Vince finds himself at the wrong place with the wrong person..
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Vince Schneider quickly zipped up once he heard a noise, spinning around as his stereo played and his headlights were temporarily blinding him now. He puts his hand in front of his face to shield his eyes. Taking careful steps toward his car. "The fuck?" He muttered quietly, his tone incoherently as his brows narrowed in confusion until a knife plunged through Vince's palm. A loud blood curdling scream tore from the man, stepping back and punching the killer in the face, buying some time to flee.
Ghostface wickedly cocked his head to the side, wiping the blood off its blade with his sleeve and gave chase, his large form surprisingly quiet as he followed his prey.
Vince cradled his hand, frantically looking for a place to hide as he cradled his bleeding hand to his chest, taking off in an opposite direction heading for the stairs, climbing up the stairs, stifling a whimper as he tried to not draw attention but Ghostface's predatory instincts were on key as it pounced, tackling Vince and taking him down the stairs, laid out on the concrete.
A scream tore his throat as he fell on his injured hand. Ghostface's towered slowly above Vince's body, head tilted as it slowly approached its prey no longer giving chase to the little mouse. Vince could feel a shadow looming above him causing him to whimper as he mustered what was left of his strength to slowly crawl away.
Ghostface silently pinned his thighs to the ground, he gasped as pain pressed his stomach as he hits the concrete and lets out a cry of pain. He tried to swing with his uninjured hand and fight against the killer behind him, but it seems the white masked killer was already one step ahead of him.
Ghostface broke his wrist with no hesitation.
Vince fucking screamed, head thrown back and eyes widening as his bone snapping. His legs kicked and scraped against the harsh concrete, which only satisfied the killer even more.
It's soulsss eyes gleam with cold amusement, he lets go of Vince's broken hand, grabbing Vince's hair preventing him from slipping away. With a cruel motion, to make sure his prey is still alive, he plunged the knife in Vince's side, savoring Vince's screams.
The blade was ripped out leaving a gaping wound in his side before pushing the man to the concrete. Vince lets out a whimper, tears welling at the corner of his eyes as he shakily pulls at his injured hand attempting to push himself away until the white masked figure lifted their leg up and slammed it down on Vince's ankle.
A high pitched scream tore from Vince as he felt his ankle shatter beneath the man's booted foot. A weak sob ripped through Vince's throat, tears spilling down his face.
Sirens were ablaze. A hand grabbed down to clutch the knife, Vince whimpered as he just wanted this to be over. His body ached and seared with furious pain like he wouldn't believe.
A whimpered shriek escaped Vince as he watched Ghostface sleuthing off into the veil of the night, the flowing drapes of his black cloak vanishing into the fog without a trace.
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