The World Is Wide (But I Feel So Small)

Peter

NEW 2020 EDIT: THIS IS NOT STARKER.

Peter holds his breath, watching with a terrified gaze as Jason makes his way down the long hallway, the limited lighting flickering in time with the man's unsteady steps.

His face is shifted in a snarl, the expression cracking his obnoxiously dry lips and coating his teeth in even more blood. The teenager gives a shiver when the lunatic stops directly under him, his oily red hair cascading like a horrific version of a waterfall down his back, the blood still sliding from his leg starting to create a small pool under his feet. 

The liquid gets caught in the white soles of his sneakers and stains the fabric a deep red. In his hands he hold a pair of simple handcuffs, the metal re-enforced with titanium steel and flashing as he swings them around like helicopter blades.

The man looks around, turning his neck so fast that it cracks, his hazel eyes flickering around the small walkway, frowning in confusion when he can't seem to locate his captive.

Peter doesn't move, his feet starting to slide down the slick metal of the light, his sneakers making it impossible for his feet to get a firm grasp and he grips the handle with white knuckles.

A few seconds pass, the only sound being both his and Jason's ragged breath.

Then the lunatic huffs in apparent frustration, glancing around one more time before he slowly begins to make his way out, his leg still bleeding profusely and the grinding of his yellow teeth audible. He screams Peter's name once more, the sound echoing through the whole building.

As Jason takes a step, a small drop of blood starts to slide down Peter's arm, the sensation tickling the boy's skin and making him tremble. The shaking movement causes the light to squeak, and the teenager squeezes his eyes shut as his heart drops. The frustrating drop of blood splats softly on the ground near the lunatic's retreating form, and Peter feels nausea bubble up from his gut as he watches the man's nostrils flare.

The scrape of Jason's feet against the wet floor comes to a sudden halt, his gasping breathing ending in a huff as he quickly looks up, his glowing eyes sparking in a mixture of delight and shock when he catches sight of Peter standing on the lamp above him.

"Why, hello-hello!" Jason says, smiling viciously. "You have made my day, let me tell you!"

The man's voice is breathless, his cheeks turning red from exertion and his lips slowly turning pale from blood loss. He limps around the perimeter of the light source, his back hunching slightly as though he was a hungry predator stalking his prey. His tongue darts out as he speaks, eyes never straying from Peter's form above him.

"I mean, you have just made my job so easy, because now I have a reason to really hurt you." Giving a giggle from behind his hand, Jason swings his body around suddenly, more red sliding down his now trembling leg as he starts to circle the opposite way. The cuffs he has gripped in one hand slap his arm at the sudden motion, but the mad-man doesn't seem to feel the pain. "You must think that I hurt without reason, that I hit you with no sort of plan in mind, but I always have a plan, a trick up my sleeve."

Peter gulps, his vision starting to get blurry around the edges. The light below him sways to the movements of his shivering body, and the teen hisses through his teeth as his whole being aches. His jaw throbs as he clenches the bones, adjusting his hands on the pole as his feet slip further down, the rubber squeaking against the smooth metal and causing his ears to ring.

Looking back down, Peter is relieved to see that Jason hasn't seemed to notice his weakening state, and the man continues to talk as though he was on a stage and the whole world was watching.