A man in his early twenties ran down a concrete corridor. He was losing his breath as... this thing gave chase behind him. He turned every corner in a panick, hoping that whatever was behind him would give up.
By some miracle, he was safe. The man locked himself in a small room. Well, one he thought was small. It was dark, so there was no chance to see if there was another entity out for his blood.
The man closed his eyes and caught his breath, holding his head in his hands and silently hoping that whatever was chasing him gave up on trying to kill him. He opened his eyes and began to look around as best as he could for a lightbulb or some kind of lantern.
Miraculously, the room began to slowly light up on its own, surprising the man, but also confusing him.
"Red..? I didn't think there were any red bulbs in here.." He mused to himself, moving closer to the light source curiously.
The light only got brighter, and the small room that he thought he was in only got bigger as a corridor began to take shape in the corner of the room. It looked as if it led into something a little bigger. The man let himself hope that it was a really big exit sign that illuminated the hall.
The further the man worked, the more terrified he got. Soon, he started to see chains on the walls and splatters of blood on the floor. His heartbeat was in his ears as he progressed through the corridor until there was a turn. One path led to total darkness.
While the other was still the same shade of red that had plagued the hallways he had previously gone through.
Not wanting to be plunged back into darkness yet again, the man chose to go with what he thought was the safer option and went down the continuing red hallway.
The air became heavy as some kind of mist began to appear on the floor of the concrete grounds. The man coughed as the fog entered his lungs. However, he did not panic. He became a little calm.
"Rain..." He muttered as the sound of pittering raindrops enveloped his hearing. The sound caused the man to start running towards the sorce of the noise, hoping that he was close to some kind of exit.
Instead, he was met with an empty room. No doors. No windows and only the fog with a man dawned in a red trench coat, holding an umbrella. He was dry with the cover from the rain.
'Wait..rain..?!' The man thought of himself as the drops poured on his head. It wasn't normal though...now he was stained red.
He looked up at the man, who looked up at him with a creepy smile and almost a hungry look.
"ꈤꍏꂵꍟ. ꅏꍏꈤ꓄ ꌩꂦꀎꋪ ꈤꍏꂵꍟ."
That language again....
"ꁅꀤꃴꍟ ꌩꂦꀎꋪ ꈤꍏꂵꍟ."
The entity pushed as it began to walk forward towards him. The man found himself unable to move as the blood red rain continued to pour down on him. He didn't really know where it came from. At that point, he didn't really care.
All he cared about was getting away from whatever the hell this man was..
He tried to make his escape quickly. Turning around and running away. However, it seemed today just wasn't his day...
He slipped. Falling into the puddle of red below him as the stranger stood in front of him.
The man screamed, terrified as he tried to pitifully scoot away from the red-haired man, who just kept on smiling. Soon, he saw the man's eye peek behind a curtain of his red bangs.
His blood ran cold as he pleaded.
"Please! I-I won't bother you again! I'm sorry!"
"ꃅꀎꂵꍏꈤ. ꁅꀤꃴꍟ ꂵꍟ ꈤꍏꂵꍟ."
The man froze, not uttering another word, annoying the entity. His smile was then replaced with a neutral expression as he covered his already soaked victim with the umbrella. His pale, gray hand reached and cupped the man's face, gently wiping off the red that had fallen down in streaks from the other's hair.
His smile slowly returned as the man shook his head, knowing what was going to come next.
"ꌗꃅꍏꂵꍟ." Was the last thing the man had heard before blacking out and falling into the pool of red around him.
As his eyes started to flutter shut, the red around him became that of a crimson color.
It was then he knew that it was his own blood.
He closed his eyes and breathed out shakily, hoping this nightmare would finally end.
Little did he know that breath was his last.
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The man's eyelids fluttered open, observing his surroundings. He was on a dusty couch in a rather nicely furnished room. He got up, his long hair hanging off his shoulder as he looked around more.
He was suddenly met with a severed head, who jumped happily on his lap laughing with a closed eyed grin.
"ꂵꋪ. ꌗꉓꍏꋪ! ꂵꋪ. ꌗꉓꍏꋪ!" The chopped head repeat over and over again happy as can be.
The man was confused for a second until he looked at himself in the mirror. His now gray hand touched his mangled and scarred face as his eyes met with his reflection.
He screamed. Not in fear but in pain.
The tears rolled down his cheeks as he punched the mirror.
His blood splattered on the floor and on the mirrors frame. Oh how he'd grown to despise the color red now.
The man's pain was clear to the little chopped head who had been violently thrown on the floor by the crying man.
Well, the best way to describe him now would've been entity. There was no way he was human now.
He had no a shread of humanity left inside of him.
Suddenly, he felt a prick in his neck and a rush of liquid pushed into his veins. He turned to see who had dared, but his vision blurred as he attempted to stand up.
Before he was fully out, he saw a flash of silver and a needle.
He cursed out the man in a foreign language. The one he couldn't understand before.
