The Dream
Quicker, faster, harder. Run. I couldn't see behind me, couldn't stop running. Some weirdly bizarre instinct told me that I couldn't stop running, no matter what. If I did, something horrible would happen. All I could see behind me was... blindness. If I turned around, it was almost as if I was blind, you could see so little.
I concentrated on where I was going. The area in which I seemed to be trapped was very flat, barren desert land, with a couple rocks around the outer edge. I couldn't veer off the dusty, broken path that I was frantically traveling. Suddenly, an amazing amount of pain split through my side, my feverish running faltering. I skid a couple steps, then picked up speed. Something told me that whatever was following me didn't have any mercy for people in pain.
I heard a fusion of loud pop!''s. Something was cracking. I took a swift look behind me and saw...nothing. Still the same old blindness. I kept running forward until, right underneath me, the arid ground ruptured. I began falling through the fissure in the earth. I twisted backward to get one last look at the blindness that was following me, and to my surprise, and horror, the blindness sluggishly faded away, until I could see what the blindness was harboring.
A pack of genetically mutated men were racing towards me, half of them human, and half of them...a mix of different animals and abilities. Some were half wolf people, some were half alligator people. Some of the ones left human were morphing into one of the two. And the humans left had spooky special abilities. Some in the front were notably fast, catching up to me, and that was not an easy feat, considering how speedy I was. Several men were exceedingly strong, the land breaking up with their every step. The scariest thing was the way their cold eyes targeted me, analyzing my every step. The suitable phrase if looks could kill ran through my frazzled head. I shuddered.
These freaks could only be the product of St. Sarah-Martins Orphanage. But hey, who was I to call someone a freak? Especially considering the fact that I was one.
Anyway, I twisted back around to take a look at what I was plunging toward.
Only to instantly whirl back around and face the bone-chilling super-freaks. 'Cause they looked like gentle, warm-hearted humans compared to what I was approaching.
Wishing for death, I slowly turned back in the direction I was diving in as a building I wholly and thoroughly hated rushed up towards me. And, worst of all, in one of the windows of the building I could see 3 familiarly shaped people with my enhanced super-sight.
Tears pouring down my face, even though I haven't cried in forever, I fell the last few feet into St. Sarah-Martins Orphanage.