Bloody Mess

                                    

                                          
She had pushed him over and hastily gotten up, heading for the front door.
                          
I felt my limbs lighten up, I clenched my hand, confirming the release, soon balling them into fists.
                          
I could see nothing but fear in her eyes, and an extreme anger in his as he reached out and sliced the back of her leg. She cried out and fell, gripping her leg which was already soaking in blood. He got up and stood over her, the knife dripping blood down on her.
                          
I stood up, which he didn’t seem to notice, and rushed towards him, knocking him back onto the couch.
                          
Your POV
                          
“Ah!” You cried as you felt the knife catch the back of your leg, slicing it open.
                          
You grabbed the wound as you landed, already feeling your hand soaked. Tears welled up at the pain, a deep sting resonating from the cut.  He stands up, towering over you, blade red and ready to cut again.
                          
You jump as you see him thrown onto the couch, sitting there in a slight state of shock. You could feel something lightly grab under your arm, a feeling of urgency. You quickly get up and limp towards the door.
                          
“Don’t you dare run from me!” You hear a low guttural growl emit from the couch. You fall to your knees and cover your ears. You being hyperventilating, the sound causing a deep fear in you.
                          
‘No… make it go away.’
                          
“Don’t you dare, you little bitch!” Its voice resonated within you, shaking you to the core. You could do nothing but sit there and shake.
                          
 “And now, you!” it boomed louder.
                          
Marks POV
                          
She fell to the ground as his voice boomed throughout the darkness. I placed my hand over my ears, trying to block out the deafening sound.
                          
He turned his attention to me, his eyes completely blacked out, his voice making me queasy.
                          
“And now, you!” He gets up, brandishing the knife once more.