She couldn't run away because he would follow, and she couldn't stay in one place because he would catch up to her. The Boy's footsteps echoed around her, closing in on her with each moment. 

The Girl hit the wall, her hopes of an escape shattered. She was trapped in his path, with no chance of getting away. The Girl's stomach churned with the knowledge that she was helpless and had no way to escape. 

The Boy continued to step forward, closing the gap between them with each step. He knew the power he had over her. She felt her breaths grow short, as if she couldn't get enough air. 

She wanted to run but she had nowhere to go. The terror was too great to bear, the fear of being trapped was paralyzing. 

"So, Lana, do you want to play?" 

Something inside of the girl made her feel powerless. No, she was powerless. Her throat tightened as she swallowed, and her breath was slightly shallow. She felt uneasy, fearful especially. 

Yet despite those feelings, she found herself nodding her head, which was confusing and unsettling. Her body moved before she could even think. The Girl felt a primal fear deep within her mind, one that made her breath quicken and left her without rational thought. 

"Good, good. Let's go out, we're playing a scavenger hunt." 

The girl nodded her head again, still too terrified to speak. The boy smiled, closing his eyes at the same time. The boy knows his eyes are the most terrifying thing about him. He didn't move, and neither did she. 

His eyes opened, staring into hers like he was looking for something. The girl's stomach felt like it was being shook as she took in all the details of his face. 

His eyes were deep, and they seemed to be full of secrets. The feeling sent shivers down her spine, as she tried to gain control of the feelings running through her body. 

"Get dressed." 

Was all the boy said before he left the room. The girl took a second to compose herself with her breathing slowing down. The girl was mentally drained, so decided to spoil herself as a self calming effect. 

The Girl was getting dressed in some new clothes, trying them on for the first time. They were fashionable and stylish, making the girl feel elegant. The clothes were soft and smooth, giving her an almost angelic appearance. 

She stood in front of the mirror for a few moments, making final adjustments before she left her room. She looked good in the clothes, but they were bought with dirty money. 

The girl felt disgusted that she was wearing clothes bought with the boy's dead parents' money. The bodies were still warm yet they are proving more useful dead than alive. 

The Girl knew the time lapse from when she felt threatened and her now being dressed well was utterly disturbing. But she couldn't do anything about it. The Boy doesn't like waiting. 

The Girl walked out of her room, feeling nervous and a bit self-conscious. Her steps were hesitant, as she wondered how her parents would react to seeing her in her new clothes. 

She wondered how the Boy would react too. As she took each step, she couldn't help but feel the butterflies in her stomach, wondering what kind of day she would have with the boy. 

The Girl had a smile on her face, but her body language betrayed her anxiousness as she made her way down the hall. Why would she frown? There are too many reasons, but none of them will be brought to light. 

A/n Been a while. I know with the new chapter and all this makes no sense. But a story is a story. What could've been is what could've been! Enjoy~