Interactive Creepypasta Story

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B) RUN

August's POV

I grabbed Ellie's hand and bolted. Away. I need to get her away. That guy is not good news. I ran and an, dragging Ellie along, who was never good at sports.

"Ellie, we need to get away!" I grunted and sprinted faster. She gripped onto me tighter and ran, glancing back.

"He's... catching up..." She said quietly. I looked back and indeed, the creepy dude was. A few paces ahead was the exit from the park onto a main road. Perhaps he wouldn't follow us if there were a lot of people around.

Ellie shrieked from beside me and her hand slipped away from mine. Shit.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!" I bellowed as I turned to face the man. I froze when I noticed him push a blade towards Ellie's pale neck. She stared at me with fear in her usually cold and emotionless eyes.

The bastard gave a dark, amused chuckle. He has some nerve. My knuckles turned white from clenching them too hard. He has some goddamn nerve to threaten Ellie like that.

"And what will you do? Fight me?" He started laughing and shook his head. "You are a funny one, but I guess I'll give you credit for your courage, or maybe stupidity. You looked like you were about to piss yourself at the sight of me." 

I snarled at him. If he thought I was about to back down he was wrong. I looked at Ellie instead. She was visibly shaking from fear, but her eyes were steely with resolve. She mouthed one word to me. Run. 

Eleanore's POV

After I calmed down enough to have some rational thought, I looked at August. He was seething with rage and I knew he was a hair's breadth from lunging at this... man and ripping him apart. Or at least trying to.

He looked at me with a hint of concern and fear shinning through his rage. I did the only thing I could.

"Run..." I whispered, hoping he would get it. He nearly growled at the idea of leaving me, but he could- must go and call for help-

"And why are you so calm, girly? Thinking I would spare you? Or maybe perhaps that I'm bluffing about killing you? You think this knife is just for show, huh?" He yanked at my hair back and I bit my lip to prevent any sort of whimpering. I stared up at his eyes. Cold and reckless. Icy and fiery. It is as if he himself could not settle and decide who he was. What he was.

A mirror. An wobbling image of a boy through that mirror. Whimpering. Crying. Pleading. There was blood. Lots of blood sliding down his pale cheeks in crimson rivers. Pain. So much pain. Agony, terror and despair.

Suddenly all those feelings were gone, replaced by raging fury and... discord. Insanity. The boy started laughing, cold, maniacal cackle. He laughed as his mother walked through the doorway with a horrified look on her face, he whispered.

"Aren't I beautiful?" 

I gasped as I came back to reality and looked up at the man above me. That same smile... What the hell was that? I stared up at him, into his eyes, but nothing else happened

"What are you staring at?" He growled, and I suddenly remembered that he had a knife at my throat.

A) Order August to run. He must call for help. She could buy time.

B) Fight the man and try to get to of his grip. Perhaps she has a chance.

C) Try to through the guy off by talking about his past.