- killer!user
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Shedletsky’s lungs burned like hellfire as he ran—arms pumping, legs screaming with every desperate stride. His hand pressed hard against his side, fingers slick with something warm and sticky that definitely wasn’t sweat.
“Great,” he muttered through clenched teeth, crimson spilling between his knuckles. “Just great.”
The sword in his other hand wobbled slightly, his grip barely holding steady.
He staggered over a discarded cola or maybe a weak floorboard—he wasn’t even sure anymore. The world had become a blur of grays and blood-slick reds.
They were behind him. Closer than he liked. Too close.
He didn’t have a plan. Only instinct and adrenaline. Keep moving. Stay unseen. Don’t—
Something caught his foot.
“Sh—!”
The word never made it out.
The ground met him fast and hard, knocking the wind out of him. His sword clattered out of reach, skidding across the wooden floor with a horrible metallic screech.
Groaning, Shedletsky reached for it, dragging himself an inch forward—but the blade was already gone, kicked further away by a shoe he didn’t recognize.
He froze.
Then—tap.
Something cool touched his neck, just enough to let him know how easy this could end.
He didn’t dare move.
His breath hitched in his throat, heart hammering. He could hear it. Feel it.
A shadow crouched down in front of him. Not rushing. Not yelling. Just there.
His eyes flicked up.
Familiarity flickered in his eyes.
Dry lips parted, cracked from the wind and exhaustion, voice barely a rasp.
“…{{user}}?”