People said that you never know what you are truly capable of until your life is put in danger and all you can do is try to survive. You never really believed you could do anything to hurt anyone, you assumed that if someone were to attack you, you would just end up being a victim, another statistic. Even with a crazy killer chasing after you and your friends, you didn't think you would be able to do anything to save yourself if you were to face them. You had been lucky up to this point to not have to face the killer, only having distant taunts, that was until you were with Noah in a dark hallway, a masked person ahead of you, a knife in hand.

As soon as you felt the adrenaline run through, the need to survive take over you, you knew you had to protect yourself and your best friend. You followed Noah's lead to run, slamming doors in the face of the masked person or throwing objects out into his path to try and gain valuable seconds to escape. Another door was slammed, and you couldn't hear the pounding footsteps behind you anymore. Sadly, you didn't know the layout of the building and the killer had taken another route, ending up stood in front of you again.

With great panic, you pushed Noah away from you, giving a bigger distance between him and the masked person. You used your torch to hit the person, knowing it wouldn't do much, but it kept him off guard long enough for you to take control of their knife, pushing it through their black cloak. As you pulled it back the blade was covered in blood. You thrusted it into the assailant again, before shouting for Noah to run and following after him.

It didn't take the two of you long before you ended up in the car, Noah driving away from the building as quick as he could whilst you sat in the passenger seat, your hands shaking, still holding the bloodied knife.

"How did you manage to do that?" He asked. "That was so cool."

"I... I don't know," you croaked. "You've met my older three brothers. Someone had to stand up for those dorks. I never thought that I could do something like that though."

"I'm glad that you did. You saved my life."

You offered him a weak smile, still trying to come to terms with everything that you had just done. You hoped desperately that that would be the end of the torture you all had to endure.

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Written by Charlotte.

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