You'll learn to love me. (Yandere! Masky x reader)

Chapter 29

So far, so good. I'm a little nervous. But I'm ready. My weapon is in my hands and I'm at the entrance of the forest. I'm sure he would still be around. He has to. Upon entering the forest, it starts replaying in my head again. The screams, the pleading, the merciless killing. It's a haunting memory I'll never get rid of. With my gun clenched tightly in my grip and my narrowed eyes scanning through the trees, I'm ready to brace anything. Inhaling deeply, I keep my head up and keep walking. I'm more alert than ever, listening closely for any type of sound. Footsteps, talking, anything. For the next three minutes of walking, I don't hear anything besides the soft howling of the wind and the crunch of the leaves beneath my feet. It's hard to see anything in the distance due to it being so dark. Spotting him from far away won't be possible like this. While walking past some trees and bushes, I finally hear something that resembles some kind of grumble. My heart starts to accelerate as I hold the gun close to my chest, following the sound of the grumbles. With every soft mutter of a voice, a dragging noise can be heard. As if something heavy was being dragged across the ground. I finally manage to find the source of where the voice is coming from and hide behind a large trunk of a tree. I peek around it, only to see my target. One of his hands is clutched around his shoulder, presumably the one he was shot in. In the meanwhile, his other hand was hanging onto a smaller hand. I almost gag at the sight. He's dragging Emma's headless body across the forest with no remorse. Her body was leaving a trail of blood behind which would be easy to follow.

I feel tears brimming in my eyes as I take a deep breath. Just point and shoot. I hold the pistol in front of me, aiming directly against the bastards head. As he dragged the body, my arms slowly moved along with him to keep his head in the shot. My finger was twitching in anticipation of pulling the trigger. Once he's clear in my line of shot, I finally pull the trigger. The gun shoots out the bullet with so much force, it almost flies out of my hands. I shut my eyes for a quick second, expecting to hear a 'thump' of someone falling to the ground. When I hear nothing else besides shuffling, I open my eyes. My breath suddenly hitches in my throat once I realize that the bastard is still impact, in one piece. A bullet hole was embedded in one of the tree trunks behind him. I missed. I can't believe I missed. I didn't even inflict a scratch on him. His gaze suddenly meets mine, making me freeze in my spot. My body tenses up as that last spark of confidence I had flickered out as quick as a flame. My hands started shaking as I pull back the slide to reload and try to take another shot. Before I'm able to even point a gun at him, I see the blade of a hatchet flying towards my face. I let out a startled cry as I duck for cover behind the tree trunk I hid behind before. "So, the little mo-mouse is here by herself? What a s-surprise!" His sentence was occasionally interrupted by a stutter due to his body spasms. My hands were trembling at this point. Tears were blurring my vision because of sheer panic and fear. I don't know if I dare to look around the tree again.

"Say, wa-want to know what I-I'm gonna do with her body?" He suddenly questions out of the blue. Why in the world would he say that out of nowhere? I keep quiet as I furrow my brows in confusion. Toby continues, "I'm going to give it to a good pal of mine," he states. I can hear a tint of amusement and mischief in his voice. "And you know what he's going to do with it?" He asks. He pauses for a few seconds, as if expecting me to answer. I don't, obviously. Toby lets out a chortle before adding, "he's going to fuck it senseless. Which, well, she already is." he finishes with a chuckle. I feel like throwing up. How can someone be so utterly disgusting? My entire body is trembling from either the cold, fear or anger, I can't tell. "And my fr-friend just loves bitches who don't struggle or scream." I hear his last word come out as a grunt as I heard his boot collide with something. He probably kicked the body. He's not a murderer. He's a complete monster. "This whore of a body is the perfect pick for him. She'll fulfill her destiny soon." Toby chortles. I feel streaks of tears rushing down my cheeks. I'm not letting him get away. I get up from my spot and appear from the tree again. He's lost one hatchet, if I can only make him lose the other one.