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"Haha!" Neveah said as the puck rolled into my side. "I win! Again! Now how much do you owe me?"
I gave her a disbelieving look. "We're playing air-hokey, not poker."
"Oh, come on!" she said. "So unfair! You're no fun, you know that?"
"I know." I gave her an innocent smile.
She rolled her eyes, slipping her card through the taker again and smiled at me. "Come on, another round."
"Whoo," I said as I slipped in my card, "another way for you to beat my ass. Great."
She smiled evilly when the puck deposited from the side and slid to the middle.
She suddenly flipped out and slammed the puck toward me, and I yelped when it crashed against the wall and slid back over to her, slamming into her side, and coming back.
"Jesus!" I said as I tried to dodge it. "Not so hard! You're going to lodge it into someone's eye!"
"Sounds great," she replied as it came back toward her.
I yelped when she crashed it back toward me, and it bounced off my wall and slid over to her side.
It only took two seconds because we both expected it to bounce off the wall.
But when it started sliding toward the middle, she yelled, "Oh, crap!"
Though it was already too late.
Before she could react, the puck slid gracefully into her side, and I smiled evilly when the screen blinked and said, "Player Two is the winner."
"Yes!" I said, jumping in satisfaction. "I beat you! Finally! And I didn't even do anything!"
She gave me a bored look and shook her head. "You are too giddy."
I danced around. "And you were, too, when I lost, so now I get a chance to bully you back."
Neveah sighed, sputtering her lips. "Skye, you are all just... revenge, aren't you?"
"Not all the time," I replied, still dancing. "But I do occasionally take revenge when given a chance."
She just rolled her eyes and watched me mess with her.
But she suddenly glanced behind me, and her lips parted. "Uhm... Skye?"
I gazed up, still dancing. "What?"
She pointed behind me, and I stopped and turned, searching the crowd for whatever she was pointing at.
I was about to turn and say, "What are you trying to tell me?" but I ended up finding it.
Or him in this situation.
Sebastian—of course—was standing about five feet away, though he was smiling, playing some zombie horror game in this arcade.
He looked into it, but I suspected that he wasn't paying attention to it, honestly.
If that was somehow possible.
"Is it just me?" Neveah said. "Or is he following you everywhere?"
I gazed back at her. "Welcome to my life."
She arched her brows.
"Still think that he's my Knight in Shining Armor?" I suggested.
"Yes," she replied honestly, and then smiled. "Go talk to him! Sounds like fun."
"What?" I said. "Why?"
"Because you like him?" she said, rolling her eyes. "Go on! Go!"
I sighed and shook my head, turning and stepping over to Sebastian who was peacefully playing a very gory game.
"Sebastian," I said.
"Hello, Skye," he replied, still focused on the game. "How are you this fine evening?"
"Wondering why you're following me everywhere like a puppy dog," I replied rudely. "Seriously, go home to your mommy."
The game crashed and flashed the "You Died" sign, and he glanced down at me, eyes dark. "I can do what I want."
"You're stalking me," I told him.
His lips tilted. "I'd like it better if you said, 'I'm always here out of coincidence.'"
"That's a lie," I told him, shaking my head. "You're stalking me."
He chuckled. "Maybe. But maybe you just end up in places when I'm always there. So maybe you're the stalker."
"You're a dick," I hissed.
"I know," he replied honestly, chuckling. "That's why I get away with everything I do."
I rolled my eyes. "Can you go somewhere else? Because you are bothering me."
"You're the one who came up to me," he replied, brow arched. "I was peacefully playing my game until you showed up."
I sighed, turning. "Go home, Sebastian."
He just caught my arm, and I stilled.
"On one condition," he told me, and I turned to face him, eyes glowing in warning.
"What?" I said.
"Come get a drink with me," he said, smirking. "A soda."
I narrowed my eyes. "Why?"
"It's my only condition," he said, shrugging.
I sighed then, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Fine. But hurry up, Neveah's waiting for me."
He smiled in satisfaction and pulled me forward, making me yelp when he half-dragged me toward the bar, and I let him pull me until we stopped at the counter.
"Hello, good sir," Sebastian said, making me roll my eyes. "Two cokes, please."
I glanced up at him as the bartender nodded, saying, "It's in the back. Give me a second."
He walked off, and Sebastian and I stood alone at the empty corner of the arcade.
It was dark over here... the walls were covered in dust and grime.
I felt the hairs on my neck rise as I gazed around.
Why did no one come over here? It was always deserted.
They mainly came here at night for alcohol, and then they got drinks and food at the food-bar on the other side of the arcade.
But... why did Sebastian take me over here?
I gazed up at him, and he was staring forward, eyes dark as if he was thinking about something horrid.
"Sebastian?" I said, wondering if he was alright.
He never replied, and I stared as his eyes moved to a pair of scissors that sat in a cup on the right.
Everything inside me chilled, and the room thickened with heat that made me feel even colder.
"Sebastian?" I whispered.
He just tipped his head to the side, staring at the scissors more curiously.
I took a step back, and his eyes suddenly moved to me.
His irises glowed a dark red, and I stiffened.
He suddenly shot out and caught the scissors, and I screamed when he came at me and growled under his breath.
But I was too slow.
He grabbed onto me, throwing me down as I screeched.
I cried out when he pinned me to the carpet and dove the scissors deep into my throat.
The pain shot through me like I was made of wire, and I choked as blood sputtered from the wound, dripping down the sides of my throat like a fountain...
I gazed up at him helplessly, and he only smiled, those soft eyes now clouded over with darkness.
"No!" I choked, struggling from under him. "I don't want to die!"
"No one wants to die, Skye," he whispered menacingly. "But everyone dies, don't they?"
I blinked, and a single tear slipped from my eye, sliding down my cheek.
The pain was gone now... And I suddenly felt nothing.
Nothing.
Every part of me was numb, every limb still and unmovable.
My body died, but my mind was still running.
"Why...?" I whispered to him, wondering how I could speak as my voice cracked. "Why?"
His cold eyes fell on me, but he never answered.
I only closed my eyes to push away the horror, breathing shallowly as I felt myself fading.
"Skye," someone said.
My eyes shot open, and I gasped, finding myself standing next to the bar as the bartender stared at me in confusion.
I looked around, trying to recuperate my emotions as my world faded in and out.
But when I felt no pain, I touched my throat and drew back, finding no blood.
But... what...?
I then gazed up to find Sebastian standing next to me, a small smile forming on his lips as he eyed me. "You good?"
I stared for a moment before nodding.
But I wasn't...
I wasn't okay.
I thought I died. I thought I was going to die.
But it wasn't real.
I breathed shallowly.
Was I going insane?
"Skye," Sebastian said.
I blinked and gazed up. "Yes?"
He eyed me suspiciously before holding something out to me. "Your drink."
I gazed down to find a glass filled to the brim with soda, and after a moment, I took it, staring at it for a moment.
The bartender watched us for a second before nodding and walking off.
"Skye," Sebastian said, still smiling as he leaned down to see my face, "you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"You stabbed me," I said.
"Huh?" he uttered.
I gazed up quickly, feeling the numbness fade, and the panic brimming. "You stabbed me here," I gestured to my throat, "and then I was dying. I swore I was dying."
His brows arched. "That never happened. We've been standing here the whole time. Are you okay?"
I stared at him for a moment, his features, but it gave off nothing.
Not even concern.
It was just blank. I couldn't tell what he was thinking.
"You look like you want to ask me something." He took a sip of his soda, nodding to me.
I watched him, trying to comprehend what was happening. "I don't."
His brows arched, and I just took a step back, glancing over to the cup to find the scissors still in place; no sign of it being tampered with.
I just shook my head and walked off, leaving him stranded even though I needed to know...
Was he harm to me? Or was he good?
I was so... confused.60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8G9dtqAcrN
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A/N:
What are your thoughts on Sebastian? Do you think he could be a killer?
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