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The Man In Pink
2pEngland x Reader
Chapter 22
Warning language and violence

Your cover was now blown and you knew that you were screwed. You got up and with out a second thought ran. You ran as fast as you could fearing the worst if they caught you after what you have eased dropped in earlier. Oliver began to run after you while Francois just ram aimed in his seat a smoked another cigarette.

'Shit shit shit shit what the hell do I do now! I don't want to die here in a place like this?!' You screamed at yourself.

"Butter cup come now, don't be scared we just want to talk to you. No need to be scared!" Oliver yelled out while trying to catch you.

'Yea right.' You thought

'You were running around in a unfamiliar house with the chance of you dying, great, just fucking fantastic!'

As soon as You ran around a corner, a kitchen knife goes flying and cutting your face a bit and sticks into the wall. You cringed and the cut but still kept running.

"Oh will you just hold still? I don't want to scratch up your face!" Oliver said.

You put your hand on your cheek only to find blood. This was bad really bad. You were terrified more than ever now.

You had no idea where to go the police was no use since Alfred was able to kill the ones who were supposed to protect you with ease and since Oliver was able to defeat Alfred, the police would just be killed like before. You really haven't made any friends since you can here.... 'Wait where's Arthur?!' You thought.

Ever since he left to answer the door you haven't seem him since. You wondered if he was okay or not. You didn't want to think that Oliver might have done something to him.

You ran into kitchen trying to find a place to hide. You quickly were able to fit in a cabinet under the sink right before Oliver can in.

"Buttercup, where are you now please let me explain to you what's happening?" But as Oliver was saying this you could hear him stabbing the life on to the dining table and dragging it along, making a horrible noise. You dare not to move though, fearing he might find you.

While Oliver was trying to find you you began to smell something awful, I almost made you gaged. You turned your head just a hare only to see a human heart inside of a jar and next to it, a jar of human fingers. They were both labeled Joanna Smith.

Your eyes widen at the sight. You wanted to scream but couldn't. It finally clicked to you. He was the serial killer in England that everyone feared and you were about to be the next victim.

You began to shake a little, you wanted this all to be just a bad dream and that you would just wake up in your apartment and going on with the rest of your life.

But unfortunately Oliver was able to hear you. He walked up the the source of the sudden noise.

You stopped immediately, you hear his foot steps creeping up on you. You were about to be exposed of your hiding place. You didn't want to die with out a fight at least.

Right before Oliver was able to open up the cabinet door you opened it, snaking him in the face. He fell backwards and cover his face, his nose was bleeding. Seeing this opportunity, you grabbed a knife holding it with both hands.

You had to kill him, you thought. If you don't not only you will be killed but there would be future victims and you didn't want that.

You took a deep breath and then swung the life to deliver the fatal blow to Oliver hoping to end it all.

You swung the life but right before it could even peruse Oliver, he grabbed you had causing you to drop the knife. It clattered on to the tile floor. He place both of your hands above yourself with one hand against the upper cabinet in the kitchen.

Silence

There was only silence along with the heavy breathing between the both of you.

You couldn't fight any more, you were too tired from all of the running, your face hurts still, and you didn't have enough strength to release your hands from his grasp.

You looked up to see Oliver with a bleeding nose and sweat , but he had a glare on his face that scared you to the core, he didn't have that cutesy presence like he did when up first meet him. It was like he was a predictor and you were its prey.

Then out of no where he placed his had on to your chin and kissed you forcefully.