Day 27 H̷a̷l̴l̴o̵n̶e̵-̴s̶h̴o̵t̴s̶

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(Y/n) P.O.V.

I run faster and faster away from him.  It's getting dark, but it's still light enough that I can see. I can't believe what he's doing. He was doing so well, he was getting better. I don't understand. My legs ache with excessive uses, but I won't let up, I can't. I figure it doesn't matter though. He was always faster.

And I'm right.

I'm tackled to the ground, his weight crushing me. I use my hand to claw and scratch his face, but that allows hi to grabs my hands and duct tape them together. "No! No! Stop!"

I struggle and thrash, but with my hands tied, it's no use. "I never meant to hurt you." He whispers. "Then why do this? Just stop, we can fix this. Please." My broken voice is desperate. "I can't. You have to pay." His voice is broken too. He pulls the end of the duct tape, slowly wrapping it around me head. I wiggle around, trying escape, but can't. I feel it cover my head, closer and closer to my nose and mouth. Until I can no longer breath. I try to claw at the tape with my bound hands, my lungs burning with need. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Everything was screaming for air, but there is nothing.

Third Person P.O.V.

He stood up, saddened by his deed, yet also proud. He would avenge them. He would never stop. However, he was disappointed that she had gotten caught up in a bad situation. She could have been better. This was different then his normal M.O., that was for sure, but he thought that she should be allowed to keep her head. Now, she would be a faceless victim. He rested an apple by her limp body as he did with all his conquests, then scratched her off his mental list.

She was down, now for the Septics.

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