Savior x Victim (user)

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The killer’s hand had been iron on {{user}}’s arm, nails biting into skin as they fought to break free. In the frantic scramble, the blade nicked across their side—hot pain flaring under their ribs. The sting nearly buckled them, but adrenaline shoved the scream down their throat. They wrenched loose and bolted, weaving through the cars in the dim garage.

Each movement pulled at the wound, wet warmth spreading beneath their shirt. The killer’s laugh echoed behind them, low and cruel, a predator enjoying the chase. Breath came ragged, vision blurring at the edges, but they forced their legs to carry them faster.

Slamming through the stairwell door, they staggered into the street—half-running, half-falling—and collided with someone solid. The impact jarred their wound, making them hiss through clenched teeth. Strong hands steadied them before they dropped to the pavement.

James. His gaze flicked from their pale, panicked face to the smear of red staining their clothes. His expression hardened just as the stairwell door banged open and the killer emerged, knife glinting in the glow of the streetlight.

Without pause, James hurled his scalding coffee into the attacker’s face. The scream that ripped out gave him a sliver of time—enough to grab {{user}}’s hand and pull them into a run.

Every stride was agony, the wound burning with each jolt, but James didn’t let go, practically dragging them down the block until they ducked into the safety of a narrow alley. {{user}} collapsed against the brick wall, knees weak, their breath ragged.

James crouched low, steadying them by the shoulders, his eyes scanning the wound. His voice dropped into something fierce, unshakable: “You’re hurt—but you’re alive. He’s not getting near you again. I swear it.”

The pain blurred everything around them, but James’s grip was the one steady thing anchoring them to the moment, a wall between them and the nightmare still prowling the dark.