You can't get away, no matter how fast you run. They are catching up to you faster than you are getting away from them. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears as you run… your erratic, frantic breathing the only other noise.
How can they run so quietly?!
You turn down another hallway. You had already decided that the building was abandoned due to the fact that no one came to help you when you had started screaming. You lose your footing as you turn, slipping and slamming into the wall. You feel a sharp pain in your shoulder, and as you pull back to stand, you see a splattering of blood against the wall.
Your blood.
You stand up on shaky legs and try to take off down the hall, but you've lost too much time. A body slams into you, pinning you too the wall. The weight lifts off of you, and you look up into those endless black pits. They are joined a moment later by a pair of flat red eyes, and you begin to panic. Your breathing has become erratic, and you're struggling only slightly.
You can't stop looking into those eyes. The moment you pull your eyes away from one, you find yourself looking into the others. It's becoming harder to struggle as the one with the black eyes gently runs his leather clad hands over your arms, from your shoulders down to your hands. The leather runs over your skin gently. The one with the red eyes slowly drops to his knees next to you, running his gloved fingers through your hair.
You whimper softly as you close your eyes, giving up. Because you want this, you want them. With your eyes closed, you can't see their eyes, and all of your fear seems to ebb away as they continue to touch you. There's a sharp ripping sound, the tearing of cloth. One of them, mostly likely the one with the black eyes, wraps a strip of cloth around your injured arm before slowly tugging at the bottom of your shirt.
You bite your lip and shake your head. "Please, no." Your voice is soft, scared, and sounds shaky to your ears. The hands become more insistent, and you realize he isn't going to let you say no. You let him take your shirt off, and you just wish that if he was going to do this to you, that he would just do it faster.
Your shirt goes over your head, and you open your eyes slowly and look up into those black eyes, those red eyes. They both lift their hands to their faces, one sliding his mask up, the other rolling his up. They don't remove them all the way, just enough that their mouths are free to use. The one with the red eyes leans in slowly and he presses his lips to yours. You close your eyes as your cheeks heat up slightly. The other one brushes kisses over your collarbone and your shoulders, his tongue occasionally brushing over your skin.
Why had you been running away from this, from them? You open your eyes as the one kissing you pulls and trails his lips down the expanse of your neck. You inhale sharply as the one with the black eyes bites down on your shoulder before pulling away from you. He tugs on the hood of the other one, and the two of them look at each other, and then pull down their masks, tugging them back into place.
The black eyed one pulls something from a bag that you had not noticed before. It's a thin shirt like the one that you had ruined. He gestures to it, and then to you, as though he wants you to put it on. You accept it and tug it over your head and into place. They nod as though satisfied with the way it looks on you, and then they help you stand up, wrapping their arms around you to steady you. The larger one picks you up, and you look at the red eyes above you, a twinge of fear mixed in with this new comfort you find in being around them, and that seems to be mixed in with something else entirely.
They start walking; occasionally one will brush fingers over your skin, or through your hair, but they mostly keep their hands to themselves. You cling to the one holding you tightly, unsure of wear they are taking you. Soon the air seems to chill, and you see an open door, and beyond it are trees and grass. The one- your getting kind of tired of referring to them by the color of their eyes- wearing the orange jacket stops and takes it off, wrapping it over your shoulder. You swear you've seen it before, this jacket. You breathe in and smell something sweet and earthy. Tobacco, perhaps?
You've been walking through the woods for a while, but it seems as though time does not exist. You're warm and secure; in fact, you are happy. How did your immense fear and wariness become this pleasant warmth?
At the moment, it doesn't matter, not really. All you want is to enjoy this warmth and security while it lasts.
As it turns out, they were taking you back to your house. The trees thin out and you look up at the dark sky and the bright moon. Your house shines dimly, and you can't help but feel a little… disappointed. You don't want to go home, not now.
You reach the back door, and the one not holding you turns the handle slowly. They walk up the stairs, careful not to wake Angelica. They reach your room, and the one holding you sets you down and opens your door. They gesture for you to go in, following you and closing the door. They tuck you into your bed and stand to leave, but your hand shoots out and catches that leather clad hand, "Please don't leave!"
The two exchange a look before slowly, hesitantly climbing onto your bed and lying on either side of you. You feel arms gently wrap around you, and the warmth embraces you.
You fall asleep easily.
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You rub your eyes as you stand up, stretching. What a strange dream. You roll your shoulders lightly as you walk into your bathroom. You stop dead in your tracks as you see yourself in the mirror.
Around your left arm is a strip of cloth.
You take a deep breath as you untie it, hoping beyond belief that your arm is clean underneath. Instead, your eyes are met with traces of blood and a healing scab.
You let out your breath in a sob.
You weren't dreaming.
You were sleep walking.