“Urghh, my head…” the floor seemed to sway under me as I try to sit myself up straight. All I remember was someone throwing me in here, and now I’m alone in this drafty and messy room. Or so I thought. ‘Shing’ the sound of a weapon being unsheathed.

I look up and see a man in the corner of the room. “Well hello there, little one.” He says, slowly approaching me. Crap! I look around to see if there is anything I can use in my defense, and he seems to notice. “There’s only one weapon, and unfortunately for you, it’s in my hands.”

He twirls the knife in his hand and smirks. I look away and beg “P-please spare me!” He scoffs, “and why should I?” Curled against a wall I sit, my body shaking like a leaf, “I-I have a lot of reasons to live…I-.” My head throbs as he stops in front of me, lifting my chin to meet his cold eyes, “Like what kiddo? We all die eventually, so why not just accept it now?”

His eyes, piercing mine as if he could see right into my soul. My mind searching for answers but it’s all empty, like a blank canvas. “You’re right.” His brows furrow, and I continue, “…I don’t have anything to lose anyway, my family and friends, they’ve all abandoned me.” I look down to the floor. Was I really just going to accept the fact my life was going to end? Of course I’ve thought of death before, but never this way. Wait what if-

He dropped my chin and stood up, “giving up that fast? Ha, That’s no fun!” He raised his arm and all I saw was a blur of silver fly straight past me. ‘Twang’ I flinched, then looked over next to me. The knife dug into the wall, slightly above my shoulder. Did he just miss?

“Y’know,” he says looking down at me, “what a pity.” “I’ll make you a deal kid. It sounds like the start of a perfect villain backstory.” His eerie laughter made my skin crawl. “What if I can bring out the phsyco in you? I could use a helper…and you can, stay alive I guess.” Huh?

Did this dude just offer me another chance at life by being his ‘crazy helper’? You know what, screw it! Whatever keeps me alive. I decide to play along.

“I-Is this like those cliches to help me get my revenge?” I ask, saying whatever comes to mind first. He frowned, “Do you wanna live or not? Cause your pressing my buttons and I’m about to take back my offer.” “No! N-no, wait! I’ll do it! I’ll become your phsyco subordinate or whatever but please keep your word!” Gosh, what am I doing yelling at a physco? Am I crazy or what, mouth please shut up for my life is LITERALLY at stake!

“Pffft,” I shut my eyes. Is that a good laugh or…? “You need a lot to learn kid.” I open one eye, “Now get up” he motions his head to the door. I slowly get up still processing the situation. He reaches into a big pocket of his long leather trench coat.

“Here” I catch something he throws my way. A k-knife? Is it gonna be a one on one fight to prove my worth or something? I look up to him, confusion written all over my face. He smiles, and reaches for the doorknob.

“Ready for a killing spree?” My adrenaline skyrockets, my hearts pounding and head pulsing. Why am I suddenly so…excited?

Beyond the door was the person who locked me in here with him, and I was planning on turning the tables…