'Its... cold...' Ethan gasped, running as fast as his feet would take him, all he could hear was the pit-pat of his feet, and the thumping heart in his chest, 'he's coming..' Ethan stretched his hand out only to grasp nothing, and fall down because of it.
Ethan couldn't move any more, he ran too much, too far, his joints were aching, his lungs felt like they were bleeding, he went and coughed up solid, black, clogged up blood, his screaming, from when, he couldn't remember, caused it. Panic clouding any thoughts other than 'escape' 'run' 'he's here' 'he is behind you' 'don't look', Ethan turned his neck, eyes widening as he saw... nothing. Ethan held himself, shivering, there was nothing, nothing, just black for endless miles, the only sign that he wasn't anywhere, was the mirror-like floor covered in a thin layer of water. 'Where?' Ethan finally thought, trying to get up, to only fall back down, hands and knees on the floor, he must be insane.
Why must he be insane? Because, he was staring at his own reflection, except it wasn't him, it looked like him, but it wasn't, because he had slightly bluer hair, and different eyes, and he was grinning, 'who?' Ethan thought, feeling so scared he could not move, just staring into those blood-gold eyes.
I am Gold, and I am your worst nightmare.