2P!America X Reader- Urban Legend Ch.I

In your eyes he was just a story and nothing more, something that was in the past and will never be in present or future. The urban legends never stopped, even if they tried. The urban legend about a psycho killer with a baseball beat full of nails at the end who roamed the streets at night in hope to find new, fresh victims. This was just an urban legend in your eyes, but you were wrong, very VERY wrong. Every summer he come back in town for a killing spree. Typical horror story, nothing more. But that didn't explain how so many people, especially teenage girls died more than normal and it was always in the time of summer.

You were watching TV at night, some horror movie, all alone. Your parents were at your grandmother and you didn't wanted to go. You didn't hated your grandmother or anything, but you simply just didn't wanted to go. It was always boring and you liked to stay at home more. You were dressed in some shorts and a large sized T-shirt. It was almost midnight and you were at the point of falling asleep. That was until you heard a knock on your door.
Who could be at this hour at night? You went to the door and opened it, but none was there. But you saw a note on the door pinned with a big nail. You pulled on the note and read it. It was saying with big words in red WATCH YOUR BACK. You looked around and saw none. Maybe some stupid joke.

You closed the door and went back to the sofa. You sat on it with a thud, but you feel something sticky on it. You moved your hand to the light of the TC screen so you could saw better what it is. Your eyes wided at what you saw.

"B-blood?" you whispered to none. Okey, maybe this joke went to far away. Your mind wasn't playing tricks on you, it wasn't ketchup, paint or fake blood. In fact it smell like blood. Who in all of his or her mind would do something like this. Your friends were jokester, but they would never went this far to scare you or someone. You went to your phone, but it was gone, just perfect. So you picked up the phone with the cable. As you picked it up to deal the number of the police, someone was at the other end.

"Now, now...We don't want to get anyone else involved, do we? You better not or else Vivian is gonna make a trip to hell~" the voice said in a mocking manner. It gave you goosebumps all over your skin. You could tell it was a male, but that voice it send shivers of death on your back.

"W-Who are y-you?" you asked in a shaky whisper. The male just chuckled darkly and sighed.

"It doesn't matter who I am, but it does matter if you're gonna survive at the end of this game~" he said in a sadistic voice, you could read the amusment in his voice and it gave you tears in the corner of your eyes.

"W-What do you w-want?" you asked him, hoping not to get an answer that could end your life or Vivia'ns. Vivian was your best friend and you cared too much for her to let her die.

"I wanna play a game, [Name]. The question is, could you win it?" he said as he giggled in a dark manner. You would play his game, after all, if Vivian died it would be all your fault if she died.

"A-Alright, I'm gonna play y-your game." you said, trying to cover your fear. He chuckled in pleasure.

"Good girl. Now, lets start the game. You want to save Vivian, question is where she is? You need to get to the basement." he said. So the basement, that's where you went. You entered the basement to see the three usual closets, but on each of them was painted a number, 1, 2 and 3.

"A-Alright, I'm in the basement, n-now what?" you asked on the phone.

"Good. Now, as you can see, there are 3 numbers on each closet. The question is in which closet is Vivian? If you choose the right one, she's safe, but...If you choose the wrong one Vivian is gonna die. The doors are all held by a cable, if you choose one of them in the other two ones will fall acid, so strong that is gonna burn everything that is in it. Also the other two doors will be locked when you open one of them , so escape is useless. You also have just 60 seconds to choose. Lets see, [Name], are you smart enough to save your dear friend? Let the game begin." he said as he hung up.

You sighed and tried to choose one of them, but each time you choose one of them you stopped, wanting to choose another one. You had just 30 seconds to choose now. You held your breath, sweat dropped down your forehead. What if you choose wrong? You had just 10 seconds now.

Your hands trembled, trying to choose one. 5 seconds.....4....3.....2....You trembled and in the last second you choose number 3. When you opened the door, nothing was in there. You fall to your knees. Then you heard a scream.

"VIVIAN!" you screamed her name. Another scream followed, she was in closet number 1. Screams after screams followed and you wanted just to die here and there. You tried to find something to break the door, but anything that would be for a little help was gone. Then all of the door opened. There was Vivian all burnt. You could not even recognize her.

"[Name]....h-him.....baseball beat..." she whispered as she fell down, death. Tears run down your cheeks. Your best friend was now death and all is your fault, that's what you said.

"W-Who?" you whispered to none. then the phone in your hand rang. You answered, shaking in fear.

"Looks like you didn't saved Vivian....Aw, poor little bitch~....She sure deserved it, don't you think? After all she stole your ex boyfriend...heh..I bet you wanted her to die~" he said in an amused voice.

"Do you think is funny!? You fuckin' bastard I'm gonna kill you!" you screamed into the phone in rage, the fear vanished.

"Tsk tsk [Name]....What a dirty mouth ya got, doll~" he said mocking you. You wanted just to break his skull.

"I need to hang up, [Name]....But prepare yourself, because the game doesn't end this night....Just some advice....WATCH YOUR BACK." and with that said he hung up. You dropped the phone and sighed. You called the police and they questioned you a lot. As your parents come back, they were shocked, as well as Vivian's parents. You sat in the car of the police. They picked you up so they could put you more question about what happened.

Someone was sure watching you and you needed to know who.

Something got on your mind....Him...Baseball beat.

TO BE CONTINUE......