Lights Out Boys

Chapter Forty: His Foray Into The World

Song: Twisted

Artist: Missio

His Foray Into The World

Lana

Minutes passed as I sat crossed leg on my roommate's bed and stared at the box. Part of the dress flowed over the box where a big red stain sat. It faded into a brownish burgundy color, but I knew it was blood. I couldn't have known who it came from because the box had no address or any message. The only entrance into the building were the front doors. Undoubtedly someone saw the person who delivered the package. Although, most of our attention drawn to the television.

A repetitive bang on the door snapped me out my senses. I gasped as my head whipped to the door. The doorknob turned, and that's when I remembered that I didn't lock the door. I jumped off the bed and raced across the room. Before my hand touched the doorknob, the door flew open. Everything happened in a flash as I felt someone grip my arm. I backed against the door that closed, and when I finally opened my eyes, I came face to face with the devil. 

The person clamped their palm over my mouth and in their other hand was a red wooden trident. The sharp end lightly poked my neck. I looked down and realized this person was a male. He wore a black cape but painted his entire front red. His long combat boots ended below his knee where he topped the look off with a pair of black basketball shorts and a devil's mask with intimidating horns.

"W-who are you?" I muffled out and looked into his eyes. I've seen those wicked eyes before—except he wore contacts now. They were light blue, almost ghostly white and held a bit of amusement in them. 

He pressed the trident further, and I tried my best to back away from it. There wasn't any use since he already cornered me with his other hand. He tilted his head mockingly then looked over his shoulder. I followed his gaze to the dress. When the trident left my skin, I caught my breath. He pointed at the dress with his trident then back at me. The trident trailed along my sides as his eyes followed. I finally caught on and began to shake my head furiously. His hand was finally away from my mouth.

"No, no, no...you sent that! I'm not gonna wear it!" I rushed out. The devil man deeply sighed and lowered his head. When he removed the trident from my neck, I thought it would be my chance, but he used his free hand and flung me behind him. I heard the door lock behind me, and when I spun around, he towered over me. Something must've caught his eye as his shoulders hunched and head inclined. I stepped back when he approached me. My back hit the bedside table, and I squeaked. 

Using his index and thumb, he reached down and pulled out my phone. I shook my head repeatedly as he backed away and waved my phone in the air. Once he had his back faced to me, I looked at the door. It was locked, but all I needed to do was turn it then I'd be free. It made me wonder as to why no one found it strange that a guy dressed as devil lingered down the hallway. Then I remembered that it was Halloween and the dormitories got emptier by the minute as people left. When I glanced back at him and caught sight of his hair, my jaw dropped. I tried to reach for something—as if anything would protect me from him. My breaths began to quicken as my eyes burn with a need to cry, sob...something to release the fear and vulnerability I felt.

"Parker," I said, and he froze before he put my phone on the drawers. Only for a second until he placed it down. As he turned to me, I bolted past him and toward the door. I stretched my hand to reach the doorknob, but something knocked me off my feet. My glasses fell off in the process, and I groaned since I landed on my chest. I panted and tried to move but heard that stupid trident on the floor. The sharp end trailed up my calf as I tried to steady my breaths. 

With my cheek pressed to the ground, I watched as he approached me. Even though I could still see, a sense of insecurity dwelled on me. He might think I'm weaker without my glasses. Parker stood by my side and nudged me with his foot. I turned over and looked up at him. He didn't say a word as he crossed his one leg over to the other side of my body. He towered over and comically looked down.