TICCI-TOBY x (READER) by imagineseven on Wattpad

Into the Woods

You're running into the woods, panting. Your footfall against the ground has become uneven, losing the rhythm you had when you began. Your heart races. You have no other thought in your mind other than survival. Something, someone,  is chasing you, hunting you like the scared animal that you are. Tears stream down your face as you stop running. You find yourself in a clearing in the middle of the forest. Your breathing is audible, as are the sounds of the night, like crickets and owls. The sound of feet behind you grows louder and louder still. Your pursuer is practically on top of you. With bated breath you anticipate your demise, knowing that this axe wielding maniac has every intention of ending your life.

Strangely, this puts you at ease. You sit down on the ground, welcoming death now. At very least you'll be free from all of the abuse and neglect you suffer at home, and it isn't as though anyone will miss you. Not your parents, not your friends. No one at all.

The running slows into a jog, then into a casual stroll, until finally the footfalls have nearly 2 second long intervals between them. Your pursuer is close; you feel his presence just yards away.

"If you're gonna kill me just get it over with" you say in an apathetic manner. "Just end my pointless existence, okay?"

The attacker is in the shadows, just out of the moonbeam that would otherwise illuminate his face. He's tall and thin, and even though you can hardly see his outline, you can tell he's still trying to catch his breath by the rising and falling of his chest.

"Seriously! Just do it already" you scream in frustration, tears streaming down your face. "Please, please just kill me" you sob.

The figure steps out of the shadows to reveal himself. He has messy brown hair and is clad in jeans, combat boots, and a rather bloody sweatshirt, patterned in stripes. Oversized orange-tinted goggles cover his eyes, and his mouth is shielded from view by a mask that sits just below his nose. In his hands he hold two axes, one with an old wooden handle and deep crimson stains on the head, the other with a newer orange handle, clean and pristine. The boy turns his head to the side, staring curiously at you, then turns around and bolts back into the woods.

"Wait! Come back here you coward! Kill me dammit, kill me" you beg, shrieking hysterically, but the boy continues to run. You get up and follow him, intrigued. 

"Wait! Wait" you try to convince him to come back but he ignores you and quickens his pace, forcing you to quicken yours as well.

Out of nowhere there's a bright flash that lights up the entire sky, blotting out everything from your vision by the sheer force of it; lightning. The rain and thunder follow immediately, then hail begins to pour from the sky, crashing through the leaves over top of you and violently raining down on your head and shoulders. The pain is unbearable but doesn't seem to phase the boy. You on the other hand are suffering tremendously. Between the constant flashes of lightning blinding you and the nearly golf ball sized chunks of ice falling in a deluge of pain and agony, it's all you can do to manage continuing down the beaten and worn path. The golf ball sized hail soon becomes nearly grapefruit sized, and when it hits your shoulder you scream out from the inconceivable pain. The boy stops running and turns around, watching you. You wonder how he is unaffected by the hail, but not for very long, because before you know it, an enormous piece of precipitation falls out of the sky and lands squarely on your head. You cry out in anguish and the last thing you remember seeing is the blurry outline of the boy running back towards you, then everything becomes black nothingness.

~ END PART ONE ~