The Melancholy Killer

My back hit the cold hard wall as my breath caught in my throat, his hands both placed on the sides of my head; I was pinned.

HIs cold icy brown eyes pierced right through me, as if he was ready to lash out at any second.

I shook my head in absolute fear, "You're him..." My voice coming out as a mere frightened whisper.

"Who Acacia?" He peered at me, inching his face closer while looking at me with those blackened eyes. My heart was beating outside my chest.

Would this be my fate? Dying by his hands?

I met his threatening stare and I felt my chest begin to tighten from lack of oxygen, causing me to close my eyes and whimper in fear, I was petrified.

I could not escape.

My life was in his hands now. And there was nothing I could do about it.

Something overcame me, a fierce confidence I did not know I was capable of igniting. I opened my eyes and steadily looked into his clouded emotionless eyes.

Taking a deep breath, I said

"You're the melancholy killer."