One Wish.

Chapter 6: Tag

You felt shivers run up your spine as you slowly moved to turn around; facing Dark's smirking form. There was a slight pause as you and Dark looked at each other. Using the sudden pause, you took the opportunity to lunge at him, pointing the knife at him as you screamed.

He rose a brow as you sped towards him and was quick to grab the hand that was holding the hilt of the blade, his other hand laying limp at his side as if it required no effort to stop you.

He was tightening his grip now, looking at you with a crazed smile as your hand began to get crushed between the hilt on the blade and his own large hand. You cried out and struggled against him, calling him a colourful variety of curses. Just when you thought that your bones were going to get crushed in his vice-like grip, he let go, the knife dropping to the floor as you held your injured hand to your chest. You wasted no time in fleeing from the room.

"Oh, I love it when they run." Dark said into the open air as he watched you flee from him. He picked the knife up from the floor and examined it before shrugging and embedding it into the plasterboard of a nearby wall. He was never one for knives anyway.

You ran up the stairs and looked around wildly, you wanted to leave, to run out of the house and drive away with Mark, but Dark had the antidote and you refused to let Mark die because you refused to woman up and face a psychopath. You shook your head and dove into the spare room, it was mostly filled with boxes and you just about managed to fit through so you knew Dark would struggle to get through should he decide to come in.

You focused on your breathing, your heavy breaths slowly fading into a barely audible sound. You stayed deadly still for what felt like hours until you heard it. Footsteps. Creeping up the stairs. The wooden stairs moaned at every step that was taken as Dark put his weight on it, slowly making his way up the stairs.

You could see him from where you were hidden as there was a small opening between two boxes that you were hiding behind. Your eyes were fixed intensely onto his form as he stood at the top of the stairs. he was so still that it almost wasn't human.

Suddenly, his head snapped in your direction and you could have sworn he was looking right at you before his head lolled to the side and he stalked off into one of the other rooms. You almost forgot that you were holding your breath and quickly began to regulate your breathing again, being as quiet as possible. Surely Dark had seen you? Perhaps he had and he was just playing one of his little games.