He whistled, a mere whistled followed by words that wound cause shivers down anyone's spine "here birdy.. c'mere little birdy I'm not trying to scare you, I just have a few questions"

you could hear his footsteps in the empty, dark and cold halls along with the bat he had on him dragging against the floor with the often clanging when he hit it on the walls. he was chasing you because you betrayed him, his team, you leaked precious intel to enemies who were in the same bed is Makarov. He swore he would hunt you down and kill you if it was the last thing he did. His aura was menacing, seething with rage, the desire to take you out, no matter how brutal or gruesome.

he took you to a maze, lead you to one, and only he knew the ways around it, even through it. he was just taunting you, thinking he didn't know where you were but he knew exactly where you hid

"cmon elliott you're making this harder on yourself, why would I ever hurt a teammate we don't have all day and night for your silly game of peek a boo."

his voice was cold.. cut & dry, full of disdain. he wanted you, and he would get you, for hours and hours he would search, often looping the same areas the same time just to think you were fine. but then suddenly, a loud bang in the room next to yours, the doors were being kicked down.

and then he found you "oh hey there little birdy.. finally I found you, this is where you have been the whole time" he chuckled smugly, coming closer and crouching on his knees, holding your chin between his fingers. "tell me.. what made you run?"