{Author's Note: Hello everyone! I just want to thank you all so much for the reveiws and the favourites! I'm new to FanFiction so please, bare with me n Anyways! I'm so glad to hear that you all are enjoying the story, and please let me know if it starts to become uninteresting or confusing! I will gladly take all the help I can get! I was also thinking of maybe adding some paranormal aspects? If you guys would think that's cool? I don't know, it was just a thought. Now that I have bored you with my author's note, shall we continue on?}

Nothing but silence echoed through my small apartment. I sit on the floor of my bathroom, my back against the locked door, clutching my flashlight like it was the only thing that could possibly save me, and trembling.

I knew he was there, even though he never made a sound, I could feel his presence. I could feel his eyes peering down at me. I could hear his footsteps running behind me. But now all that there was, was silence. A haunting, eerie silence that made my heart pound and my body shake with fear.

'Please don't find me…' I think. 'Oh God, please don't let him find me… ' Minutes felt like hours as I sat there, waiting for the serene feeling of safety again.

My shut-tight eyes opened quickly at the sound of footsteps, then the front door opening and slamming shut. I turn on the flashlight again and pointed it up at the doorknob, slowly and quietly unlocking it. I cease the light and cautiously open the door, being sure to not make a sound. I cold breeze swept into the house through the shattered window, and sent shivers down my spine. I stand and walk out of the bathroom, instantly freezing.

'He's still here..'

I begin to panic and I slowly look towards my front room, seeing nothing but darkness. I knew he could see me through the thick curtain of black, but I couldn't see him.

"There you are." He said and I turned on my flashlight, pointing it in the direction of his voice, but there was nothing. Nothing but the front room of my apartment.

I spin around, pointing the flashlight in all directions and searching the whole apartment, but he was gone. He left no trace except the shattered remains of one of my windows.

'Could I have imagined his voice?' I think, looking around again. 'Maybe he really had left before I came out…' The house was still and calm, but not in a comforting or safe way. It was an unusual stillness. Something that came as an alert to me.

The rain had ceased long ago, but when I flipped the lightswitch there was still no power. I point my trusty flashlight at what was once my front window and I sigh.

"Great." I say, annoyance coating my voice lightly. "Another thing to pay for." I sigh and sit on the floor, running my fingers through my hair and trying to comprehend everything that had happened tonight. It was obvious that Arthur clearly wasn't a figment of my imagination. Unless this was some horrible dream that my mind had come up with.

"Stupid boy," The voice chuckles and my head pops up. "Actually thinking I left. I'm right here you know. Hiding in plain sight~"

I point my flashlight to the far corner and my heart skips a beat. There he was. His green eyes glowing from the light, and his mouth twisted into a crazed grin. I shut my eyes tightly and open them again, and he was gone.

"O-okay, Alfred…" I say aloud, slowly standing up and pointing the flashlight around. "It's late… Y-you're imagining things because you're tired… This is nothing. Nothing but something horrid that your mind has developed. You need to sleep. Then everything will be better…"

I walk (well more spin) down the hallway to my bedroom, always looking towards where my flashlight was pointing so I never missed anything. I walk into my small room and quickly shut and lock the door, looking everywhere in the room to ensure safety. I let out a relieved sigh and flop onto my bed. Almost instantly, I fall asleep, praying that this was all just a nightmare, and that everything was going to be normal once I woke up.

I can see them so clearly. They are the only things I can see in this room of darkness. His eyes. They glow so vibrantly in the pitch-black of my surroundings. They are the eyes of a killer, a sociopath, yet they are so full of joy and life as they circle me like a vulture. I try to run, but I can't move. It's like I'm paralysed, the only part of my body that is able to move are my eyes as I follow his.

A clock ticks somewhere in the distance.

"You're almost out of time." Echoes a voice. His voice. "What a shame." I shiver at the feeling of an icy cold hand touching my face. "Such a handsome young man." He continues. "So much potential. So much you could have done with your life."

"L-let me go!" I shout, but no more than a mere whisper escaped from behind my lips. "I-I'm no use to you! There are others out there that—"

"Shut it." He replies sternly, annoyance and anger in his voice. "You have no choice." I could hear the quiet rustle of his clothing as he bends down. "You're mine now."

I struggle to get away. To get my body to move somehow, but it was impossible. It was like I was glued to the ground. My heart ponded and the ticks began to speed up.

"P-please…" I beg. Suddenly the ticks stop and the room is filled with light. His wide cat eyes were mere centimeteres from mine and his mouth was twisted into the same grin as before.

"Time's up." He laughs, biting into my neck, and I scream.

My eyes shoot open and I bolt straight up in bed, my breath shaky and heavy. Morning light was flooding into my bedroom and I look around. I was alone, and everything was normal. I shakily stand, my legs like jell-o and my knees about to buckle. I grip the wall for support as I regain myself, grabbing onto my flashlight as a weapon incase there was something waiting for me beyond my bedroom door.

I tighten my grip on the flashlight and unlock the door, opening it quickly and holding up my "weapon" in preparation to attack. I walk into the hallway, checking every nook and cranny in the small New York apartment to ensure my safety.

At last, I was alone.

A smile crept across my face as that serene, satisfying feeling coarsed through my body. I look towards my front window, and suddenly some of that happiness was ripped away.

"You're still…broken…" I say to the shards of glass that was once my window. "So all of that…was real…" Shivers ran down my spine and I shake the feeling away. "Don't do this to yourself, Alfred. What are the odds of him coming back tonight? One in a million, that's for sure." I start making myself some breakfast. "There are plenty of people in New York. He won't possibly come back here." Little did I know that I had started a game of "Cat and Mouse".

And I was the mouse.