Black Licorice

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Are you ready or not?

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Y/N L/N

Your eyes widened in fear on his words.
He's lost his mind.

You pushed him away from your form, as you staggered back.
"Y-you need help."

"Baby..." Christa's voice was husky and low. If this was different situation, you would have found it attractive.

"No. No, stay away." You stepped back away from him.

His beautiful face was stoic and dark. It didn't even look...human.

Your phone rang. The most horrible of timing for Nua to call. The device vibrated on your pocket.

"Babe." He called out again.

"Christa...I need you to stop. This isn't funny." You begged.

"You lied to me." His eyes narrowed at your phone that had now stopped ringing.
"Give it to me." He demanded. "I'm going to kill them."

"No."

Before you could even process what was happening, Christa's large hand gripped your head. You let out a scream, as he tightly held it with only one hand.
His palm covered your face. He could easily crush your skull.

His other hand fished for your phone in your pocket as you struggled.

Christa successfully yanked off the device from your pocket. His cold eyes soulessly stared at your writhing form.
"Come on, don't test your God, now."

He threw you aside to the floor. You let out a grunt as your back collided with the ground.

"I will kill you." He said with no remorse, before he began to trudge out towards the door.

Your eyes darted to the golf sticks that have stood abandoned by the couch. You and your boyfriend would play golf sometimes. The good memories...but you're gonna have to throw those away. Pushing yourself up, you grabbed one of the golf sticks.

You have to stop him. He was going to kill Nua.
You can't. You can't let him do that.

With a war cry you ran over to Christa's towering form.
Was he ever that tall?

You bashed the stick on his head as hard as you could.

Disbelief entered your eyes as the golf stick broke in half.

Christa turned around. His face horrifying. Even with his facial features, he didn't look human at all.

His eyes had disappeared and was now instead a horrifying white.
A monster's eyes.

This wasn't your Christa.

Or maybe...you never had a Christa.

"I will kill you, Y/N L/N." His hand held you tightly by the head again. Your feet left the floor as he lifted you up by holding you by your pathetic skull.

He brutally tossed you across the room.
You let out a pained yell as your back collided with the wall.

The wall behind you cracked from the brute force.

You groaned in pain, as you staggered to get up.

A heavy foot was close to kicking your face.

Thinking quickly, you moved out of the way as Christa's foot collided with the wall.

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