Welcome to my Stefano/OC story, fellas! I never thought I would write a story from The Evil Within, but the TEW 2 is amazing, I can't help but let i consume my soul like crazy.Moving on, I would like to thank the awesome Madeline Axelle for her unconditional love and support! I love you, gal! And if any of you fellas happen to dig Mortal Kombat or Shokugeki no Soma, her place is the ultimate shrine that you need to visit. Check her out!Finally, any comments and critiques are very much welcomed. You all know the drill; if you like it, leave a review, if you don't, leave a review.
He was not a deity, yet he had the power that none of the humans she'd encountered had. He was no monster or a vile creature with a stuck out limb and melted visage, but a man; immaculate and handsome in his well-tailored expensive suit and scarf, his crimson leather gloves. Looking almost nothing like the atrocity he projected. He had a sadistic sense of art and plain heartless when it came to killing the lives of others, which she had seen it with her own eyes. He was dangerous, cunning, artistic, debonair.
The man with the camera was a twisted soul beyond repair. That, she should have known from the start before it all led up to this, before he stood only a feet away with his camera ready, a dagger on his other hand.
Under the dim hallway, his presence was as intimidating as when she had first seen him, something that sent every hair in Kenna's body stood up. Stefano kept his head lowered, his bangs sweeping over his eyes that they disappeared completely behind his dark locks making it hard for her to discern his expression. Though if anything, the way his thin lips set into a hard line was enough to know that he wasn't here for a simple chat.
Kenna gulped, agitated but tried to appear dauntless at the sight, her hand cautiously rifling through her leather jacket for her pistol just in case things went awry. Although shooting him was the last thing she had on her mind, but if the circumstances demanded her to do so she'd do it in a heartbeat. Despite her heart appallingly ache at the thought she wasn't going to let her guard down.
"Stefano, no!" the raven-haired woman started, her voice quivering with fear, grief, agony; feelings she'd forgotten to feel before. She raised her gun at him, aiming straight to his head and still, he stood frozen in his place. He was never usually like this, the eerie mute that he exhibited was alarming. "Just go, please. Leave."
Stefano looked up, Kenna could see his broken eye was lighting up from the device. He stared at her for a long time, the grave look on his face never faltered even as he tightened his grip on the dagger. His gloves were smeared with blood. From all the time she was here, she'd never seen him like this; this angry. He was a psycho and murdered people for sport, yes, but he hardly looked like a kettle ready to blow off steam. This was out of the ordinary.
Kenna kept her gun trained on him, but her eyes looked deflated. She couldn't do this, no to him. But then Stefano raised his camera to his face and a newfound threatening stir.
"Stefano, don't make me do this," Kenna remarked. It was her final warning for him. "I don't want to kill you."
His finger hovered on the shutter and she sensed no qualms from him.
"You already have."
Stefano clicked the shutter and Kenna closed her eyes shut. She thought she heard a gunshot echoing across the room.
