he silently watched with a eerie smile as the church burned, it only widened when he heard the screams get louder.

his eyes dart to the corner of the woods as he hears your footsteps. "still alive?" he clutches the wooden cross in his hand. "we can't have that can we?"

your running was weak, and he automatically caught up to you. "gotcha." he held you in his arms, smiling slightly as some blood trickled down your forehead.