Gone Astray (On-hold)

Prologue

FIRST PERSON POV

My own blood flowed in my body as I ran to save my own life while with each steps of my feet I could feel the pain coming from my side. Until this day, I still can't believe that the ones I trust the most is the one who'll stab me behind my back.

As I remembered everything we've been through, I just couldn't stop myself from brimming with tears; countless of drops are falling in my eyes as I tried to hide myself in the small cabin in our gymnasium when footsteps from someone outside is coming closer.

"Ding dong, I know you can hear me open up the door, I only want to play a little,"

That angelic voice emits shivers down my spine, he sang like an harmonious angel yet he's a pure evil being. I was trying not to make any noise, nevertheless I was anxious to hear the terrifying sound of a metal scraping into the walls.

"Ding dong, You can't keep me waiting It's already too late for you to try and run away,"

"I see you through the window our eyes are locked together,"

In an attempt to elude the devil who was laughing in the corner while trying to find me, I encouraged myself to leave a tiny space between the door. I used my hand in a desire to stop the bleed but as a result, blood were spurted out in my right side.

"I can sense your horror. Though, I'd like to see it closer,"

"Ding dong, here I come to find you hurry up and run let's play a little game and have fun,"

I was a startled and covered my mouth in surprise due his sudden loss of fury; akin to a wild animal waiting for its prey along with a menacing smirk on his lips. The shock caused me to take a small step back from the cabin, causing me to caught his attention.

"Could you be inside the closet?" he sang as it moved slowly in the direction of where I was hiding.

"Goddamnit! I'm screwed." I said, as if it might be my tragic ending.

"Found you." he stated with no expression on his face yet he just gave me a cold look.

I yelled in rage, "Damn you mother fucker!" whilst I sprang forward to strike him across his stomach even though I was weak from loosing so much blood.

"You piece of a shit!" he cursed before choking me then threw me aggressively onto gymnasium court. "Argh!"I gripped my wound and moaned in agony.

When it noticed that I was able to rise again, he kicked me cruelly and said, "As they say, weeds don't die easily." He uttered then laid on top of me, pummeled my face until I could taste blood leaking from my mouth.

"How about you? Looks can really deceive huh?" I asked, matching his gaze with audacity.

He patted my cheeks and shook his head, "There are only two types of people: gullible and deceitful," He stood on top of me and said once more, "What a shame, you don't belong on deceitful ones." and then picked up the metal he had been holding earlier.

Holding the grudge in his eyes, makes me saw the dark desired by attacking me with the metal he was carrying, I calmed myself and convinced him. "H-hey, listen blake I know that you're not a bad person right?"

"W-we can talk about this, you must have a good reason on why you're doing this." I said once again trying to change his mind while staring at the metal he was swaying with in the air.

He laughed like I was just some joke to him, I frowned in astonishment whilst looked at him afterward. "Don't try to convince me, I know what you're scheming for dumbass." he responded then abruptly stepped on my wound.

I restrained him from stepping by squeezing his foot, but he pressed it harder when he saw the anguish on my face.

"Blake please I'm begging you!, I want to live!" I screamed desperately the moment I saw that he'd going to hit the metal on me,

"Please, please!" I yelled hysterical.

For awhile, he halted and became silent, believing it was contemplating an absurd idea. "You know what? I changed my mind," he said, pulling my hair to look at me closely.

"Yes! yes, thank you, Blake. I will look into this with a gratitude." I gulped, realizing that this was not what I had anticipated from him-Blake is not the kind of person whom do a favor without nothing in return.

"Seriously? what a loser," he grinned and released my head after pulling it. He looked at me merrily and whispered, "Such a funny fact, a bully is now begging for his life."

I was about to speak but suddenly he said directly, "It's too early to be thankful, since I let you live you'll have to prove your worth."

He whistled, "so what can you offer?"

I hesitated to respond at first because it seemed like my mind was having difficulty sorting out on what did I get into.

"Oh? where's the spirit? Don't tell me you want to back out?" He said taunting me then started to hymn then remarked. "I'll count on 1 to 5 if you failed to answer," He gestured with his hand like a gun and pointed at me. "Bang~ it'll be your ending."

"W-what?" I reacted.

It happened swiftly, he began counting. "One, two, three..." he said slowly.

"Wait, let me think!" I was sweating as I tried to stop him.

"Four..." he proceeded to count.

"Fiv-" he paused as I uttered, "I-I can offer my soul!" I tremblingly responded.

"Nice one!" then ducked enthusiastically tousling his hair.

"Let's make things entertaining," he said gazing at me as I gradually losing resilience along with my vision fade away due to blood loss.

"You sell your soul on the devil, there's no turning back," he said while still staring at me intently. "You know the consequence when the dog bites its owner." he walked a few steps and then stated again.

"You must assured me with your loyalty and will not lose my side eternally while keeping yourself in silence."

That was the last thing I heard before the darkness engulfed me.