Death Threat

Prologue ❤

"Don't come near me!"

"Why not? I love seeing how uneasy you get when I'm around you. I want a closer look."
The deranged voice was unrecognisable.

"Please stop, don't come any closer.. I.. I beg of you."

"If you're going to beg, beg properly. On your knees."

The dark silhouette was approaching my direction, the footsteps produced by the figure were linked to my heartbeat with my heartbeat winning the race at twice the speed.

"You don't have to be scared."

"How can I not be? I don't know you, yet you're threatening to take my life."

His identity, hidden behind a black mask and a hoodie with a resembling color, gave me chills. The only visible part of him were his eyes. They were burning with hatred, obviously directed towards me.

His hand held a knife..

And a letter.

"Who are you?"

His laugh echoed the walls in the dark alley as he dropped the knife, his hand moving upwards to his mask.
The sound of the metal against the floor caused me to flinch as I looked back up at the figure.

He let go of the letter, which swayed down slowly as it sank onto the floor.
His other hand reached for his hood once his laughter stopped.

My heartbeat quickened as I impatiently waited for him to reveal himself, his hands were removing what was keeping his identity hidden.

But then, he stopped.

He just turned away and walked off.
I tried to call him out, but my voice was soft and I had brushed off the idea when he was too far ahead.

The two things remained infront of me; the letter and the knife.

Bold words made by dark ink scribbed messily onto the paper.

Two words filled with hatred.
Two words which I want to comply.

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