This is for the Monsterriffic Challenge, on the Percy Jackson and the Land of Writing forum.
Prompt: Write about someone developing a strong hatred for someone else.
I Never Thought It Would End Like This
I ran through the forest, my lungs burning and my legs feeling like they were about to fall off. I knew I wouldn't be able to go much longer, that soon he would catch up with me, and I'd be dead. I thought there was no escape.
A couple seconds later I saw a light ahead of me. It was my last hope. I started sprinting toward it. But when I finally reached the light, after what felt like forever, I realized the light led me straight into a tunnel. There was more light was at the end. I looked around me for different options but there was none. All I could do was go foward, into the tunnel or turn around and go back the way I came, straight to the monster, which was suicide. It was a hard desicion. Sure, there was a possible chnace of escape if I went into the tunnel but if it was a dead end, I'd be trapped. I decided the tunnel was still the better option. I took a deep breath and ran inside.
I regretted it the minute I walked in. The air was humid and the walls looked crumpled and had cobwebs all over them. I reached out and touched the wall lightly and pulled my hand away the minute I touched the wall nearly screaming. The wall was damp and had some weird gooey stuff all over it. That wasn't the worst part though; when I pulled back my hand, it was covered in blood. And it most definitely wasn't my blood.
I looked at my hand. The blood was still warm and wet. It had come from someone's body recently. I quickly looked around, trying to see if there was someone's body.
I was having a panic attack in my head. I couldn't feel the burning in my legs or lungs. All I could feel was my heart beating in my chest. I had to get out. I had to get away. I had to survive.
Not a second after I thought that, I heard a big thud and some loud footsteps. I turned around slowly and saw giant feet. I looked up slowly, until I was craning my neck and finally saw the face of the monster.
I'm not going to explain what the monster looked like; I can't explain it. Besides, I don't want to explain how ugly he is. If you so much as looked at him for a second, you would be scarred for life.
The monster started advancing toward me, and I was forced to start backing up if I didn't want to get stepped on and killed.
I was walking backwards when I heard a crunch. I didn't want to look down. I had a feeling I knew what I had stepped on, nut I didn't want to be sure. I wanted to have some doubt. Unfortunately my brain wasn't listening to me, so I looked. And right there was the body. A body of a girl that was maybe seven. This monster was merciless. I was starting to dislike him more and more.
I continued walking back until I was pressed against the back wall. Above me was a lantern. It must have been the light I saw. It must have been how the monster lured his victims into the cave.
I slid down the wall, until I was sitiing on the muddy ground. I felt tears well up in my eyes as I realized my fate. This monster was going to kill me. And I couldn't do anything about it. I had only lived to 12 years old and I had never even met my godly parent. I had never even been claimed. There were so many things I didn't know. I would never get to say goodbye to my friends and family. All of this was because of a stupid monster.
I never thought this was how I was going to die. But then again, that's the life of a demigod.
The monster looked ready to kill me. I didn't bother fighting. It was useless; I gave up. But right before he murdered me, I looked him in the eye and whispered, "I hate you." And then everything went black.
