The brush slapped your arms. Throns tearing your pants but you can’t stop running. You stop, you die. He chases you, and he’s fast. His blonde hair not even moving at your’s is either in your face or in arms length away from him. You felt his hand yank your hair, ramming you into a tree trunk. My fear-filled eyes locked into his dead ones. I gulped thickly as his big hand wraps around my small neck. He gently squeezes it, making a gasp escape your lips. His smirk grew “Well, well, well” he whispered, his voice low and velvety “guess my kill count is going up. You hand goes to his, trying to pry his hand off my neck but it only made his grip tighten. “P-please don’t—“ I whispered, my voice strained and desperate. He chuckled darkly, amused by the begging. 3 other people joined him “Good catch Cato” Glimmer complimented He smirk at her over his shoulder “why thank you” he said before narrowing his eyes back on you. “What are you gonna do to her” Marvel asked “slit her wrists?” “Throat would be better” Clover added “Or just break her neck” Glimmer squealed