No One Lives *Yandere*

Chapter 10

To Emma, it felt like she had been running for hour. Hell even years. But she knew deep down that it had only been minutes. 

She was low on energy and that was dangerous. 

But she kept running. 

She saw she was getting close to a junk yard and ran to it. Hoping and running over cars. She saw lead pipe and grabbed it.

It felt pleasantly heavy as she weighed it in her hands.

She now took small steps watching.

 Waiting. 

She held the pipe like a base ball bat.

She knew that he loved a good chase with her. He somehow got off on it, in a sick twisted way. She remembered that when she first escaped the siblings. She learned the hard way that it wasn't by sheer luck that she got out of their pit.

He wanted her to run. He wanted her to get out. He wanted to chase her. 

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It had been raining hard. It was the middle of the night, with hardly and light. She had been in their grasp for who knows how long. She could hear the rain hitting the roof. She was laying on her side for a bit now. 

Watching the door. She was waiting for one of them to arrive with something to eat. She was going to get out of there. Weather she died or lived threw it.

She felt the broken stone, she had recovered it by the door, for some needed strength. She turned to lay over it and onto her back. She missed seeing the rain. You never know how little some things seemed when you lose it forever.

She turned her head as the door opened. In he walked. Cock and sure of himself, but his face was blank. It was in his eyes that she saw his smugness. He loved having her here like this. Alone, and in need of him to keep her alive.

He wanted her to be fully dependent on him. 

But she wasn't going to be the damsel in distress much longer. It made her sick. 

She watched him walk over to her with a plate of food. The filthy blonde sat up and scooted back a bit so he didn't see the makeshift weapon. 

"We made you something special. It was our mother's best dish." He said getting to her height. She looked him in the eyes. Dark, almost black meeting green and hazel eyes. He handed her the plate, which she took. 

She would need her energy to get out of here. 

She looked at the plate. She wasn't sure what it was, but it did smell good. She went to eating the food. Not to fast so she wouldn't get  upset stomach. She felt him watching her. They was always watching her when he was around. 

When she finished she looked up at him with her doll like eyes. 

He pushed himself off the wall and went over to her. She watched as he reached for the plate. Now was her chance. She grabbed the stone and slammed it into his head. She shoved him away from her.

She threw the door open and just ran. She didn't really know the way out. But she didn't think about that. She just had one thought in her head. Run. And run she did.

She somehow made it outside. She desperately wanted to stop and enjoy her taste of freedom but she knew that she didn't have time for that. She had to keep running.