Varying Perspectives [G/T Oneshots]

14 - DARKNESS

You always liked the dark, but not like this.
Not when darkness easily towers over you by metres. Not when darkness has a mouth filled with fangs eager to taste your blood. Not when darkness can look down upon you with dead eyes.
And smile.
You run from him, trying to hide from his outstretched fingers. But every corner only leads to the brightest light, nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run.
"The shadows betray you because they serve me." his irritated voice resonates through your bones, but you have to keep running. Run from the darkness, don't get caught. Or you're as good as gone.
He explained the rules of the game very clearly, and you begged him not to provide a demonstration.

Parts of your skin are still slick with his saliva.

The woods you run through are endless, and he is always there. Around every corner, creeping just over your shoulder.
Don't look behind you.
You run, heart pumping as loud as his footsteps, legs burning up.
"You can't run for long."
He's in your head, his voice louder and colder than ever. You trip over, a scream escaping your lips.
Bad move. He knows where you are now.

Your nails dig into the dirt as you feel him dragging you back, and you try to stand, but the overwhelming night that stretches before you means that you can't escape.
You're too late.
"I told you if you made a sound I would find you."
His shadow falls over you, and for once the darkness is warm. It compresses you, squeezing out your every breath until you can't exhale anymore.
Or maybe that's just his hand.
"I showed you what would happen if you got caught."
His breath flows over your body, an icy winter wind, carrying with it the voice of your nightmares.
"And this time I'm not letting you out."
A cavernous pit of black opens up before you, the stars within it twinkling bright.
Stars? There are no stars in his darkness.
It must be his teeth.

"҉Heh̡."
The sound pierces your ears, something the voice of your captor never did.
He preferred to be quiet and utterly terrifying.
It was a low chuckle from another kind of darkness. Just as big, just as terrifying. But different.
Dark's mental hold on you fades and he closes his mouth, teeth clenching and fist tightening around you. His eyes are murder, bottomless pits filled with tar and blood. He doesn't like this newcomer. Not at all.
"̡T̛h͟a͠t́'s͝ so҉ c̀ute,̧ ͜y͘ȩ t̷hink̴ y̸er͜ scary. ̡Bu̧t I̷ äm scàr͝y̨—
-͞an͟d͝ ye ̷a͜íǹ't͘ g̕oţ ͡m҉y̴ s̵mil̷e."͘
A blinding light. Red. Green. Blue
A screaming face, with blood pouring from empty holes in its skull.
A jack-o-lantern covered in blood.
The head of a tiny within giant bloodstained teeth.

The darkness has you once more, but it's not your usual tormentor. This darkness isn't pure black, more of a murky green, and its hold on you is different. You don't want to run from it.
You want to scream. You want to laugh. You want to hold a knife in your hand and drag it across your throat, spilling yourself out into his darkness.

Dark glares at him, eyes shadowed by his swoop of hair.
"Anti."

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I wrote the word darkness so many times in this. Even though its short, I feel it says what needs to be said. Tried a bit of fear-play, but I'm not sure if it added to the story. I may start writing more long chapters again.
Friendly critiques always welcome!
-Tsunami