It creeps.
No matter how slow and quiet Dalton tries to keep his footsteps, they still rustle the leaves and grit on the ground and sound magnified in his ears. His rattling breathing doesn't help matters either.
His thumb caresses the flashlight button, but he doesn't want to provide a beacon for...it. He has to rely on touch to get out of here, a palm flat against some cold and dirty brick wall.
His blood feels like ice water, and he can't stop the chattering in his teeth when he sees the slim and flickering shadow.
Damn thing creeps.
The first thud is not too far off in the distance.
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Dark Fandom/OTP Challenge - DalKenzie Edition (edited)
FanfictionMe taking the Dark Fandom Challenge (http://actualodinson.tumblr.com/post/64547472272/30-day-dark-fandom-otp-writing-challenge) and dropping these pure and precious smol beans into it as I Am Evil. Mature tag is strictly applied as plenty of dark/ho...
