Phantasma
Chapter 1: Run.
Sam's Town, Nevada
Friday 10th August
The cold, fog hovered low on the swamped field at Old Johnson's farm. It was 2:30am and the rustling of the wind sent a frilling chill to anyone who dared to trespass. A loud squelching noise is heard as a young teenager flees for his life through the field.
"Help! Help! For gods…sake… someone help me" His breathless cries were useless, only the trees could hear his desperation. He stumbles into the cold, thick, mud. A loud thud is heard as the weight of his body struggles in the un-forgiving night, he twists himself into a crocodile roll, before fear gets the better of him and a bolt of energy shoots throughout his body. He pushes himself from the ground and continues to run, now cold and with his wet clothes holding him down.
Behind him, a sudden loud rustling noise and footprints landing hard on the ground echoed. There, a tall silhouette chases the boy in the wind. The man has more power catching up to the boy who is still crying out for help and mercy. The man quickly pursues him with his long black coat floating effortlessly in the wind behind him.
The chase continues into the crop meadow of Old Johnson's farm. The teenager runs with adrenaline flowing through his blood he gets stronger but the fear is still eating him alive. He pushes aside long grains and mutters words rapidly under his breathe. You can see nothing within the crops, only blurs of beige no matter where you look. Anyone could be hiding in there, the chasers friends, a sadistic murderer or poisonous snakes. The boys fear increases, tears roll down his muddy face and his breathing gets deeper. He screams.
"I'm going to die! Help me! They're going to kill me!"He lets out a loud powerful scream, as if all his energy was being released from his body. He stops. Silence falls, only the heavy, painful breathing from the teenager could be heard. The chaser was gone. Only the silhouette of the boy could be seen in the darkness of the tall grains. Suddenly a rustle, getting louder and louder, increasing step by step, the tops of the grains started to vibrate with the motion, getting closer and closer to the boy. His eyes open wide in fear but he doesn't move, He can't remember how to, paralysed on the spot. Then from the left of the field a low, menacing growl is heard. The boy snaps to life and starts to flee. "LEAVE ME ALONE! HELP!" a girlish yelp is let out from the boy as the strange man comes into the clearing of trampled grains. The boy runs but glances back to see the chasing silhouette has a long, thin item in his hand; the shape resembles a metal pole or the back end of a crow bar.
The stranger is catching up to the victim when an object fly's out of his hand into the air and thuds against the back of the boy's cranium. He stumbles to the ground; the man turns the boy's body over and violently straddles him. In a slow yet powerful motion the strangers arm swings high, with a white knuckling grip on the object, he plummets it down. Outside the corn fields a loud scream is heard, birds fly away calling as they flee.