I ran as fast and far as my feet could carry me; past the trees, past the rocks, past the babbling brooks, past everything in my way. A branch whipped me in the face, which made me stagger, but my feet wouldn't stop moving. My toes stubbed into rocks, into the fallen branches, into what seemed like everything in this entire danged forest. I didn't dare to look back, worrying that when I turned back that it would be in front of me. And if it was, I could blink. And that's something you really shouldn't do. Blink... and you die. That's what he told me... was it a he? An it? I couldn't even remember now. All I knew was that I had to run. Thank God for track and field back in high school.
I finally got to a safe-haven, a small hollowed-out indent in the ground. I vaulted over a rock blocking my path, and fell face first into the dirt. I scrambled up as quickly as I could, to make sure they wouldn't creep up on me without my noticing.
I shuffled into the back of the cave, gasping for air. I used my gloves to bat away the dust and grime in my eyes, to avoid shutting them. This was one of the most terrifying things I'd ever been forced to do, the most terrible thing I'd ever had to run from... such a seemingly harmless thing, my pursuer. I had seen beautiful examples of it's non-deadly brethren hundreds of times, in the churchyards and the monuments and the cities. How could something of such beauty be changed into something so purely terrifying? Did the old masters carve them to become death traps? I don't think so!
Then I heard something. A shuffling, or skidding, in the distance. Branches broke, leaves sqirled in its path... My heart nearly jumped out of my chest in fear. Some of the grime had made it's way into my eye. I tried to keep it open, but it kept squinting... then I rubbed it. It was only for half a second! It should have been harmless. It WAS harmless!
...But it wasn't. All it needed was half a second.
My reward for opening my eyes was... horrible. Demonic. One arm outstretched, either trying to take my hand or crush my throat from a distance. It was in mid-run. It's stone wings were unfurled, sprawled out to near the distance from tree to tree. But it's eyes were the creepiest; the stoned orbs, suspended in their cavity, were pointed directly at me. A calm smile was on his face, like he was confident he'd won. It looked like a cement-made demon, aiming to bring me to it's lair. To tell the truth, I would have wanted to go up against the demon instead.
As long as I looked at it, it wouldn't come any closer. That, at least, was something that you could use to your advantage. And the fact that, if anything looked at it, it'd be frozen in time. 'Quantum Locked', I think it's called.
Too bad I was alone.
I screamed. I scrambled backwards to escape, not taking my eyes off of it for a second. I tried to run, tried to move as fast I could backwards. I would have kept going, too... until I ran into another.
Another scream. It's claws were out, in a frozen pose to rake at me. It's mouth was riddled with fangs, a maw that would have rivaled the deadliest of sharks. I ran to my right, only to find another. Eyes disintegrated from centuries of wear, arms dwindled to mere stumps by erosion, yet it still lived. It still hunted. It was hopeless. Even so, you would have fought too. I spun my arms, trying to hurt one of them... but it grabbed me. I blinke-
"AAAGH!"
I rocketed up from the couch, fur cold from terror. Bentley and Sly jolted in their seats, all of us poised to see the TV still on. The menu screen for the DVD was still moving, as the TARDIS was jostling and thrashing around the time vortex. The clock on the screen read 3:45, faintly seen in the seizure-inducing flashes of red and blue.
"... THAT'S it!" I shouted, "I'm done. I'm done! No more Dr. Who after midnight ever, EVER AGAIN."
"Agreed..." moaned the raccoon as he pushed up from his recliner. "Stupid Daleks..." He muttered, shuddering at the thought of the heartless alien species. He did a few stretches, then rubbed the back of his neck. " 'Night, guys."
"Aww... come on, guys! One more disk." Bentley said, sounding like an 8-year-old asking for 5 more minutes.
"Sorry, turtle-man. I'm bushed."
"Well, I think I'll stay up for a while. The whole 'Time Travel' theory seems very appealing..."
I raised an eyebrow. "Becoming a Time Traveler, eh? Good luck with that." I said sarcastically. "I'll order the Fez on E-Bay."
"Get me a Dalek Coffee mug while you're at it," he said as the last disk was put in. I rolled my eyes, and went to bed.