"I'm telling you Jason, there's a guy right outside staring directly at me,"I fumed, squishing my nose into the dingy window even more. He ignored me and continued typing on his beaten up laptop,"Maybe if you'd stop smoking those blasted horror sticks you wouldn't be hallucinating about some Apparation." "Apparation?"I asked suddenly getting off track,"The hell is that?" Jason finally looked up, giving me an annoyed look,"Are you drunk?" I scoffed and went back to narrowing my eyes at the dark figure outside of the window, barely making him out from the droplets of rain,"If I was drunk I'm pretty sure I'd have better things to do with my time." He just stood there, not moving. "Like sleep with your non-existent boyfriend? Congrats,"He muttered sarcastically. This was my turn to cast him an annoyed side glance, but when I turned back the figure was gone. "Oh great!" I turned around ready to rant,"You distracted me and no-" I stopped in my tracks and my blood ran cold as I turned to see the man from outside peeking through the doorway, watching us. He moved slightly so he was out of view, but I knew he was there. I knew. ------ Marie and her younger sister Anne have been at odds lately. What with their parents being burned alive. Their aunt being a total loon. Then there's the cousin who hates them for no effing reason. But let's not forget the mysterious man that keeps appearing. What will happen when they catch him?

He looked at me, no wait-he didn't just look. He gazed into my soul like the devil. I gulped and felt the heat rise to my cheeks. Then he cracked a smile,"You're a weeb aren't you?" I was slightly taken aback by the random question and also slightly annoyed,"Um.. no. I just watch anime." He ran a hand through his hair,"Makes you a weeb." I let out a breath suppressing a glare,"N-" He cut me off by holding his hand up in my face. I shut my mouth even though at this point I wanted to kick him in the balls, and a lazy smile spread across my face at the thought of him clutching his crotch in pain and his face contorted into pure agony. My smile dropped when his hand went to my hair as he pet me,"Good weeb. Now that I've seen what you can do," referring to me saving his life,"You are familiar with the term yandere?" I nodded slowly, wondering where he was going with this. "Good cause from now on, you can call me Senpai." What??? *********** Yandere (ヤンデレ) is a portmanteau of two Japanese words yanderu (病んでる), meaning to be sick, and deredere (デレデレ), which is defined as strongly and deeply exhausted, infatuated, moonstruck, head-over-heels, or lovestruck, but in this case used for "lovestruck."

My shoes slapped against the pavement drowning out the sound of my heaving breaths. My chest was on fire and the sun was not helping. I wanted to stop running. I glanced behind me. Zombies barreling toward me at rapid speed? Check. The others being late with the getaway car? Check. My legs were starting to give out and I sighed. "Death sounds pretty great right now."

Prompt exercise: If you were a bench (Old asf)