...Genre: Bittersweet, tragic...

...Warning: Mention of wound and death...

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...There he stood, with his emotionless face radiating nothing but coldness. What's he thinking? I'm dying to know....

...Heh, quite funny when I'm actually dying. I shake violently, coughing up more blood as they spill to the ground. The grasses couldn't get redder from all this blood. I didn't like it, the sight before me, it caused me discomfort....

...It scared me....

...Also funny, red used to be my favorite colour......

...I would've giggled at this moment if it wasn't for the pain the arrow in my back was causing me. The other bruises across my body also weren't helping. The sound of grass crunching brought my attention back to the man, the man I love....

...His fake face falters as he nears me, now filled with remorse. Oh, how much it hurt to see him like this. After all, I was the reason he was hurting. Fate can be cruel sometimes. Crouching before me, he pulled my bloodied figure into his lap and broke down into tears....

..."I'm sorry... I-I couldn't protect you..." He struggled to talk, tears running down his face like a waterfall. I don't know what hurt more, my injury, or my heart. I wanted to hold him, wipe all his tears, just talk like we used to. But why can't I move? Despite how much I want to, I can't move a single limb. What happened to the quote "If there's a will, there's a way."? Is it my punishment for my sins? Then, it really is a suitable punishment......

...The perfect punishment for a traitor....

..."Sh-shhh… It's not your fault… It was your duty… to fight for your clan. You did great by the way, good job soldier." I tried to laugh but a groan came out of my mouth instead....

...Ahh, now he's gonna feel worse, all because of me......

...I'm really such a bad person....

...None of us said a word as we stayed on the bloody ground, smell of blood and flesh heavy from the battle that just ended. Oh, did I mention I was in a battlefield, and surrounded by bodies? No? Uh, now you know. There was a battle between the two most powerful clans in the kingdom, and we just happened to be from opposite ones... Fate really is cruel sometimes, huh?...

...Why us though? Did it really have to be us? Why were we from different clans? Why did there have to be a war?...

...My foggy mind understood none of it, nor did it find any answers. The only thing it desires now is rest. It's time to rest, I've given my all, I deserve it now....

..."James?" I opened my mouth, my voice barely audible, and raspy. I hope he didn't think it was a monster talking... Ah, look at me, joking at a time like this. I guess I never was the serious type, taking things seriously... hurt me a lot....

..."Y-yes?" He hurriedly leaned over to hear me better, his soft hair brushing my cheek. I'd always brush his hair when we used to meet up secretly. It's so messy now... Who'd take care of his hair if I'm not here?...

..."Take care of yourself, okay?" I managed to successfully smile this time. "Marietta... Please... Don't go....."...

...And I thought my heart couldn't hurt more....

...Suddenly, he tries to pick me up but I was quick to stop him. "James... Stop. Listen to me. You... have your sword right?" I've decided, what I want in my last moments, and what I'll say as my last words....

..."Mari please....." He kept begging but I didn't budge, it was for our own good. This pain was too much, both in my back and in my heart....

..."Listen, I can't talk much... I love you so much, remember that okay? Just... Don't fall for someone you can't get again, promise?" I said with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. He, however, remained silent. "Hey...?" I asked after a moment to gain his attention....

...Ah, I wanted to say many more things but I don't think I'll make it, so better say the most important words....

..."Hm?" He hummed, voice slightly cracking. "I want you to end my misery now, it's hurting too much." I finally spoke the words he dreaded, his emotions were clear on his face. His head fell on his chest, but when it rose I could see he has accepted the harsh reality, which I did long ago....

..."Can you smile for me?" He did as I asked, forcefully giving a smile as he picked up his sword. "And where's my goodbye kiss?" I said with a slight smirk....

...He chuckled a little. Mission accomplished, no more jokes needed....

...Then we kissed, for the last time. Still, it felt like the very first time, sending a burning sensation stronger than the one in my back. At least, my last moments were satisfying, eh?...

..."I love you, Marietta," he said pulling back and raising his sword....

..."I love you too, James," I whispered weakly, my power on the verge of leaving....

..."....Goodbye."...

..."This isn't goodbye, I'll forever watch over you... You just...won't see me...." He didn't make a sound, probably started crying like a baby again......

...I close my eyes, a smile playing on my lips. I was always afraid of death. But as a person who's going to go through it now, it's not so bad. I'm satisfied with my life, with no regrets. I'm ready to leave....

..."I'm ready."...

...And with a single swing of a sword, my pain finally ended. I was, finally, free....

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..."Then the sinner was finally free, from all the earthly pains," a woman said....

..."Whaaat? She died?" a little girl sat beside the woman, her expression saddened....

..."No, she lived forever in the heart of her lover."...

..."Woah, I want a lover now also..."...

..."No, you're too young!"...

..."Okay okay, I know....."...

..."But I'm sure you'll find someone like that one day! Just, not now..."...

..."Yay~ I'll be waiting~"...

...FIN...

...Genre: Tragic, vent, yandere...

...Warning: Mention of gore and murder....

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...I toss and turn myself in the bed for several minutes, unable to sleep. I have a headache, I've been crying for hours I think......

...Stupid emotions, can't even control themselves......

.........

...Hey, am Samantha, Sam for short....

...I'm a teenager girl, whose intelligence level is worse than the average teenager. I also have ADHD, and don't worry, it was not one of those self-diagnosis, I was diagnosed by a psychologist. Anyways, it's hard to maintain focus on classes. My grades are also average, despite me giving up my food and sleep for it....

...My parents took good care of me, until my sister was born. My sister, Hannah, is what you would call 'perfect'.....

...High IQ, learned things quickly, good communication skills, respectful and kind, in one sentence–...

...not an "ungrateful brat" like me....

...I was never called that before my sister was born. But one day, I got home from school. My exam marks were published, and I got the lowest, which was 85 out of 100. (Means others got around 86-100, and yes, that's how talented the others in my school were. My parents thought that being with better people will "force" me to be better, so they sent me here, to this hell...) So my parents were telling me how I'm so ungrateful and should work harder to make them proud, that's when they called me an ungrateful brat... it hurt, even after all the things I'm doing just to help them boast about my grades, they..........

...But I didn't say anything....

...I silently ate dinner, or I'll get lectured again for wasting food, and of course, being "ungrateful"......

...After that, I silently went to my room....

.........

...I wanted none of this, I didn't want to live at all......

...Even after giving my all, skipping lunch and sacrificing my sleep, JUST to keep AVERAGE MARKS at school......

...Why?.......

...Why me?........

...Why was I like this?.........

...Why can't I be like others, like, normal people?...

...Why can't I just have good grades like them? They do nothing of how much I do, yet, they get higher numbers............

.......

.......

.......

...I was crying when I got distracted by my plushie......

...I don't know why but I loved this plushie so much. it was a werewolf... It had black hair with white stripes, and dark coloured attire....

...It's crimson eyes were shining under the moonlight... it was the only 'person' I told my real feelings to after I shut myself up completely from others......

..."Why am I like this, Alex?"...

...I called it Alex, after my imaginary friend. Unlike others, I knew my "imaginary friend' wasn't real, cuz i just made him up, and pretended that he was always there, even though he wasn't......

...I thought up a human form for him similar to my plushie's, and acted like he was my plushie and he could turn human. Don't blame me! I was......

......lonely........

..."Is it really.. my fault? Why can't I just be enough? Am I so bad that I don't deserve to be appreciated...?"...

...Tears started forming in my eyes......

...I looked at his eyes, it seemed like he was staring back at me sympathetically... He was the only one with whom I felt...appreciated.......

...I hugged Alex tightly and fell asleep, without noticing the new tears that were falling from my eyes....

.........

...Huh? Is it morning already?......

...I turn on my mobile to check the time– 3 AM....

...Of all time, I had to wake up at 3 AM, just great. I don't think I can fall asleep again after reading those horror stories... (Am a scaredy cat, another thing I hate about myself...)...

...I try to hug my plushie only to find out that it's not there. Did anyone come in my room? Did my parents come to say sorry later? Hah, like that'll make things better...!...

...But they wouldn't take my plushie... Did my sister take it?...

.........

...The thought alone made my blood boil. I already hated her enough, she's the reason that my parents are disappointed in me... If only she didn't exist, also those so-called 'better' people at school........

...I sit up, about to go to her room to give her a piece of my mind, forgetting about the time. That's when I heard her shouting from her room. The hell? I didn't even go to her yet, if I did...! Wait... is she having a nightmare?........

...I tried to calm myself down, I shouldn't be too harsh on her, she's just a kid after all... It's my parents fault for treating me like this........

...I get up from my bed, walking towards her room. I stood in front of her door, I was about to knock when I felt something wet under my feet... Water? Did she spill water or something? But it's sticky, water isn't like this........

...Wait......

......!...

......It smells like......

......blood?!...

...I felt the world spinning around me as soon as the smell of blood hit my nose. I hate blood! But I have to go... My sister is there, she...!...

...I opened the door and stepped into the room without thinking anymore, and immediately regretted it......

...There was blood......

...Everywhere......

...And Hannah was nowhere to be seen........

.......

.......

.......

...Wait........

...is that Hannah...?!...

...I couldn't keep it anymore and threw up right on the spot......

...It was Hannah, or more like, her torn up body......

...It's like some monster tore up her body into million pieces......

...I even saw some body parts........

...I threw up again. Then somehow got up and ran out of the room, when–...

..."AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"...

...I heard my mom shout. I ran to their room and burst open the door. But......

......I was too late......

...I saw... a man? He had black hair... with white stripes... and his dress... was like my plushie's?......

...He looked exactly like my plushie's human form....

...Like my plushie, he had claws......

...And......

......his claws were already digging into my mom's chest........

...And dad... He......

.......

.......

.......

...He was already killed. His body was laying on the bed lifelessly, and blood was everywhere........

...I froze in my place, thinking if it was just me having a nightmare because of too much stress, but it felt so real... the smell of blood... It's not real, right?...

...RIGHT?!...

.........

......?!...

...That man... is walking towards me... I need to run!...

...I turn around quickly to run but trip and fall at the doorway. A small whimper escapes my lips......

...... I don't want to die, not yet...! I have so many things to do, I NEED to prove the others wrong, prove that I'm worthy! Yes I was being selfish, thinking about myself even after I just saw my mom being killed, but it's too late anyways... All of them are already........

...I need to save myself first, then inform the police–...

..."Sam..."...

......?!...

...Is that... him?... Oh no... He's going to kill me now..... No no no........

...I started crying silently....

..."Sam... Don't be afraid. No one will hurt you anymore..."...

...Wait... How does he know my name?!...

...I felt someone's arms wrapping around me... Is that him?!...

.........

...Why does his presence feel so familiar... It's so calming.......

...........

...I want to sleep... I'm tired......

...Tired of everything, everyone......

...I felt someone caressing my cheek....

..."Don't worry Sam, everything will be over soon... Rest for now..."...

...I felt something soft on my forehead... Is he kissing me?!......

.........

...I'm too tired to react to it......

..."Sweet dreams, love~"...

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.......My consciousness fades away........

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...Note: This chapter is under editing....

...[Inspired by: Dead by Daylight (kinda)]...

...Genre: Game, Slasher, Thriller, Tragic...

...Warning: Slight mention of gore, mention of death (killing)...

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...Here I am. Stuck in a game of hide and seek. Since childhood, I loved playing hide and seek. So, normally, I wouldn't mind if someone randomly pulled me into a round out of the blue....

...But this time... it's different. Whoever gets found here......

...Gets killed....

...Ah, you don't believe me? Funny, I can't believe it also! The situation I'm in... feels so surreal. I'm running and running, constantly in what seems like an endless maze to get away from the seeker. But these damn blood stains! They are revealing my location!...

...Ahh... what do I do? what do I do?? what do I do???...

...Give up?......

...I can feel my body is about to give up, it will after the adrenaline rush ends. I keep trying to move quietly until I reach a dead end....

......What? This can't be... This is just like those movies..... It can't be real, those scenes are made up, they don't happen in real life. I'm dreaming. Yeah, that's it. I should try to pinch myself-...

...Then I remember, the gash wound on the right side of my stomach. The one I got while trying to save Aiden. I wonder if he's okay......

...But the wound, I forgot about that... So, this is not a dream?...

...I was too focused on fighting for survival before to notice the pain or the blood... Anyways, this sh*t is the thing that just wouldn't allow me to hide. For this wound, a quiet and 'peaceful'...

...game of hide and seek turned into an intense and chaotic game of tag by making me unable to hide without a trace....

...I hate tag....

...I never liked tag. It requires speed, something that I never had. My reflexes were slow for as far as I can remember. But blending into the surroundings? Using the environment to disguise yourself and hide from your predator? Yeah, that is something I've always been good at....

...I can't hear the heavy munching of shoes anymore. I guess the seeker left... But that means.......

...He's going after my friends now....

...Am I really going to let that happen? I was ready to give up my life for her. Where did all my courage go?...

...Am I really gonna be The Coward at the end of the **day**, like how I always was?...

...Clutching my wound, I sit down ignoring the pain. I'm too busy debating with myself to pay attention to it. As I keep on trying to bring myself to pick my body up and go to my friends' rescue again, I realized....

...It's pointless....

...I don't stand a chance against that monster, at all....

...And all I can do is wait here for the bitter embrace of death......

...I feel my consciousness starting to leave slowly by the point my friend's screaming filled the area as I'm there blankly. He was... maybe the last one beside me.......

...Oh, Aiden... I'm so sorry, I really want to protect you. But more than that, I just want to sleep now......

.......I feel so tired.......

...I hear the familiar footsteps again. He's coming for me, the last hider. After he finds me, he'll be the ultimate winner, winner of this death game....

...I never should've agreed to this game. Never should've been so greedy for money. But oh well, that's what I get for trying to get easy money. How could I believe someone would pay me millions for winning a childish game? And what's better? I brought my friends into this! Hah, not that guy, I am their actual murderer! Good job, me! You're killer now, just like that guy....

...How lucky he was, to be able to choose the seeker faction of the game. Nobody can do anything to him, but he can do everything to us....

...The best moments of life, especially with Aiden keep flashing before my eyes. Being in a haze, I didn't even realize the seeker picking me up by my throat. I could only think about my friends, family, and Aiden......

..."I... love you, A-aiden," I muttered weakly with a faint smile and closed my eyes, slowly taking my last breaths....

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...Bodies laid here and there in the maze called "playground". He was the only one alive here now. He was the winner....

...He slowly pulled down his mask, revealing the face of the dead girl's dear friend......

...Aiden....

..."Good job," a husky voice said from behind. "You better keep your promise."...

..."I will, I'm a guy with morals."...

..."Cut the crap, 50/50 was it? I won't accept less."...

..."Yeah, let's go meet the boss."...

...'The Seeker' walks away, his footsteps fading into silence as Aiden looks at his friend, eyes filled with tears of deep remorse....

..."I love you too, I......

...I'm sorry.... "...