Five Senses (Brahms Heelshire x Reader)

Chapter Four: Blood

What is that?

Coins? Metal?

No..

Blood..

He reeked of it..

Whether it was from his wound or the scent of dead man in the other room that's engraved into my memory, I couldn't tell.

I stayed in my spot, unable to move being too afraid that even the slightest blink could set him off and I'd be dead before I opened my eyes.

His face was now half-covered with a broken porcelain mask that similarly resembled the doll.

Admittedly, the mask was uncomfortable to look at, even as he tilted his head like a cute child or dog in wonder.

He made no other sound or move, almost as if waiting for my reaction.

My eyes wandered over his features and observed the half of his face that is revealed.

It was scarred and flushed rusty hues of red and browns.

One of his eyes seemed duller than the other, carrying pink rims around the whites of his eyes.

He must have noticed my staring because I saw him narrow his gaze at me as I watched a darkness emerge from inside him.

Quickly, I stopped and decided to take action before things could get any worse.

"Do you need help with that?" I asked softly, gesturing to the screwdriver that was still lodged in his stomach.

Curiosity replaced the darkness as I waited for him to respond, only to receive silence as an answer.

I exhaled a breath I had no idea I had been holding in, and gathered up the courage to cautiously inch my way towards him.

The man's eyes widened as he took a step back before hesitantly putting his foot back in its previous spot, waiting for me to approach him.

Not moving my eyes away from his, I slowly made my way over and took a deep breath of the toxic scents he carried.

Nevertheless, I persisted and pushed through the metallic smell of blood and the musky scent of sweat until I stood face to face with him.

Although his figure was slightly hunched over, it was easy to tell that he was capable of towering over me if he stood at his full height.

He peered down at me, hands remained at his sides whilst his head moved to stand up right as he watched me with a curious gaze.

Not once did I break eye contact with the man as I spoke, "Let's get you cleaned up."