𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩 - msa

Part 4

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MAYBE

THIRD PERSON POV

(Y/N) grunted, her muscles slowly wearing out from the strain of Lewis's arms holding her back against his chest. She couldn't believe she ever trusted the bastard, even going as far as to actually care about him.

She raised her calf as best she could, before slamming her heel into Lewis's leg. He grunted, but didn’t flinch in the slightest. The black and white suit he wore slightly tore from the impact of the kick.

His eyes narrowed from her pitiful attack towards him. Honestly, he expected better from her. But then again, he didn't expect the dead to be able to feel pain. Bones don't exactly have nerves.

(Y/N)’s mind scurried around inside her head, desperate for a way to escape. Sure, he may have been sweet and nice to her for the past few months, but that didn’t matter. The guy was a fucking psycho, from the kidnapping to the mind erasure. Not to mention the whole other deal involving the fact that he was literally a floating skeleton. She had no intention to stay there any longer than she had to. (Y/N) was going to get out, whether Lewis liked it or not.

“I said…”

(Y/N) formed her left and right hands into fists.

“Let me…”

She turned around the best she could, aiming for the heart locket on his chest.

“Go!”

(Y/N) struck. Her fist met the target, hitting the locket right in the center. Lewis didn't seem to be expecting her to pull such a daring move, as he pushed her off of him in shock, staring down at the piece of jewelry. The once golden color had dulled down to a faint blue, with new cracks forming around its once semi-smooth edges. Purple flames quickly surrounded his form, a visual form of his anger emerging.

“You stupid fool..” Said Lewis. He lifted his head up to glare at (Y/N).

Lewis’s voice startled the (H/C)-haired girl. She had expected his voice to have a more high-pitch, or you know. No voice. Since he was a skeleton. Actually, how was he even talking? He didn’t exactly have a mouth. Similar thoughts pondered throughout (Y/N)’s head, but she didn’t have the time to try and come up with answers.

“Yeah.” (Y/N) replied, a smirk forming onto her face. “A fool who’s leaving this place for good.”

And with that, (Y/N) took initiative and ran. She didn’t know where she was going though. All she knew was how to leave the damn room, sadly. But luck seemed to be on the females side this time.

With each twist and turn, she could practically feel the exit coming closer and closer. But her luck just seemed to keep on coming, as with each step, she could almost hear the echoes of her legs running getting louder and louder. She was going to make it.

Until of course, (Y/N) just had to jinx herself.

Accidentally stumbling down the right side of the narrow hallway, (Y/N) finds herself somehow stuck in what seems to be a cave of some sort, with a small cliff at the end. She gulped; is this how is was all going to end? In a freaking cave?

Her skin quivered, goosebumps starting to form once she heard a deep, rough voice emerge from the shadows.

“You’re not leaving.”

Two purple eyes burned bright with anger towards (Y/N).

Lewis’s figure came into view. His fists were clenched tight, furious about (Y/N)'s almost successful escape attempt.

(Y/N) took a step back, careful not to accidentally fall over the edge. The ground crumbled slightly from her weight, almost as a warning to not come any closer. From the corner of her eyes, (Y/N) could see the jagged rocks below, their points almost inviting her to end it all. But she didn't wish for death. She just wished for her escape.

And yet, she knew that wasn’t going to happen.

How ironic.

The man she once fell in love with, now could be the cause of her death. It was almost romantic.

It made (Y/N) gag.

Lewis moved towards her, his hands itching at the thought of her current hatred towards him. It fueled him, his non-existent heart pounding with a rush of adrenaline. He had her once, and he wasn’t ever letting her go again. If she won’t willingly love him, he would just make her wish she cared for him, be it one way or another…

And he knew exactly how to make it happen. For eternity.

After all, what’s already dead can’t die once more, right?

Once close enough, he thrust out his arm, grabbing (Y/N) by the neck. She grabbed onto his wrist, trying to get him to lower the pressure on his grip. Lewis didn’t budge. Instead, he simply moved closer and closer to the edge, until (Y/N)’s body was practically dangling over the small cliff.

(Y/N) gasped for breath, clutching closer onto his arm, desperate for him to not let go. Her face slowly turned into very faint shade of blue, her hatred and anger transforming into the emotion known as fear. She looked at him, (E/C) staring into purple.

“Why are you doing this?”

A ghost of a smile appeared on Lewis’s face.

“Been hellbent babe.”

And with that, Lewis let go, leaving (Y/N) to fall to her internal demise.

(A/N) TOLD Y’ALL

BUT DON’T WORRY

GONNA WRITE A VERY SHORT EPILOGUE THAT SHOWS MORE OF WHAT HAPPENED TO YA

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