𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 ;
彼は欺瞞的だ
➤【 yandere reverse harem x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, fou ̶f̶̶i̶̶v̶̶e̶ boys who seem to be entirely too perfect start to gain an unhealthy interest in a girl to the point it consumes them completely...
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"You let her get away..." Silvius muttered as he drew his fists away from the door that he had just punched, originally aiming for Amar's face before he dodged. "You let (Y/N)... run away from me. I will never forgive you... fucking die, already!"
Lunging toward Amar, Silvius showcased the knife that he had pulled from his calf and tried to slice Amar's throat. Unfortunately, even when Silvius exerted all of his strength to the point that his arm was trembling, Amar would not let the knife be lowered another millimeter, his dark eyes clashing with Silvius's golden ones that held nothing but hostility.
"She will be mine..." Silvius grunted, sweat dripping down his temple. "You cannot have her..."
"She is not mine to give!" Amar yelled as he kneed Silvius in the stomach and clambered to his feet, glancing toward Nicolai, Jian, and Valen who had faltered before turning on one another again.
"Don't make me laugh," he coughed as he held a hand to his chest. "We all see it..."
"See what?" Amar's eyes narrowed.
"You know what," he hissed before brandishing the knife again and running forward.
As metal struck against metal and flesh started to bleed, (Y/N) ran as far as her legs could carry her, gasping for breath and feeling sharp pains shoot through her side. But everything seemed numb when she replayed over and over again in her mind the way Amar had closed the door on her while looking quite desperate, his only words to her being to run. She had listened to them, but nothing but guilt tore through when she did. Stopping only momentarily to catch her breath, resting her hand against the wall and bending over while taking in her surroundings, she froze when she heard hurried footsteps running toward her. Thinking it to be one of the boys, she hid in a nearby classroom and waited with bated breath.
"(Y/N)?" Someone whispered. "Is that you?"
Reassurance rushed through her.
Creeping out from the classroom, she rushed forward and embraced Mr. Möller in a tight hug, burying her face into his shirt and sobbing quietly. Never in her life had she been so thankful as she was in that moment, knowing that the teacher was a calm individual that could help lead her through this sudden and almost unexplainable crisis.
"(Y/N), I'm so glad you're alright!" Mr. Möller pulled away with a worried grin that lay crooked on his lips. "But where's Amar? Wasn't he with you?"
"He was, but..." she shook her head, trembling as she held onto Mr. Möller. "But... But..."
"Shh... it's okay, it's okay," he tried to calm her down when she started to gasp almost uncontrollably, fear coursing through her veins that when she had seen Amar would be the very last time. "Do you know where he is, then? Can you tell me?"
"He's in the Art room," she answered, immediately grabbing onto Mr. Möller again when he started to move in that direction. "But, wait! You can't go!"
"Why not?" He seemed even more concerned.
"They are there."
LWhat? Who?"
Before she could finish her sentence, she screamed when another gunshot sounded, blood splattering all over her while Mr. Möller's eyes twitched in pain. He fell to the ground with a heavy thump, laying there like a mangled doll with blood pooling beneath him as (Y/N) slowly looked up until she saw Nicolai standing there with the gun that Silvius had originally brought, the barrel still smoking.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" She screamed, dropping to her knees whilst trying in a vain attempt to get Mr. Möller to awaken, nothing working since the bullet had pierced right through several of his neck's arteries.
"He would have taken you away from me..." Nicolai mumbled as his hand dropped to his sides, the gun hanging limply from his fingers.
"YOU FUCKER!" (Y/N) continued to scream.
Her mind flashes with images of Mr. Möller and Shreya. They had been so happy together. They had even planned to get married in the future. She even considered Mr. Möller to be the father that she never had since he acted so much like one after he started dating Shreya, and she loved that about him.
But now he was gone.
Glaring hatefully at Nicolai, inhaling sharply when seeing Valen and Jian shouting and running toward her just behind him, she quickly stood to her foot and began running again. It didn't matter how long she'd have to keep moving since with adrenaline and fear pumping through her veins, she had all the strength that she needed. Her anger and sadness only helped, as well. She wouldn't let herself suffer the same fates as Mr. Möller, as Mr. Orval, or anyone else that fell to Nicolai's blade or Silvius' gun.
She couldn't.
"(Y/N)!" Valen boomed from somewhere within the school. "STOP RUNNING FROM ME!"
"DON'T LISTEN TO THAT FUCKER!" Jian screamed as well, his voice bouncing along the halls that made it almost deafening to (Y/N). "YOU INVITED ME HERE, REMEMBER? YOU ONLY WANT ME, REMEMBER? DON'T EVEN THINK THAT YOU DON'T NEED MY PROTECTION!"
Shit! Shit!
Shit!
Letting her legs practically take her flying through the school, (Y/N) faltered when she came to a part of Florens Institution that she didn't recognize. Coming to a complete and rather dizzying stop, she turned in circles in hopes of finding something—anything—that could help identity where she was.
But she couldn't.
Florens was a huge, sprawling institute.
There were many parts that she hadn't explored yet in her time there since she was pretty much restricted to one building, so with every path that she saw—one leading to the left, one leading straight, one leading right, escaping through the ceiling via a ladder, or just going back the way she came for a more familiar route—she only seemed more lost. With the voices and footsteps drawing ever near, panic started to creep in and infest her very being like a virus that wouldn't quit.
