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

Brown optics gazed up to very pale blue ones. Fright filled them completely and even managed to cloak the bubbling and powerful hate within them. Greta held her wounded left arm to her chest and shook her head in a last effort to dissuade the creature from killing her. She had seen Rick and Enid in there. Enid was in a better state than her boyfriend, but their corpses still plagued her mind terribly. The once calm, relaxing diner morphed into a bloodbath of death and limbs. Even some of the food in the kitchen had been stained by the crimson rain.

Tears streamed down her cheeks while her hair, which had fallen out of her ponytail, framed her bloodied face. "Pl-pl-pl-please," she croaked out, a sob breaking up the single word. The creature giggled a little and crossed his arms before his satisfied smirk fell into a severe scowl.

"Begging won't win you your life, human." The creature crouched some and rested his chin on his knuckles. "You harmed my pink flower." His head tilted a bit. "You deserve everything that I've done to you." She hiccuped back a sob and shook her head again. Her lips parted to speak, but his left index nail pressed against them, which effectively silenced her. "Shh," he released a low-pitched giggle, "I'll make sure that you don't even hear your own screams."

Optics widening, she fell back on her bottom and tried to get away by performing a one-hand crab walk, which failed miserably due to her broken right arm. The creature quirked a brow before he stood up fully. As he walked by the car windows, (f/n) wondered if he somehow had gotten taller. He looked purely menacing, and her heart hammered in her chest. His bloodlust practically was radiating off of him, and his lower tone only aided that. She didn't want to see anymore; she couldn't bear it.

The younger woman covered her eyes and curled back up on the backseat. She wanted the night to be over; she wished to see the sun. Even if he was used to its rays of light, it still seemed like a sign of hope, something to get her through this absolute h*ll. A loud thud hit the side of the car to her left, and she shook with fear. At least, she had some form of weak protection at the moment, but she knew that the creature could tear apart the car at any time he wished. It was all part of his sick twisted game. He was in control of the situation, and he knew it too well.

Another thud caused a squeak to part from her lips, and she fell onto the seat. Her knees were up to her chest, and her hands were now over her ears while her eyes were shut tight. Hopefully, the voices wouldn't come back, but she couldn't stand to peer out into the night surrounding the car. "Help," she muttered weakly as her own tears started to pool at the corners of her eyes. No one replied.

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Squeaks were heard outside of the windows ... no against the windows. She moaned in her sleep some, the sound bothering her resting ears. It continued much to her displeasure, and her brows furrowed to demonstrate that. "Wh-what i-is ... th-that?" she groaned out as sleep still controlled her vocals to a degree. Her body uncurled itself as she pushed herself up into a hesitant sitting position. (F/n) diverted her attention to her left, and her (e/c) eyes snapped completely open.

A rag was cleaning the window ... Right next to it was the creature's now grinning face. Instantly, she backed up against the other door. He waved to her playfully while she couldn't help but notice the blood and bits of flesh on and between his teeth. The creature seemed to notice what she was staring at, and he giggled some. "Sorry," he replied loudly enough for her to hear before he closed his mouth and wiped his tongue over his teeth. She had the urge to open a window and vomit, though; that would mean the end of the game for her.

Realization, though, made her stomach perform dreadful flips all the more. At any point while she had been asleep, he could've broken the window or unlocked one of the doors and won, yet he hadn't. Instead, he was cleaning up his mess. Briefly, her eyes peered around the passenger seat and out the front. Three large black garbage bags were situated close to the woods. No blood surrounded them, but she knew what, or rather who, was in them. All of them had been murdered ... Not a single one had lived. It was you.

Freezing, she listened for the voice again, but nothing answered her ears. Her mind was playing tricks on her again. The squeaking stopped, however. She jumped at that and darted her eyes back to the previous window. He was moving away from it, rag over his left shoulder, while he swung a bucket somewhat in his right hand.

Eyes trailing him, she noticed that there was no blood around the diner. He even had gloves on both hands. His nails broke through the left one but not his fingertips. Just how long had she been asleep? It remained dark out. (F/n) rubbed her temples. Whatever the case, he possibly was done with cleaning. The creature's attention would be turned on her completely. Then, she'd have an even harder time working her way out of the predicament that she was in.

Should she try and bolt now? She watched him open the back door of the diner. It closed behind him. Now could be her shot, but he probably could hear her movement from even in there. He'd rush out, and she'd be finished. The truck wasn't an option either since the keys were either with the creature or in one of the garbage bags. Time to search through those nightmares wasn't an option. (F/n) doubted that he simply would watch her empty the contents of the gruesome carriers. Well, he might if he was feeling particularly cruel at the time; she bet that he'd love to observe her facial expressions.

As the backdoor opened and her time to escape diminished, another sound hit her ears. A car was coming. She sat upright. If it didn't drive past the diner but stopped, she'd have another opportunity. Those inside, though ... Almost, she emptied her stomach contents. That car could become coated in viscera in no time. About to release that idea of escape, she paused. The car came into her field of vision. It pulled into the parking lot, but the creature and the bags were gone by that point. Most likely, he was hiding among the trees. To her surprise, though, it was a police van. They couldn't have been alerted by what had happened at the diner. No other cars presumably had passed, and the creature would've been quicker probably if he had seen any while she had been asleep. Maybe, they were just getting a bite to eat.

Regardless, they were her ticket out of there. Unlike those in the diner, the creature couldn't just kill them. If they went missing, it'd be reported and investigated faster. The creature nor she wanted that. Unless she managed to kill the creature during the game, she couldn't be discovered. He couldn't either. Otherwise, going back home most likely wouldn't be an option at least for a long while, especially with that kid that had trespassed having seen the creature. Those facts, however, would make her next action tricky. Somehow, she'd have to sneak into the back and hide out there before the creature tagged her from wherever he was at.

Both car doors opened. "Why do you always get the grilled cheese here?" a man asked as he closed the driver's door. "They make actually good food here." He looked to be in his forties. His black hair was pushed back, and no flecks of grey had entered it. The man had a clean-shaven face and tired, but sharp brown eyes.

Wrinkling his slanted-down nose, he remarked, "It smells like cleaner around here." (F/n) carefully moved behind the driver's seat and peeked around it. She noticed that his navy blue jacket had a Crime Scene Unit patch ironed on the upper right arm.

Closing the passenger door, the younger of the two, a male in his early twenties, commented, "Maybe, Rick and Greta cleaned the place. They're usually good about that." He hugged his jacket closer around his form. "Should we head in?" His light green orbs looked hopeful. Clearly, he wanted out of the cold.

"Yeah, let's head in, Thomas. I need some coffee and an actual sandwich," he answered back, stressing "actual" quite a bit. His black boots hit the asphalt hard, and the younger, who she presumed to be Thomas, was about to follow him, but he stopped.

Patting down his jacket and pants, Thomas called out, "Wait, Dan, I think that I left my wallet in the back with our gear accidentally!" Dan halted his steps and peered back to his colleague with a face that read, 'Again?' Thomas gave a sheepish laugh and rubbed the back of his head, which messed up his combed back dark curly brown locks. Instantly, his hands flew to the front of him as he caught a pair of keys.

"Meet me inside. I'll order us both some coffee." Dan turned around and tucked his hands in his jacket pockets. "Don't take too long!" he ordered back, voice gruff but not rude. A chuckle left Thomas as though such an exchange had happened countless times in the past.

Going around to the back of the van, Thomas unlocked one of the doors. Now was her chance. Quietly, she unlocked the left back passenger door after she made sure that she had Greta's car keys. "Where did I put it?" he mumbled to himself as he opened the second door now. Carefully, she opened the backdoor and slipped out before she softly locked and closed it.

"Hey, Thomas!" The younger male looked around the back and walked away from it some until he was on the left side of the vehicle. Hurriedly, she raced quietly towards the back. Reaching it, she crawled inside gently and over to some cabinets, which mostly likely held gear in them. She hid behind them and breathed a sigh of relief. "The place looks closed!"