--Disclaimer : If I were R.T, I'd be rich and, according to my checking account, I'm broke.--
--Better notes at the end--
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Running for my life, I manage to escape them... the shadows... for another few moments.
I rounded a corner & immediately another, ducking behind a pair of raunchy garbage
cans. They run past me, and I exhale the breath I realize I was holding. Not long after,
unfortunately, I realize my mistake:
I've run into a dead end.
I'm trapped. my mind wails in abject terror. There's nowhere left to run from everything;
Not even my dreams hold escape. They're coming. I can feel the earth rumble with their
thunderous and eventual approach. My footing is interrupted & I find myself landing
harshly on my posterior. Fear is prominent in my soul, along with a strange feeling of
excitement.
I know why they come after me. I could easily hide myself in a trash can, but something
holds me still. Fear partly, but something else; they want my life. They always have. And
for that reason, I hesitate. Always running from the shadows that scream for my blood
never makes them go away, no matter how hard, far & fast I run. Would that I could fly, it
still would not be fast enough.
There's nothing I can do to escape the bloodlust in the shadow's soul. So I sit still and
wait for the searing pain. For the feel of razor-sharp talons raking across my flesh. For the
scent of life & the tang of copper on my tounge. for the raw stench of blood for blood. and
this time, I swear...
... I won't let those damn kittens make me scream like a girl.
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A/N : This is something I had originally posted in one of my online journals back in, god ...
2001. ;; It was originally just the way I was feeling about life, in general. But asI re-read it
some years later, I realized that that one last line could be added, to make a fairly good
one-shot. Hence the posting, hehe.