Self indulgent story because i just love the stronk murder lady

You don't watch horror movies. You don't like blood and gore, and you really can't take jump scares and suspense.

But you do know the classic trope of 'girl running trips and falls' and you're praying that that doesn't happen to you. Or perhaps Cross will trip instead, but since she's the one chasing you, you really doubt it.

As you swerve around a corner, you briefly contemplate the series of events that brought you to this moment.

Typical horror movie stuff. Your car broke down while you were driving in the middle of nowhere at night and you needed to be towed, you got to an old gas station and have to wait for a tow, you decide to stay at a nearby creepy motel for the night.

If you hadn't been so tired, you probably would've recognized the guy at the front desk. You never met the man personally, of course, but his picture was on the news constantly, ever since he and his friends had killed that politician for saying he was dead his friends were nothing more than 'fanatics' of his.

You did get the feeling that he was watching you a little too closely as you got a key and went to find your room, but you'd figured you'd just have to make sure the door was locked. Maybe put your suitcase or something heavy in front of the door just in case. He definitely gave off bad vibes, but you couldn't differentiate them from 'murderer' or 'creep' at the time.

If you had, you probably would've just kept driving for a while and slept in your car somewhere far down the road, far enough that they wouldn't have bothered trying to go after you. Although, assuming you survived this encounter, it was probably better than the other kind of people you might find at weird motels in the middle of nowhere.

You still weren't sure how Cross even got into your room. Maybe she'd been there the whole time? You weren't super thorough when you checked to see if anyone was already in the room.

Once your brain realized that the pale lady holding a large knife-sword was in fact not offering you the giant knife-sword, and was instead threatening you with it, you decided you didn't want to stay the night and booked it for the door.

You threw the stuff you used to barricade the door at Cross to try and keep her from murdering you, and it worked well enough that you managed to get out the door. Unfortunately it also pissed her off and now she was very determined to chase you down and pulling out your guts.

You were now in an old abandoned house that had been nearby. It was the best hiding place you could find, and it was huge. It must've been a fricken mansion.

You glance behind you. Which was a mistake; Cross is right on your ass. You're only barely out of her reach.

"You're fast, I'll give you that," she says, not nearly as out of breath as you. "Too bad it's not fast enough!"

She lunges forwards, and swings. You yelp and jump to the other wall to try to avoid being cut in half.

The house was dark. It had lots of floors. It had many stairs. You didn't see that you'd jumped into the stairwell.

You find yourself lying on your side, staring up at the dark stairs, disoriented. Your head hurts. You arm hurts. There's a dark spot under your head, slowly growing. It feels warm.

You hear the stairs creaking, and try to move. You're still disoriented. You're not sure which direction is away.

"Yeesh. That sounded like an awful fall." Cross sounds almost concerned. Is that...light? Does she have a flashlight?

Cross stops on the lowest landing and shines the light down on you. Yep, that's a flashlight. It's bright. It hurts your eyes. You squint. You notice that the dark puddle is red. Your arm doesn't look right.

Cross sucked in a breath. "Ohh boy. This is why we don't run into random houses in the middle of nowhere, dude."

You try to speak as she slowly descends. You can barely hear yourself.

"Man...it's not fun when you kill yourself from stupidity." She crouches by you and examines you, judging your injuries. "Maybe we can fix you up." You can see her face now. She looks thoughtful. "...Actually." She pulls a phone out of her pocket and calls someone.

"Hey. I got them, sort of. They fell down some stairs." She pauses to listen to whoever's on the other end. "Yeah, we found a big manor thing nearby. There's no one in here besides us. Listen, they're still alive, just really injured."

You weakly try to push yourself away. She grabs your good arm. "Hold on there, buddy. Don't make your injuries worse." She addresses the person on the phone again. "Night, what if we brought them to the warehouse and fixed them up a bit?"

Your vision was starting to go dark. The last thing you see is Cross grinning down at you. "Epic. Call Error, would ya? I gotta make sure this dumbass doesn't die on us too soon."

You pass out.