Thread: ..::Aɴɢᴇʟs ᴏғ Dᴇᴀᴛʜ::.. [Rʏᴀx & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

Rachel didnt expect to receive a response at all, let alone after not receiving anything in return from her previous outbursts of greetings. She jerked in disbelief, her eyes widening before cocking her head to the side to inspect the shadowy figure making its way towards her. By the looks of the silhouetted figure, it appeared to be a tall male, wearing jacket? The riffles from the shirt detailed itself in the shadows, causing her to squint to concentrate on it profoundly. A long, curved-like item was engrossed in his grip, appearing to be a Halloween accessory. The suspense finally ceased once the figure showcased itself. How coolly he responded to her didnt match his visual description. His body was riddled with bandages, his eyes glowering, yet a sadistic twist painted in his enthusiastic pupils. The item he wielded wasnt a prop, it was a scythe. A legit scythe! The blade shimmered in her eyes when the dim light of the room reflected upon it. A reflection of her petrified features within the blade mocked back at her. Forcing down the saliva that overflowed in her mouth from fear, she gulped violently. Her mouth opened, wanting to talk to the stranger, but nothing came out. She was stricken with horror. Those eyes of his scanned hers, void of any emotions. So many questions were penetrating her thoughts, wanting to ask him who he was and why he equipped such a frightening weapon? Were there monsters here that required him to wield his scythe? Little did she know the monster was really him. THUNK! Shuddering from the unexpected sound, she realized that he had her in the palm of his hand. Her eyes adverted from his to glance at the dropped scythe, only for her blue irises attend back to stay glued onto his own hues. She couldnt risk letting her guard down. He was giving her mixed signals. His next response was loud and clear of his intentions, causing no more doubts. It saddened her to know that the only person she could confine to in this situation wanted to kill her. Just fuckin peachy. She growled inside of her head before pivoting her heal and bolting out of the doorway. It wouldnt take long for his own pitter-patter of footsteps echoed down the same pathway as her own. Not knowing where you were or how to maneuver around the building wasnt as thrilling as most might say, especially when you have someone behind your tracks wanting to kill you in the most inhumane ways possible. She knew that it was best to not look behind her, but curiosity got the best of her interests. Her head turned to peer over her shoulder to see the fervor coating his face, similar to a lion feeling the thrill of a hunt as he chased down a zebra. Please, stop! You must have found the wrong person! She finally managed to get something out from her useless throat, despite the words being cracklier than she had hoped. It only made her look more pathetic in the eyes of a thrilled-killer. She had never met this guy before, so why would he want to kill her so badly? As far as she remembered, she hadnt done anything bad, let alone hurt someone else to have them hire a hitman. Was this why she was sent in this unknown place? Think about these questions later, dumbass! Her thoughts barked back at her. A burning sensation brewed inside of her calves, feeling the fatigue of her running finally catch up to her. She shouldnt worked-out more and been more athletic for situations like these, but you dont anticipate your own doom everyday by a murderer. Rachel left the doorway to the room to be invited into another bland room. This time it was a bedroom, but she couldnt risk hiding under the mattress, she needed more time away from him to get into a place to hide. It didnt surprise her that, yet another door was placed inside of the bedroom. Without a second thought she eagerly gripped at the handle to hear the approving click of the door giving away to be pried open. Another bedroom, but this time it had a treasure-like-chest inside without a lock. It was a decent size, enough to let her form fit inside of it. No more hesitation. Quickly she meddled the top of the chest to open before rapidly jumping inside of the wooden crate before closing the top. Her hand wrapped around her mouth, trying to muffle the sounds of heavy breathing and to lower her racing heart rate. Oh my god, am I going to die? She feared before closing her eyes tightly to rid of the pessimistic thoughts. That was, until the bedroom door slammed open to announce his grand entrance.