Demyan
My blood turned to pure ice as I stared into the man's almost pure black eyes, his skin an unnatural grey, his black long hair greasy and stuck to his forehead. He was dressed in my clothes, it was obvious to see since Malia had brought me the unicorn hoodie and those wore my favourite sweatpants, his feet covered by dirty running shoes.
He was not too big but compared to Malia he was a giant.
Malia's skin was pale, blood soaking through her shirt as she desperately cried, her eyes searching mine pleading for me to help her.
"The baby isn't ready," I thought quickly, "We need to wait for a while." I held out my hands hoping I could distract him long enough for Malia to slip free.
"It's ours," the man screamed as held Malia tighter. His arm wrapped her around her throat and began to choke her. If she removed her hands to prevent him from choking her she would be giving the blade free access to stab into her stomach and possibly our baby. "You promised me a baby."
