Running. That's all she has done. Her life consisted of running away from something, or rather to somewhere.
She ran as fast as her feet could carry her. Sticks and stones, the ones that break your bones. Well, they are the ones she continuously tripped over tonight. Her flashlight flickered into the fading darkness with every step. Her breathing was out of control. She had to stop now, take a break, but she can't risk it. She did not know where It is, or why It is following her. Attempting to catch her breath, her throat was burning and dry from the cold air. What she did not see was It staring at her from behind a tree. Looking around frantically, she searched for which way to go, but then she spots It. Their gazes locked together; visible from the moonlight, neither looked away.
It was absolutely terrifying, being put in such a position, like straight out of a horror movie. The moment felt like an eternity, Its eyes boring into her soul. Making a dash, she turns on her heel and sprints furthermore into the woods, all she can hear is her own intense breathing.Is it following me!? Her flashlight is dying on her, as she smacks it onto her palm repeatedly. The light completely goes out. An angry grunt rumbles in her throat, as she squints into the darkness, looking for an escape, a hiding spot til morning arises. It feels as if she's running a marathon, her legs have been growing numb and tired.
She feels It snatch her foot, she screams in fear. Falling onto the ground...
But, not It, a root, has snagged her foot, with a piercing pain; sending her flying forward, tumbling to the ground. She cries out in pain as she hits the cold dirt floor. Her head collides with a rock and knocks her out. The quick minutes that have gone by, she was going in and out of consciousness...
Coming to her senses, she finally looks down at her ankle, she can see that it has been caught on a root with a vine of thorns wrapped around it; with one particularly stabbing into her flesh. However, these were not any ordinary thorns, these ones are much larger. Oh, shit. Her head was throbbing with every pulse. She swipes her hand across the cut on her temple, and can feel a warm, oozing liquid. She cursed her flashlight for going out and herself for being her clumsy self. Slowly, but surely, she gathers her courage and pulls on the spiked wood to loosen the long tip out of her flesh. It comes loose as she lets out a whimper and tosses it to the side. Letting go of the breath she's been holding.
Crunch, crunch, crunch. She began army crawling to the nearby tree, she lay against it, holding her legs close to her. She was hoping, praying, this creature will just leave her alone, she has had enough for one night.
A few minutes pass, nothing, has it finally gave up the chase?! Suddenly, the snapping of branches are heard. It's coming closer and closer.
Her ankle throbbed and she knew she was done for. She shuts her eyes, and awaits for pain to be inflicted upon her by this creature. She can feel the presence of it, but it seems to be unmoving, studying her suffering, pathetic figure perhaps? Letting out small quick breaths, she takes a peak at it, the creature's arm was extended in front of her. Covering her face not realizing what was happening, it clears its throat. She opens her eyes and studies the limb stretched in front of her, then, hesitantly, makes an attempt to getaway; but, the hand shoots forward towards her neck. Moonlight shone upon them and its honey brown looked murderous as they glared into forest green.
Her head was bleeding more from the increase of blood flow. She had to act quick; so she grabs her hunting knife from her leg strap, and she lets out a war scream as she slices at the human figure, weakly. She takes off, with a light jog, limping away from the predator. Her backpack was weighing her down, her body felt heavy, and her legs are weak. Who the hell is that! That did not feel like some creature!
Agghhh! It cries out in agony, and picks up the knife. Engraved was the letters E.S. It pocketed the weapon and wiped at the wound with their finger tips. Shrugging it off, it then, rushes after the girl. Like your shadow follows you in the sunshine, it was one step behind the hurt girl. It caught up quickly and tackled her to the ground.
Author Note: Hey guys, this is my first SQ story let me know what you think! Characters are not mine
Copyright: Once Upon A Time
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