My Creepypasta OC

A pretty long chapter

Four police officers standing there, with guns, pointed at you. "PUT YOUR HANDS UP" one of the officers ordered. You stood there. Frozen in fear hoping that they wouldn't shoot you. "PUT YOUR HANDS UP" the officer repeated. "AND PUT DOWN THE WEAPON" another one demanded. Not wanting to get shot you obeyed. Putting the weapon down and your hands up. "Now ma'am we're going to have to arrest you" one said while slowly walking towards you. "Ya duh" you thought already knowing they would "arrest" you. As the man leant forward with handcuffs going to put them on you, you moved to the side while putting out your foot, tripping him. As the officer fell you grabbed your axe, lined it up, and swung it down right on the mans neck separating his head and shoulders. It had chopped straight off in one swing, wow, you had underestimated your power. The three remaining officers pulled out their guns and each shot a singular bullet, each missing, probably purposely, like a warning to you, though you swore one was about three or four inches away from your quickly beating heart. You quickly turned and ran down the hall, up the stairs, and into your room jumping over the bloody corpse lying on the floor in front of your door frame. You slammed the door behind you violently. Looking out the window, carefully, and saw that there were about 5 police cars on the side of the road in front of the foster home. That meant that there were probably more policemen here. You heard footsteps outside your door and some mumbling. "Scarlett? Are you in there?" one officer asked you in a stern voice. You were trying to stay quiet and started backing away from the door but ended up bumping into the wall. "Dang" you thought. "That probably gave me away. Hopefully they didn't hear it-" your thoughts were interrupted. "Scarlett we can hear you. We know you're in there" he said in a monotone voice. These guys were like robots. They show no expression. "If you come out with your hands up no one will get hurt otherwise we're coming in and someone is going to get injured" he told you. "I can't go out or I'll get arrested but if I stay in.... I don't even want to think about what'll happen..." You thought. "But what if..." You said under your breath turning to the window. "Yes" you smirked. You opened the window after grabbing your bandana and holding your axe in your hand, and jumped. Luckily you were only on the second floor of the house and landed on your hands and knees. You stood up, looked around, made sure no one was around you, put your bandana on, and ran. You ran into a large bushy forest that was near the foster home you were in. Since there were so many branches you had to use your axe at one point to cut them. You stopped and looked behind you to see if anyone was coming. No one was so you sat down panting. You were trying to catch your breath when you heard a small rustling in a bush near you. Standing up again with your axe gripped tightly in your hand you ran. You turned around but saw no one. You slowed down your pace but were still jogging. As you heard some footsteps quite far away from you, you toppled over in exhaustion. You stood up again, weak from running for so long. How long had it been? You could have been running for hours and not known. Your sense of time has been really bad for the past few days... Or weeks. As I said before your sense of time is horrible right now. You began running again for what seemed like a few hours which was actually only a few minutes when you collapsed again. Your vision was blurry but as you looked behind you, weakly, and saw 6 police officers walking towards you holding out guns towards you. "P-please no" you said with the last bit of breath you had.

A/N: ANOTHER CLIFF-HANGER. well mah readers. See ya in the next chapter.