Lost Souls | SVT

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Group 1
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ChanHao

They walked down the creepy, silent hallway hoping to find a safe spot in this abandoned house, but where is safe when you have a killer roaming around. The wooden floor creaking every now and then, the two boys slowly walked no wanting to to be found. It was like an intense version of hide and seek, except their lives are on the line.

They walked through, stopping at any sound that was made,until Chan turned around and froze at what he saw and only tugged at the bright red hoodie.

“Chan, what is it?” Minghao said wanting to quickly move on, but when the other male refused move. The light brown haired male turned around, his face changed from annoyance to scared as he was a figure. The males were met with pale blue eye, a black bandana covered his mouth area, and black hair was visible. Any seeable skin was pale as if they haven’t seen daylight in years.

The two males frozen in fear as they mysterious figure ran at them using a silver sword that had what seemed like slightly dried up blood.  The sword is held at the hip as it charged at the two males, Minghao quickly gathered any strength and courage he had and pushed Chan and himself out of the way of the oncoming sword. The walls creaked as their bodies collided it, the two boys ended up on the floor wincing for the impact.

“Fucking run!” They stumbled onto their feet as the two dancers ran side by side in the opposite direction, the killer closely followed. While running they skillfully dodged anything that came in their way, adrenaline filled their bodies and the word panic was written on their faces. Soon they were able to lose the killer through the confusing halls of the building.

Both males ended up finding themselves in the kitchen. Unfortunately for them there was nothing that they could use to barricade the door and there was no lock. Leaving the males out in the open.

“Fuck, lets hide in the cupboards for now.” Chan huffed, finally coming to his senses. They looked through all of the cupboards trying to find one that wasn’t full of supplies in the white kitchen, even though the small cupboards were full of supplies they ended up finding a pantry that could easily fit both males.

Chan and Minghao quickly squeezed
themselves in the pantry and close the door, leaving the two males in silence as they waited until the killer had left completely.

Meanie

Silence erupted between the two, Mingyu silently stepped away from Wonwoo who was currently in his own messed up world and was still as red as a tomato.

“So, how long do you want to stay here?” Mingyu spoke

“Well, probably a little bit more considering I almost died” Wonwoo answered with little emotion in his words.

“Do you think we’ll die here?”

“Maybe. It’s now in the realm of possibilities.”

“Why are you being so negative?” Mingyu whispered, not knowing the beast he released

“Why do you keep asking questions? Did you not see the person with a fucking sword, or was that just me?” Wonwoo fired back.

“Well, I’m sorry for trying to see your opinion on this situation”

“Seeing my opinion- Mingyu, this isn’t highschool anymore, this is a matter of life or death and opinions don’t matter, the only thing that matters is getting the fuck out” Wonwoo voice was filled with venom. Mingyu was trying to keep calm over this non-important argument, but in such a situation it was hard and as the argument continued the first sign of irritation between the two was shown.

A fist travelled through the air before reaching a rather annoyed man. A loud sound was heard as the fist connected with a face, with Wonwoo’s face.

Mingyu quickly snapped out of his dase and realized what he had done. A hand covered the left side of the face trying to protect it from anymore harm.

“Shit, Wonwoo I swear to god I didn’t mean to” Mingyu pleaded

“Fucking get out”

“Wonwo-”

“GET AWAY FROM ME”

With that Mingyu was now sitting against the wall on the opposite side of the room, while on the other side was a teary eyed Wonwoo, who wished that he could die already.