𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗡'𝗦 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬! ━━━━ mao isara (on hold)

34. creatures (mao)

ᡣ𐭩 . monsters roam au | angst

The fear that ran through his body, icing over his veins and causing his blood to freeze.

His breaths once heavy now felt short, kelly green painted eyes wide with terror, jaw hung loosely with that terror combined with shock.

Mao's hands twitch from where he laid them palm flat against the cold flooring.

He wanted to move, but he couldn't.

With sitting behind some crates of an empty room he didn't bother checking the name of, hoping to run far and escape from the very creature that now sat before him.

Large, purple eyes - sharp and hard focused. The creature was lean yet tall as it sat closely to being on its knees while staring down at Mao Isara.

Dark beige horns pointed like a scorpion's tail, rounding off similar to a wild goat's set of horns would.

Blood dripped down from its lower jaw that never seemingly ties to a shut, forever open and loose.

Fresh and a very deep red shade of blood, the stench of it was horrible. Some of the droplets splashed onto Mao's figure, staining his clothes and staining his skin.

His fear didn't let him move. For the past five minutes since attempting at a run, only to be found by this very creature again, he's been nonstop having a staring contest with it.

He wasn't sure what to do. Every plan he thought of so far fell back down into the bucket like an old paint roller.

He wanted to shout for help. From anybody. Yet the idea was useless in more ways than one. If he did shout, nobody would hear him as the majority of the school was dead as far as he knew.

Massacred from the very creature staring down into his soul.

Mao then takes a quiet yet deep breath. He darts his eyes quickly around with the view he's got without moving his head away from the purple eyed creature.

There was nothing practical in the room. No chairs, no tables, no shelving he can pull off its hinges from the walls. Nothing that he could use to escape once again and hopefully distract the said creature.

He then focused his attention back onto the creature before him. It still didn't move. No blinking. Nothing. Only blood and drool leaves between its sharp-like teeth, causing a large puddle to form all around and partly onto Mao. Was it waiting for him to take the first step? Did it like the chase Mao had been giving it for the past few hours or so?

He reaches his hands behind him where the crates he leaned against sat. With trailing his palms slowly up the wood and pushing himself up into a small heave.

A heavy sounding huff noise comes from the creature. The noise was like a dog panting. Only the noise was short and low, but far too heavy to be an ordinary pant. It seemed to acknowledge what Mao was planning.

A look of wonder beamed in its purple gaze.

Mao Isara gulps down his fear as he turns to the left side of him, it was the only free passage way. The right side of him was blocked by one of the creatures' large arms.

He then counts down from inside his head, and once more, he dashes away from the creature.

...

His footsteps thumped heavily against the concrete of the pavement.

Every now and then, in between a couple of seconds, Mao would look back to see if the creature followed him. So far, for the past few minutes, it didn't trail behind him, but Mao didn't let that idea let his hopes down.

He's already let his guard down a bunch of times today from the creature. He's learnt his lesson.

"Isara!"

Once again, within those short seconds, he had his head over his shoulder glancing back still with fear, and with doing so, he seemed to have bumped into somebody on his run causing himself to stumble for a second with a grunt and turning forward once more.

Mao glances up, his heart racing with fear and now some other new feeling as he recognises the person he had bumped into. "Hasumi!" His voice sounded so panicked, mucked up and out of breath.

"You need to watch where you're going, Isara - especially in a busy place like the middle of the town. Why are you in such a hurry, anyway?"

His mind stilled to a halt for a second, thinking his wrecked day out for the moment.

"A creature - like a demon? I don't know - it has manifested itself on Yumenosaki's school grounds!"

Mao's infinite amount of fear pushed some adrenaline through his veins as he grabbed one of Keito's hands and attempted to pull the taller male forward in the direction he was running to. "We need to leave - quickly - before it gets us!" He tries moving forward, only to be reeled back by the AKATSUKI member.

"Demons... Isara... What are you going on about? Demons don't exist." A sigh then leaves between Hasumi's lips. "Have you been staying up some past few nights and possibly been driven by hallucinations as an aftereffect?"

Mao shook his head side to side vigorously. "That's not it. Kanzaki has been reminding me every evening to take my medication before bedtime as you suggested to him, and I've followed his instructions as you wished, but that's not the point! Hasumi, the creature, it's real! We need to-"

The sound of thousands of screams interrupted his talk. He looks behind himself to see the very demon he was quite literally speaking about to Keito Hasumi.

The creature stood far taller than what Mao last saw it minutes prior to the very situation he was in now. It stood taller than some of the large office buildings. Its steps rumbled throughout the streets, causing large vibrations to reverberate past the many roads of the town.

Townsfolk ran and screamed for their lives. Children, women, men... and more. They ran with terror. Some cried as they saw their loved ones alike getting squashed like beetles under the steps of the very tall creature. Blood and thin pieces of human bodies splattered the whole streets in red and varying flesh.

"Is this... the demon you were just going on about?"

"Yes!"

"Damn it... come on then, let's-"

Before Keito Hasumi could finish his sentence, he was stopped by a large shadow overcasting him and Mao.

A yelp of fear then erupts from Mao as the hand comes flying down towards him, separating the hold between him and Hasumi.

As the massive hand separated the duo, it caused the ground to shake and for Mao to stumble and fall to his backside. He shouts loudly, calling out for Keito once he hears the older one scream.

The only answer he got from his call was more blood covering the creature's already red-stained hands.

His breath then hitches, as before he could get himself to move once again, ebony fingers, slender and bone-showing wrapped around his fingers. Jagged claws jabbed at his figure, threatening the instinct of the creature to kill him.

Mao was lifted high up into the air. The demon's arm raised past its own head as it held Mao tightly in its hold like a golden prize. Its flesh-torn and jagged mouth curled into a grin of pride as its voice - deep and rumbling - he's never heard the creature talk up until now - echoed forever into the sky.

"Three, two, one. I found you, my treat~"