Infectious Intent (M. Yandere x F. Reader)

The Hardiest Attempt

A/N: As usual, I recommend putting the video on loop.

No attention was paid to the two that had left and headed into the bedroom. The younger teen didn't care anymore. All she felt was pain all over her. Crimson covered her from head to toe. Drops fell from her face and onto her lap. Her right arm was free, though, since her hand was missing. She used her arm to keep blood from dripping into her eyes.

Haley imagined that she would die soon, but she refused just to sit around in her last moments. Escape was impossible, but she could make some effort. She wasn't going to cry and give up even on the verge of death.

Crimson expelled from her mouth, and her cut tongue only released more of the metallic tasting substance. Red traveled down her left arm and made it slick. She wriggled her left arm free of the restraint, and her body wished to release a cry from the ruined bones there. Haley refused the request, and she didn't bite on her damaged lip either.

Bending over, she tumbled completely to the ground, but she steadied herself on her legs. The sudden pressure applied to them caused her left leg to pump out more blood onto the wooden floor. A pool of red was rapidly forming around her.

Her slippery fingers could barely loosen the ropes, and she had to grip at them with all of her remaining energy. Pain soared through her all the more as her beyond damaged wrist protested against every movement that it made in the process. Both of her shoulder wounds leaked out more liquid onto the ropes, and she cursed mentally. If she didn't hurry, she would die in the chair. Already, she was extremely dizzy. The world felt like it was one of those spinning globes.

Continuing her efforts, she managed to untie the ropes. Her feet were free, and her arms pressed down on the armrests of the chair to stand, but her left leg didn't support her. The teen toppled to the ground, and she would've groaned if she hadn't coughed up more blood and spat it out.

Lifting her head up, dark spots appeared across her vision. She cursed loudly, but she refused to die. Her body couldn't rest yet. The teen turned herself around on her elbows before she pushed herself towards the door. Red decorated her every movement, and her motion was dying.

"N-n-n-n-n ..." She couldn't even say the simple word, but she chanted it in her head like that would repair her blood loss. Soft footfalls hit her ears, and she pushed herself all the harder. A couple of giggles followed. Something pressed into her back and held her in place. It felt like a foot, but her mind couldn't really pinpoint the distinct features of the thing.

"Where do you think you're going?" he questioned in his sing-song voice. A cough of blood was her response. "You should be dead already." He giggled. "For scum like you, this is ... impressive, but I'm going to have to end your little show." His foot pressed down more, and she expelled more of the crimson.

Reaching out her left arm, her fingers stretched towards the door. "That's what you want? Well, I do suppose that Dean is out there." Her head dropped, and her eyes closed, but she wasn't dead yet. Instead, tears streamed down her face. "You're already meat anyway. I'll take you to him." A bitter chuckle would've left her, but she was too weakened. The world was growing even darker.

A door opened, and light flooded in. It barely penetrated her closed her eyes and vanishing self. The creature lifted her before wind rushed by her. Cold enveloped around her and invaded her parted lips. Her fingers clutched at the snow, but the rest of her didn't move. She didn't even hear the footsteps behind her, but she had made it outside; however, that had been thanks to the creature.