Closet Fear
Posted by Yaoi_FanG
Date Posted: 06/27/2006

Okay...you all know I have the Axman Prologue Anyway, this is a part in my Axman story, hope you like it!

With my heart pounding, I ran into my room and headed straight for the closet. I didn’t even give a second thought about Jeph’s sister dying in there. All I knew was I needed a place to hide.
My back pressed up against the wall of the closet, I put my knees up to my chin. I could feel myself trembling with fear as I sat in the dark closet.
Why didn’t I go with Ryo and Kerry? I thought. Why did I choose to sit in a closet by myself?
But I knew the answer. If I was in danger, I didn’t want Ryo and Kerry to get hurt or killed because of me. I mean, I had seen enough horror movies to know you don’t go with your friends in a situation like this. It’s pretty much suicide for them. And the last thing I wanted was for Kerry or Ryo to get hurt.
I gasped softly to myself as I felt my hand touch a soft fabric of a tee…in the same spot I saw Jeph’s dead sister.
I moved my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw it wasn’t his dead sister, but one of my old tees.
I have to stop being so scared of things, I thought. After all, I did tell Kerr and Ryo I could take care of myself, and I can. But maybe sometimes I could be too independent.
I wondered if Jeph was okay. If he died, would it be my fault? After all, he did say I was in the most danger. But why did his dad want to kill me? Would I ever find out if any of us live through tonight?
What was that noise I just heard? Did I even hear anything?
I sat still and quiet, listening closely. Yes, I did hear something. Footsteps right out my door. I heard the creaking sound of my door open and heavy footsteps walking slowly, creepily into my room.
Instantly I thought it was Jeph, Ryo, or Kerry, and I almost yelled for them, but there was something about the footsteps that made me stop. They didn’t sound right. It couldn’t have been any of them. Jeph was wearing boots, but he could never make such heavy footsteps like these, and besides, he would have called out to me to let me know it was him and he was okay and everything was fine. And it wasn’t Ryo or Kerry. They would have called out too, but they would be together, so I would hear two pairs of feet instead of one. And right now, I only hear one.
I gulped and could hear my heart pound in my ears. It’s not my friends. Does that mean it’s…the Axman?
A tiny squeak of fear escaped my lips and I covered my mouth.
Please don’t let it be him, I thought. Please!
I realized the footsteps had stopped after I had squeaked. But then they moved again, the heavy boots scraping across my wooden floor.
All I could do was stare at the door, expecting it to open any minute and reveal the Axman.
He killed Jeph, I thought, feeling tears come to my eyes. He killed Jeph. But did he get to Ryo and Kerry? Or are they okay?
But he didn’t want Ryo and Kerry. He wanted me and Jeph. Jeph was his son; he had survived when he attacked him. I didn’t know what the Axman wanted from me, but he had something against me. Ryo and Kerry probably didn’t matter to him at all, so he wouldn’t bother killing them.
I realized the boots stopped…right outside the closet door.
I wanted to scream for Ryo and Kerry, but I didn’t want the Axman to hear me. What can I do? What should I do? Risk yelling for my friends only to be killed and then they might be killed? No.
I stared in horror as I saw the doorknob slowly turn. I should grab it, try and keep him from opening it. But I couldn’t move, I was too frozen from fear.
He’s coming, I screamed in my head. He’s coming!
The door creaked open slowly a crack.
My heart pounded so fast I thought I might die. My head spun with millions of thoughts.
I sat as still as possible, waiting for the Axman to come.
The door stayed opened a crack, revealing darkness, only darkness.
Just as I was about to relax, the door flew all the way open and a tall dark figure in a dark jumpsuit stood there holding an ax.
I could only stare in fear and shock at him. Jeph’s father-the Axman. I stared at him, frozen. His face…I would never forget it in my entire life. His face was burnt looking with scars and bruises everywhere. His chin was disfigured, sticking out to the side, showing crooked yellowish teeth.
“Oh my…” my voice came out in a whisper. My eyes slowly moved down to the ax he was holding. I stared at the sharpness of it. I may like sharp things, but I didn’t like having them in front of me by some psycho.
“Ryo…Kerry…Jeph…” I could only whimper their names, feeling tears begin to come to the back of my eyes, my heart pounding so fast I thought I might pass out or something.
The Axman raised the ax high above his head, ready to strike me.
“Please,” I begged, feeling like I had lied to Ryo and Kerry when I said I could protect myself. What made me think I could ever be calm around someone who was going to kill me?
“Jeph is dead,” his voice rasped in a deep “creepy” sort of way.
It wasn’t the way his voice sounded that made me want to cry, but what he said.
No, Jeph couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t. He isn’t! If Jeph killed his father once, he could do it again.
That’s what I thought anyway, before the ax swung down at me and everything turned black.

>>>>>To Be continued.....

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