(This is just some random idea that came to me XD I was thinking about it, then I read someone else's 2P!AmericaXReader (link in description) and then I was like " Yep, now I'm really in the mood." THUS THIS WAS BORN. I hope you enjoy, I tend to come up with it on the spot.)
The sun was setting, streaks of pink, purple, orange, and red painting the sky. You were used to this, you always walked home from work at this time. It wasn't anything unusual, nothing special since you've seen it so often. It kinda lost its beauty as the weeks went by. Though you still admired it.
Nothing could be heard except a soft footfall and the occasional birdsong. People in the city knew you well, you were on good terms with nearly everyone there. But most people in the neighborhood were too scared to go walking out at this time in the evening ever since rumors started up about some punk going around with a nail bat, beating people with it and, of course, killing them. Whatever. You could take care of yourself.
You whistled "_[fave song]_" while walking along, distracting your mind from anything else besides getting home. Suddenly, you lost your footing temporarily, slipping slightly. "Whoa!" you gasped, stepping back in surprise. What the hell was that? You looked down to see what you stepped on. Your eyes went wide with shock, your breathing becoming erratic. Oh my God
Your eyes landed on something crimson, and it seemed quite thick. You tried to convince yourself that it was paint or something, but you couldn't fool yourself. Oh my God, oh my God
OK, small blood splatter, it's probably nothing
Someone probably just had a small accident. You took a deep breath and kept walking, not noticing your slight acceleration. Brushing a bit of your _[hair color]_ hair out of your face, you took another calming breath again. Sadly, that didn't help your fast beating heart.
Suddenly, you froze, blood turning to ice. OH MY GOD. There was more blood, but you could tell that this was more recently spilled. Not only that, but a dark chuckle came from your right. You instinctively looked, seeing nothing. But you could've sworn you just saw a flash of red
"Well, well, what've we got here? Sort of foolish to be wandering this late at night, huh, babe?" came a voice, followed by another laugh.
You stood in silence, paralyzed in fear. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" That's such an old phrase
"I think I've seen you around before
_[full name]_, right? Huh. I've even heard your name before," the voice said. "C'mon. Say something. It's no fun unless I hear your voice, doll." You finally choked back the lump that stuck in your throat, an edge of agitation coming into your voice. You didn't even know the guy and he was calling you pet names? What the hell, dude?!
"What's it matter to you? Not like you'll ever need to know my name," you hissed, still not seeing who the voice belonged to. "Huh. Feisty. I like that," he replied, bright red eyes shining out from above whatever what hiding them before. So I DID see his eyes before. He slightly stepped forward. Well now you could make out an outline. You could see the grin on his face just fine. Somehow, this only made you more agitated.
You narrowed your eyes a little, more clearly showing your frustration. "Yeah. Sure. Well, go find someone else, OK? I need to get home," you said, turning and resisting the urge to go up to him and punch him in the face. Suddenly, you felt a hand tightening around your wrist. You tried to slip out, but it turned out that he sorta had an iron grip. "I don't think so," he snarled, grin turning into frown. "Not so fast, __[nickname]__. I believe we have some unfinished business," he said, bringing his nail bat to his side, fresh blood dripping from the spikes. Well. This is how I die.