𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀 𝐁𝐋 [M! Yanderes x M! Reader]

28) Blood runs cold

Recap: Y/n and the others break into the school to find out the reason for Serene's disappearance, but when they attempt to leave, they bump into someone.

[THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTION OF GORE]

The stranger watched them from the distance of the hall, the metal baseball bat in their hand swirled around in an axis in preparation for what was to come.

Y/n's composure froze. His brain tried to paramount his safety, yet his body merely fell immobilized to the spot he had stopped in. The other teens collected their shock and made progress to escape in the opposite direction. "Y/n, come on!" Alex attempted to ground the h/c-haired male into the situation by tugging on his arm; however, Y/n's movements did not budge. The individual tilted their head in slight wonder aimed at the stricken boy.

The h/c-haired male only remained an observer, his eyes glued to the nearing threat, not differing from a deer in headlights. He was stuck in a state of heightened alert. His lungs accelerated overwrought exhales, and his heart transported flows of adrenaline through his veins drumming out all noises that reached his ears for a response that never came.

Amid the pursuits of Alex to drag Y/n away, Clark snapped him out of the defense. "Y/n! Move!" The shout fractured Y/n's bearing and his e/c eyes shifted to the brunet, then forth to the individual, who with calculative perception, advanced with careful steps toward the male.

The motions stabilized his fear stimulant. Y/n expelled a shuddering inhale and spun around to keep pace behind Alex and the other teenagers.

On cue, the killer chased after them, the footsteps sounded behind them as a dreadful memorandum of the viable consequences if they didn't manage to shake off the maniac. The heavy set of circumstances stirred a bilious apprehension within the group, curving corners and maintaining a fast tempo didn't appear to dissuade the stranger. Y/n's lungs burned as his respiratory system had to extort gulps of the lukewarm air to sustain his endurance. Scolding himself for not having more stamina.

The dim hallways didn't aid his sight for coordination, and he was half convinced he was going to crash collapse against a locker, his instincts urged him to push on with the guise of imminent danger.

The chase could not be upheld forever, the pursuer came nearer and conjoined with interchangeable anxiety, Y/n sensed their presence closing in with every rhythm of encroaching steps.

The corridor shrunk in size, each perimeter appeared to reach out to them, the more they ran in the absence of other noise, the more the conviction shaped. Evident that they had to act to ensure their survival, Kiara and Y/n swapped a quick look and made a silent acquiescence.

The black-haired girl increased her sprinting to near the proximity of Morgan and Clark, ushering a command under an inaudible level. The two listened to the words and glimpsed at her with dumbfound, however, no objection could be made as they ushered toward the ascension of stairs and the trio dashed up, splitting the group into two sets.