My heart beat rapidly as I was walking to my new apartment from night class. It was almost midnight and being alone in the dark wasn't helping. I'm all alone... I hope... Gulp. Nearly everything had the chance to startle me, even the leaves in the wind seemed to sound like creeping footsteps. The wind blew straight at me, it was already cold enough without a breeze. I shivered half in fear, half due to the temperature. Step. Step. Step. I heard something walking. I began to increase my pace to outwalk the mysterious entity. Step. Step. Step. Step. I was beginning to panic. Frantically, I accelerated my speed once again, only to hear the footsteps closing in behind me faster. Fuck... I'm going to be killed! I'm over! I'm finished! Suddenly I saw it, someone had left their baseball bat outside. Score. Truthfully, I knew I wouldn't be able to attack the person, I'd be too scared. I'll just swing it around! Scare it off! I dashed to the bat and quickly snatched it. I spun around violently, trying to locate the stalker. Step. Step. Step. The figure was here, but it was too dark to pinpoint it's location. Step. Step. Step. STEPSTEPSTEPSTEPSTEP! IT'S RUNNING YUURI! GO GO! I sprinted as fast as I could to outrun the freak, but to no avail. The figure was still behind me, I was done for.
"Sir! Please stop running!" The figure yelled, clearly out of breath. Slowly but surely, I began to slow down.
"Who are you!" I harshly asked the figure in the shadows.
"Vik- Viktor Nikiforov!" He stuttered.
"What do you want?" Viktor came closer.
"I'm scared of the dark... And I need someone to walk with me to my apartment building, to ease the stress, you know?" I nodded.
"I'm traveling to my apartment too." I told him. Viktor walked out of the shadows and into the light of a dim streetlight.
"Woah!" Viktor gave me a wierd look.
"What?" He asked worriedly. What? Honestly have you seen yourself in a mirror! You should be a model living in a mansion! Not some guy roaming around at night, living in an apartment.
"Oh, um nothing, I just, like your jacket." I scratched the back of my head. Yuuri. You're a retard.
"Oh, this old thing? I got it at a yard sale." He laughed awkwardly.
"Well, let's get a move on." I announced. Viktor nodded in approval, and accompanied me to the apartment building. We were silent for most of the walk. Viktor seemed bored, I could tell that he would die to strike up a conversation. Just don't Yuuri... You're just gonna screw up if you do. I had a short flashback to my old career. I would glide on the ice smoothly, people would cheer, the usual, but... But sometimes...Sometimes you fell... And didn't get up. I shuddered.
"You cold?" Viktor came closer. "You can borrow my coat."
"Oh, no, no thank you." He grinned at me, and nodded in understanding. Viktor's charisma is overwhelming, and to think that I thought that he was a mindless killer planning on murdering me. I snickered softly.
"So what's you're name?" Viktor caught me off guard.
"Yuuri, uh Yuuri Katsuki!" I frantically answered, my tone startling him.
"Ahhhhhh, Yuuri, is this your place?" He asked as we turned a corner to a large apartment building. I nodded.
"It's mine too! Can we walk together after our night classes?" He winked at me enthusiastically.
"Sure." I'd rather walk with Viktor than walk alone. My monotone answer bothered him.
"Is something wrong?"
"No." He didn't ask anymore questions.
My apartment room was quiet and dull. My only decor was a vase of blue roses. I always got blue roses after competitions. I changed into my pajamas and crawled into bed. Click. I twisted my right arm, quickly unlatching it. I unhooked the fraudulent limb and set it next to my bed. Accidents happen.
