The clock ticked as more precious time was lost. Another tick, another step. I have to leave, I have to get out. Faster the clock ticks, slower my steps get. I'm running out of time, so close to the light, so close to my salvation. The clock ticks, I hear another set of footsteps besides my own. No, not Him, not yet! He can't have noticed! I covered my tracks! Covered the sound of my footsteps! The clock ticks again. Not much time left. I'm running now, faster, fatser. Faster than the ticking of the clock, though I can still hear the grating sound. It ticks again. Almost there. Almost to the light. The new footsteps fall in a rhythym with the clock. The clock ticks, the steps sound. There sounding louder now, closer. It can't be Him. He dosen't know. I can't go back. Never again. Never..I'm drawing closer to the light now. the clock ticks again. The other footsteps grow closer. Almost there. Closer. Closer. Running out of time. My precious time. Everythings getting blurry. The light is growing dim. I can feel, more than hear, Him getting closer now, for it seems I have gone deaf. The clock is still ticking away though, I am sure of that. The footsteps are getting closer. This can't be how it ends! Not here! Not now! Not like this! Not in the dreaded place! I can feel His hands on me now. Dragging me down. I start to feel claws digging into me flesh. Pulling me back. Their all over my body now. Scratching every bit of skin they can find. I can feel the blood draining from the wounds. I feel weaker now. I see a light again, bright and glowing. i reach twoards it and then...