(BL) I teleported again and now all demons want me!

After a few seconds, the door opened. Eric and Tom decided to only have the rope with them to not arouse the female's suspicions. Eric gave the female a shy smile who looked not very welcoming.

"What do you want?"

Eric was actually a bit glad, this woman wasn't trying to act nice. He had enough of two-faced psychopaths.

"H-Have you heard the commotion outside?"

The woman narrowed her eyes looking between Eric and Tom for a while before deciding to answer, "Yeah, so? Must be that son of a crazy bastard upstairs, isn't it?"

So, she wanted to play it like this but Eric didn't mind, he continued his act.

"A-Are you sure? It sounded like right outside our door, but when we came out, no one was there. We knocked on the others' doors but no one answered," it was obvious Eric was pointing the blame on the woman, "You fucking try to hook me up as the murderer?"

"M-Murderer? We didn't say anything about it though."

"Ha," the woman spat, "Obvious isn't it? Only fucking thing you can do here is kill. It's everyone's speciality," at this, the woman's eyes flashed and Eric knew she bit the bait.

"We feel unsafe. C-Can we stay over at your place?" Eric saw the tiny smile the woman was trying to hide, "Gotta take care of a bunch of scrawny kids... Fine, come in-"

Well, the woman thought Eric and Tom were quite young. Tom pulled on Eric's clothes, shaking his head as the woman turned around and walked into her place.

"It's ok," Eric whispered. It would be ok. It might be a risky plan but Eric needed to be sure. For his future safety, he had to confirm that Tom was trustworthy.

"Sit fellows," the woman harshly said while rummaging in her kitchen. Eric felt a deja-vu. These murderers sure liked to have their victims off-guard.

Then it happened in a flash. From the kitchen rumbles appeared until they abruptly stopped. Then the next second-

"Timmy! Watch out!" Tom abruptly pushed Eric to the side as a loud BANG rang through the room. Just where Eric sat, a pot hit the table. The woman glared at Tom.

"Don't move," with the pot in her hands she trailed behind Tom who dragged Eric to the exit.

Eric was stunned. Instead of saving Eric, Tom could've easily made a run for it but he helped Eric. Eric was now to 90% sure Tom could be trusted, however, 90% wasn't 100.

"You run!" Eric pushed Tom towards the door as he charged at the woman and took her down. 

Now, what are you going to do Tom? Out of his eyes corners, he saw Tom rushing towards him. Ha, this kid was really a good find, and Eric's plan worked out, however they couldn't get out of here together.

While Eric held off the woman, his legs moved to kick Tom away, "I said run and barricade yourself!"

With a bam, Tom fell against the door. Eric felt a bit bad and was distracted for a second but it was fatal. A heavy force struck Eric's head and warmth ran down his face.

Eric had planned to die here anyway.

"Timmy, I-" Eric heard Tom's desperate cries but they slowly faded away as gradually everything became darker and Eric's ears rang.

His consciousness started to slip away. But instead of the hard ground, Eric's last sensation was falling onto something soft.

Eric's dead body trembled as Tom propped Eric up and with an adrenaline surge flipped the table to block the woman before he ripped the door open and ran away.

Then he barricaded himself in the room just as Eric told him to.

With Eric's corpse in his arms, tears streaming down his face, Tom nestled on his bed and cursed himself.

He lost a good and trustworthy friend. If only Tom was stronger, this wouldn't have happened. Tom was so weak and stupid. Eric trusted him yet Tom couldn't do anything but drag Eric's corpse back to his room and wail.

Bangs rained on the door but Tom just blocked them out. His eyes turned dark. If that woman made it in, Tom would kill her instantly.

***

Blackness wrapped around Eric like a blanket. Eric found himself in a space full of darkness and nothingness. Eric didn't wake up in a new body? Did his gamble fail? His consciousness was floating around this empty space before ZAP-

Eric was suddenly sucked towards one end and-

Blinked at the familiar ceiling again. He slowly sat up. He was in a body, so he didn't fail but this time, didn't it take longer?

Eric had a bad feeling. Something was wrong. Why didn't Eric immediately wake up? Could it be- suspicion rose in Eric- that Eric had to find a suitable body to possess?

Then did this mean there weren't any innocent people left any more? Eric had a strong feeling that he couldn't possess a murderer because after all, Timmy was the biggest victim in this story. If Timmy was a murderer, he would possess the murderer's skills and could defend himself easier. What fucking shit. This was why Eric had to have Timmy escape with what he had and could do.

But a worse possibility popped up. What if Eric died again and there was no body left? Will Eric really die? Fuck. Eric couldn't die again. This was too risky. So was this the 'rising stakes' of the plot?

For Eric and Timmy, this should be the last and only life left. No more advantage of dying over and over again. And continuing.

As an editor, this was the best move, exciting and keeping the readers at bay but fuck, it was horrible for the actual character!

No cheat anymore! Eric couldn't sacrifice himself to forward the plot and had to use his brain. This body would be his last. Dammit! And this body- 

No, something way more important was here...

Boom Boom Boom

The floor Eric was on. It was-