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They were coming, I could hear them slashing through the trees. Their drooling mouths gaping wide, ready for me, my flesh. Faces twisted with hunger and hatred. Long, clawed limbs reaching forwards and hitting the ground, growing closer. Grey and brown fur was flashing between the trees, I could see them then. Wolves. I grabbed a tree branch and climbed, higher, higher, away from them. I needed a weapon, so I could fight them. A sword or mace or trident, just something. Then I saw it, the flash of silver that would save me. I saw it, snagging in the leaves, but drawing near. A knife. The one thing that may save me. Then a mottled, grey-brown creature leaped. I yelped and pulled away, drawing my scraped, dirty knees towards my thin shivering body. The I remembered the knife and looked up, too late. I felt it before I saw it. The blade sliced through the air, plummeting to the ground below. The parachute fell loose. I looked and my panicking thoughts were confirmed. The berry-red liquid coating the blade was my blood. The strip of glaring colour on my wrist inflicted by my distraction. The excited creatures below lapped up the blood that coated the ground. Black splodges coated my vision and I grabbed a branch to avoid the fall, getting caught in my light blond hair. As my fingers tensed The blood flow increased, I snatched the silky slither of silver fabric from the twigs above and twisted it around my wrist. I watched in a repulsed fascination as the fabric was coated in a flush of colour. It flowed towards the edges, darkening to the shade of velvet on my escorts dress. Oh yes, my family. Would they be sad about my death? Of course they would be. Best then to try and make it seem I was not too worried. I lifted the fabric aloft and said 'It's a pretty colour, isn't it mum?' Then the splodges thickened and my vision faded. Good bye mum, I wanted to say but my mouth wouldn't move. I felt like I was falling. Then there was a ripping feeling as my body was tugged back and forth between rabid monsters. Thank you my sponsors, but I would have preferred a sword.
