Fight! Fight! Fight!
My knife was cutting him, shaving off and chipping pieces of his bone, but no way in hell did they slow him down. I swipe at him, again and again. I kick him in the chest, knocking him backwards. Getting close to him was dangerous, but I didn't want to run anymore. I lunge, slashing for his neck again with my knife. He grabs my wrists, stopping me in an instant and forcing my knife from my hand. He hooks his foot behind mine and pushes.
The angry skeleton growls, successfully pinning me to the snowy ground. This is dangerous and indefinitely uncomfortable. There were several wounds to my abdomen from fighting this guy made worse by the stretching of my body over my lumpy backpack. The blood is staining my shirt and the smell was making me dizzy.
His deep, dark sockets were narrowed, floating pupils glowing red. God that's terrifying. I can feel his breath on my skin as he pants breathlessly. It smells like cigarettes and oranges. But I didn't know this skeleton had organs. I had no idea that this guy even had lungs or could be out of breath. He seemed to be doing pretty good without muscles. He had my arms pinned above my head and my thighs painfully pinned under his shins. I try and throw him off but he's heavier than he looks. He leans in close and inhales. A chill runs down my spine and my heart won't stop hammering in my chest. He sits there for a moment, eyes never leaving mine. I must smell good because he leans in closer, inhaling again. His bone face is almost touching the bare skin of my shoulders.
I want him off! I just gotta wait for him to drop his guard or move one of his legs off of mine just an inch. His gigantic hand grips my wrists and his now free hand grabs my chin and forcefully moves my face to the side. I try to resist, but hes strong as all hell. He presses his face to my neck.
I freeze. I can't breathe. He uses his chin to push my scarf out of the way, giving him access to my skin. A tongue touches my neck and drags across my skin slowly. Its hot and sticky. I gasp silently, heat rushing to my face. I gotta get out from under him somehow, but he hasn't moved an inch. My legs and feet are going numb under his weight.
I try and wiggle out of his grip, but its like iron. Hes laughing at me now. "I like em feisty." He says, chest rumbling. It almost sounded like a purr.
Ice shoots down my spine and the heat in my face grows. I try again to get out from under him. I use all my strength and I manage to lift my legs a little. I slide my right leg up and knee him in the hip as hard as I can muster. The rest of his pelvis is kind of protected, but his joint is definitely not. He growls in pain and shifts on top of me. I push at his exposed spine and push him off to my left and roll to the right onto my stomach. I pick up my knife from where he forced it out of my hand. I hop to my feet, staying low to the ground.
He manages to get to his feet about the same time I do. He looks wary this time. I touch my neck and wipe off his slimy saliva. I see out of the corner of my eye that its glowing red. That's disconcerting. He steps closer to me and I step back.
He smiles a little. Its a wicked smile. "Whats your name, human?" He asks.
'Why are you trying to kill me?' I sign, not really caring if he can understand or not.
He blinks. "Odd. Didn't think there was anyone else who spoke in hands." He says and his defensive stance eases some. "You certainly are interesting."
I narrow my eyes. Monster or not, he sure thinks highly of himself.
He stands up, easing out of his fighting stance. He holds a hand out to me. "Surrender, human, and I will spare you." He, tone absolute.
'What makes you think that I'm gonna surrender?' I say, taking another step back. 'I don't believe you for a second!'
He shakes his head. "What makes you think you have a choice?" He says and his hand and right eye glows blood red, his eye looking like fire. My breath is stolen from me as a pulsing red heart is pulled out of my chest. I feel an uncomfortable tug as its forcibly pulled towards the skeleton, my body unwillingly brought with it.
I try and struggle but there is no pulling away. I'm securely tethered to whatever this glowing heart is. He smiles wickedly. I stab at his glowing hand in a last ditch effort to get away.
He catches my wrist with his free hand and scowls. "Stop that." He growls. He takes my knife and smacks me across the face. "Now you behave or I'll have to do this." His hand squeezes shut and the red heart crumples like aluminum.
Every fiber of my being cries out in pain. And my screams come out as breathy rasps.
Papyrus releases his grip and narrows his sockets again. He pulls at my scarf to peer at my neck. "How unfortunate. I don't get to hear you scream." He say, actually sounding disappointed.
I push his hand away, readjusting my scarf and holding my hand there protectively. I can't look at him anymore. I wish he hadn't seen my scar, seen my weakness. And now, my chest feels hollow.
He tilts his head at my reaction. "I definitely will have to see if you have any other scars. Maybe make a few more of my own." He says, chuckling. "Follow me, Human." The heart goes back into my chest and I drop to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Whatever he did to me drained all energy from my limbs and the blood loss isn't helping.
"Hmm. Not used to having your soul outside your body" he says. My soul? He picks me up under my arms and pulls me over his shoulder. Now I really am a sack of potatoes.
This is humiliating. I wiggle, finding my muscles unable to respond. My backpack hangs down over my head.
"You still think you can escape me don't you?" He says, putting a hand on my ass. He chuckles. "Try it again and I will really put you in your place.
What the hell does that mean? And what the hell does he want from me?
