(A/N, i left a decent amount of vague details, to let you guys/gals to use your imagination, so it's up to you to decide what to do, anyways hope you like it.also *is sound effects, and "this is IT"
He had to get out of here, he had to escape, he didn't wan't to die. IT, already killed the rest of them, not a single one left in one piece.Each of them mercissly chopped into pieces, with no hesitation. He was a monster, one that you could only imagine in your worst of nightmares. IT cloaked itself in lightning; It was it who decided who in his path lived and died. it decided who was ok, and who was destined for its blade.
He ran as fast as he could; pointless however, as no one can escape it, when they cross on the wrong side of the path. its blade, which once was regarded as a tool of justice, had been tarnished, by the blood of its own actions, driven by its own insanity, and rage, it had slaughterd many.
He dropped all he had on him, and ran even faster, as the sound of its stomping was drawing near, cracking the ground, each step sounding as though lightning was striking. He only ran faster, surpassing his own limits, when the sound of a blade grinding against the floor. The man took a right, and finally reached an exit, he bursted through the doors, ans spotted a car, he ran towards it, and took a peak behind him, seeing flashes of electricty, coming closer to the exit.
The man jumped into the car, and glad the keys were still in, he stomped on the gas peddle, and rushed out of the area, from the entrance, to the inside of this place's walls. A 9in. blade shot past his car, scratching the side. The man stepped on the gas peddle hoping to go faster, as he could hear it's footsteps.
Shortly after the footstels stopped, and the man reached a highway. The man laughed, he had escaped, he survived, he won the game of survival, he would get to live another day. So he closed his eyes, and drove straight, knowing it wouldn't be long till he reached his destination, he would be safe there, he knew it couldn't catch up, and if it it tried it would never be able to penetrate the walls. So the man relaxed his arm and waited, as he focused on the sound of the car.
*Puh*The back tire of the car popped, making it swerve, the man opened his eyes in suprise, and desperatly tried to keep the car straight. However lighting struck right infront of the car, sending it flipping, and crushing his legs. The car slid to a stop, on it's side, and the man, fell to the ground, his legs being ripped off. The man cried, he knew he was going to die, why now, why here, he just escaped it, was the world that determined to end his life?
*electricity crackling*The man looked over there, and was terrified, he started to cry, and scream, begging for it to spare his life. IT walked towards him, electricity shooting off of him.
*Kaboom*Lightning shot down and struck it, the man laughed a little, he thought maybe he wouldn't die now, maybe he had a chance.
*click*The sound of a voice recorder was made, recorded by IT."I am, the sword of lightning, and this is my path of destruction, this path will not end, not until..."
The message is tuned out, as the electricity around it crackled, and the mans crying.
This is the last thing the man heard before died.
"we are jack, JACK THE RIPPER"