Chris's POV
I see a man standing over me out of the corner of my eye. My vision is on Kayla. She just fainted and she was just thrown against the wall, enough to give her another horrid concussion.
The man fists my collar of my shirt and stands me against the wall, not very lightly.
He says as he smells Chris, "You smell that, Chris? It's your fear."
Out of know where, a wooden stake pierces the mans arm. He goes sprawling all over the ground, making inhuman sounds.
He falls down the stairs and crashes into the front door.
Kayla says, "Come on! We got to get out of here!"
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No Where To Run (Fright Night Fanfiction)
FanfikceI DO NOT OWN JERRY OR ANY OF THE FRIGHT NIGHT CHARACTERS FROM THE 2011 or ANY OF THE FRIGHT NIGHT THINGS! Under HEAVY and EXTREAM Editing.
