{Calum}
A shiver ran down my spine as I watched the paramedics rush into the scene. My eyes stayed glued to them as they seized the comatose girl. They didn’t hesitate to haul her onto a stretcher and sprint down the hallway, rolling her out of the arena, all while shouting things that I couldn’t understand, since they were bellowing in Spanish.
Everyone who had witnessed the incident remained silent. It was a silence that made goose bumps appear on your skin and made you want run until you could escape the tension and uncomfortableness it ignited in your body.
A shaky breathe escaped my mouth as I ran a hand through my hair, probably messing it up, but that was the least of my problems.
I glanced at my band mates who all had a look of bewilderment on their faces. Out of the three of them Ash looked the most shaken up. He looked absolutely terrified.
“What the fuck just happened?” Michael was the first to react, as he threw his hands up in the air. “Did that guy really just chew half that girl’s face off? Like seriously what the fuck?”
Before any of us could respond to Michael, a loud, vicious growl was heard coming from behind us. We all turned around to see a handful of security guards restraining the psychopath who had attacked the girl with pink hair.
His skin pale blue, jaw hung low, drool dripping out of it. Eyes bloodshot and wild, the scary thing about his eyes were that every few seconds, his eyeballs would roll to the back of his head, leaving his eye sockets white, the red veins in his eyes standing out. The skin on his face started to sag, hanging low looking as if it were about to fall off.
Moans poured out of the guy’s mouth, some soft and barely audible, others were loud and deep grunts.
His nostrils flared, his eyes opened wide and his head snapped to the side so his gaze was focused on me, or rather behind me. His pupils dilated as a malicious snarl passed his lips. He’s stare so penetrating, so disturbing that it caused a chill run down my spine and my palms to sweat.
The look in his eyes made me feel super uncomfortable, it made my skin itch. He’s eyes were filled with want and desire. It was bloodcurdling, yet confusing.
What was up with this guy? What was he so desperately in need of? Who or what could of possibly had this much effect on him? Who or what made him act this way? Who or what made his eyes fill up with need, the deathly kind of need. The need that beheld his eyes was dangerous. It was the kind of need that you’d imagine a rapist or serial killer to get in their eyes once they spotted a new victim.
Who was this guy’s victim?
I turned around to see who the guy was staring at so intensely.
I came face to face with a pale, sickly looking Ashton.
The next thing I know, the guy lets out a ferocious roar as he goes mental. His arms start thrashing around; the security guards struggle to hold him. But he is putting up a fight and it shows as his legs kick up and down, as he struggles to escape their grasp. The security guards are endeavoring to restrain the crazed man, but they fail.
I watch it all in slow motion. I watch as the psycho breaks free and he starts running towards me. I lift my hands up to somehow protect myself but my effort is useless as he runs straight past me and tackles Ashton to the ground.
Time seems to go slow down as Ashton and the man plummet to the ground.
I freeze for a few seconds, but then my instincts kick in.
I dash across the room to where Ashton and the man are wrestling on the floor.
It was fucking horrific witnessing Ashton sustaining the man by the shoulders, trying his best to keep his nipping jaws away from his face.
