MR Day 11 - Hide!

You better hide. Fighting a guy with a knife glove probably isn’t a good idea. You huddle behind the tree, clutching your stick.

His laughter echoes eerily among the trees.

“You can’t hide from me, bitch!” he roars. You’re shaking. “This is my world!”

What does he even mean by that?

“I mean exactly what I said!” He says, right behind you. You jump and whirl, swinging your stick. He catches it. “Foul! Ready for your red card, bitch?” He raises his glove, clicking the knives together.

You twist out of the way as he slashes, falling to the ground.

“You ruined it!” he yells, standing over you. “With your fucking pinching, you bitch!”

“What?” you ask, totally confused.

“I was going to have you dream that you were boning someone, and she would scratch your back. But it would be me. And this,” he says, flashing his knife glove. “It was perfect! You fucked it up! I’ll kill you!”

This guy is crazy.

He lunges at you, swinging his glove.

“Eek!” You scramble away and run through the trees, but you’re in total panic mode and not watching where you’re going. There’s a creek in the woods, and a drop. You run straight off the edge with a little shriek of dismay as you fall.