HER LAST BREATH

" HELP!!!"

I scream my heart out, panting with hot sweat dripping down my body, from my cheeks to my collarbone; the little drops trek down, wetting not just the lids of my glasses but also my collar until it gets over the soft rise of my cleavage.

I turn, looking back each time as I race through the gray walls of an underground passageway, it's narrow walls stretch further and low cemented ceiling trapped me releasing a spooked out version of me running deeper in it.

The gray gradually fades into sandy brown with the peeling gray paint resting at the bottom of the wall. A dull bulb is pinned against the wall as I speed pass it, leaving behind its fluctuating light.

Running forward, I narrow my eyes trying to make out my way in the dull darkness. My feet make constant 'bangs' on the ground.

All around me, I hear its echoes.

"HELP!!!"

I scream out once more, my voice louder with tears and panting as I hasten my already racing feet. In the darkness, my eyes make out another pair of lights, its dim red rays extend a bit further, and slowly, they descend on the ash doors of an elevator.

Straight ahead, the narrow part becomes wider dividing into two narrower routes. My eyes scan them noticing how the routes look;

In the first, crawling green plants stroll down its ancient, cracked walls. There's hardly any light in it; darkness cloaks what lay behind its blanket like a continuation of endless black and bushy green.

Slowly, my eyes dart to the second. A wooden signboard hangs above the entrance. Various zigzag signs of cracks are visible on its wooden plane. In red faded writings, I see a big 'X' on it with an even more faded sign 'under renovation.'

Pupils of mine move a bit further. In the dull darkness, a crusty electrical circuit twitches. Close to the circuit by the left is a tiny red bulb that comes on and off, constantly blinking;

It comes on... then off.

On again, then off once more.

Just looking at the lights, cold chills move down my skin, and I decide to take my chances with the elevator, which is furthest from me.

"SOMEONE HELP

ME!!!"

I shout, still racing towards the elevator, unaware of what effect my decision to use it would have on me.

"Would you SHUT your damn mouth? No one's going to save you!"

I hear his voice ring. His British accent is thicker with his tenor voice. I turn around, but I see no trace of him. The echo of his voice is so loud, like it's coming from every route, and yet no one.

I keep running forward, refusing to let the fact that I may be running straight to him or might even bump right into him stop me, but God, I pray I don't.

But then again, when has the lord ever answered my prayers?

Panting, sweating, and totally winded, I scream, still running downwards towards the elevator, which is finally close to me.

As my feet draw me closer to the elevator, the surrounding air becomes cooler, probably because I feel at ease, almost safe, but then, I hear...

"Pa...pa...pa!" The sound of his feet hitting the ground as he races towards me hunts me. The sound is louder as he emerges from the darkness like a silhouette, and slowly, he comes into the dim red light.

"No...no...no!" I run to the elevator, clicking the buttons. Tears start leaking out my eyes as I see the hesitant ash doors of the elevator. His footsteps draw closer to me, and the tension and the pressure make my hand shaky, but I keep pressing the buttons.

I keep pressing the buttons, forcing them to slide the door open, but it refuses. Tears now race from my cheeks down my collarbone and my eyes become blurry with them, even wetting the lids of my glasses.

"Oh no God!" I press the button. The sound of his footsteps draws closer and closer and nearer and...

An empty line separates the elevator's doors as it opens. I rush into it. Clicking the buttons, I hope the door would close right in time before the beast arrives.

It slowly closes regardless of my prayer.

Finally almost an inch remaining for the doors of the elevator to shut...

To my dismay, a thin black cylindrical gun blocks the way and the elevator sounds loud reopening;

"Welcome!"

The doors open wide. His shiny black boots are the first thing I set my eyes on, and they remain on them, afraid to look up. Summing up some sort of courage, I slowly lift my gaze up viewing his blue blazer, blood soaks the edges of his blazer. There's a red mini rose in its pocket, his bloody hands form a fist holding something.

Finally, I look up at him' My handsome devil.'

His eyebrows are dark and bushy. Eyes devilishly ravishing, his pupil's ocean blue and captivating. His nose, a paragon of perfection 'pointed and slim, having a perfect shape'. His lips curve up in a smile. A sinister expression is on his face as he snickers walking deeper into the elevator. His British accent echoes loud and his rage filled voice scares me.

"Fuck it Krystal! Did you actually think it would be that easy to outrun me?...Just where the FUCK!...?" He kicks the elevator and the metal budges inside. He reduces his voice when he notices how shaken I am, making it a little lower, but it's still full of rage and bottled up anger;

"...did you think you were going, Peanut?"

His angry blue eyes stare right at me as his gigantic hands grope my hair dragging me away from the elevator, my glasses fall down and the further he dragged me away, the smaller it seemed to become.

The pain beneath his forceful fingers is so excruciating and bone cracking that I struggle to free myself. I groan in pain raising my leg intending to kick his balls but unfortunately, he grips my leg tight as he mouths silently;

"No no, peanut." He says with his beautiful blue eyes staring at me. My skin beneath his fingers hurts like a rope is fastened to it, tying it like the neck of a hanged victim.

I move opening my mouth, my teeth pierces into his arm, but he doesn't budge instead a needle slips right into my neck injecting some sort of transparent liquid into my veins.

Everything around me is like I am underwater ' blurry and shaky' including the ravishing blue eyed devil holding me as I collapse in his arms.

The last thing I hear is;

"Good night, peanut!"