His eyes were black. No iris and nothing to distinguish between the dark sclera and pupil. They bore into me, investigating and making me freeze still. His emerald hair was thick and contrasted from his sickly pale skin. His hands were scarred and clenched and I was trying not to imagine them around my throat and the strength that they held. The sight of him installed fear into me so easily and I could feel the adrenaline running through my veins at the sound of his smooth voice.
"Shaking are we? I'd of thought you would be looking forward to seeing me again, Y/N. How disappointing..."
His mocking only wanted me to snap at him, but knowing
Among Us: Overrun chapter 4 by animatedrose, literature
Literature
Among Us: Overrun chapter 4
Catnip jolted as the footsteps drew nearer. She looked toward the Shields, waiting. Tensed to run if she had to. The minis hissed softly, scared. It was Captain Mint. The imposter stumbled from the hall to Storage. He was covered in blood, helmet cracked. His captain’s hat had a chunk torn out of it, exposing it as flesh rather than cloth. A large mouth gasped across his chest, sharp teeth red from the fight. He didn’t seem to see her. He grasped the handrail, legs barely supporting him. That was when Catnip realized that his left arm was gone. She didn’t know if imposters could regenerate lost parts. Captain Mint snarled, the mouth on his chest oozing. “How dare they? I am the captain! They must obey me! How dare they attack me?” Catnip stayed still in her corner. Maybe he wouldn’t see her. “How dare they?” he growled, foam and spittle bubbling from between the teeth. “I’m doing all I can! They are doing nothing! The humans were easier to control! Should’ve kept them rather
From the penthouse of the skyscraper, Hale looked out over the city that he controlled - a station which gave him no pleasure. All he wanted was to control the half-naked woman behind him on the king-sized bed. Yet, days had passed since they’d began and she still would not yield to his will.
Hale glanced over his shoulder, then turned around and walked up to the bed. “Why do you keep resisting?” he asked softly, reaching down to brush his fingers over the woman’s arm. Hale shook his head. “How do you do it?”
The woman produced no reply at first. Her eyes were closed, the lids fluttering. Then, her full,