Chapter 1: Escape
Blood coursed down my cheeks as I fell to the gravel. Struggling for consciousness, I rolled over to try to stand back up just to be kicked right in the gut.
"Pathetic!" He roared. The gravel crunched under his enormous wolfy feet as he walked towards me. "You freak! You're just a mistake, a stupid pointless mistake!"
I winced as he grabbed me off the ground and threw me another couple feet. This is just what I needed today- an execution. That sure does make life simpler. And shorter. Mason stood over me now, ready to sink his claws, literally, into my tightened throat.
"You know what's horrible?" he whispered peacefully, which was completely out of character for him.
"Yeah, your breath is horrible. Really, do you not brush your teeth?" I chuckled, my voice almost inaudible. It had been a long day full of agonizing pain; I barely had any energy left. It seemed like I didn't need much now anyways. I doubt dead people needed energy.
"No." he growled, picking me up and shaking me some more, then throwing me yet again, "It's that you worthless experiments always fail! But that's ok. It gives me someone to play with." A shiver danced up my spine. I wasn't up for a game of tag right about now.
"Well, the only game I'd like to play is hide and seek. You count first, I know you can't count past two to save your life but you just try your very hardest." I said in a little kid voice, somehow still able to achieve sarcasm. I'm just one tough cookie!
"The only game I want to play is 'Kill the Freak'," he chuckled, barely able to keep up his little game. He looked like he was going to lunge towards me. I braced myself. Any second now the end would come. "Now I'm bored of talking, it's time for you to die!"
He basically flew at me, he was so fast. I had enough time to stumble out of the way, falling onto my already bruised knees in the process. With his momentum Mason ran right into a nice solid kick in the shadows of the building.
"Not going to happen! No one ever told me it was game night. I wanted to play "Kill the Freak" too! Have you not looked in the mirror recently, Mason?" Flobie winked at me as she emerged from the shadows, completely relaxed about the whole "fight to the death" scene. I sighed in relief. Flobie was always there to save my butt.
Mason yelled in frustration, already recovered from the kick to the face. "Fine then, double prizes for me!" He started hurtling towards us, but we were already halfway across the field sprinting.
We could run faster than humans, but apparently not faster than an Eraser. He had almost reached us a mere ten seconds later. His dark, long shadow already stretched upon us, making it feel like we were already within his claws. Talk about pressure for winning the race.
"Grab my hand," Flobie whispered, already reaching across to meet me. As soon as we grasped hands, I felt a weird sensation that felt like being pulled at the speed of light through space and back again in a split second. Gasping, I fell to the ground completely worn out. Instead of gravel, it was soft grass.
"Flobie, where are we?" I groaned, barely able to keep my brain functioning. I looked up to see stars. Well, the stars in the sky as well as stars dancing around my head. We were right by the beginning of a forest; the only sounds were the wind and our panting.
She stood very still, rubbing her temples. "Uh, I don't know. I think I just got a new skill."
I gave her my "You think?" look and closed my eyes again. "Well considering we're in the middle of nowhere I'd have to say yes."
"So... I guess I can teleport even with extra people? Wow, well, I think I'm going to faint or something now. I'm dead tired." Her legs, which had already been shaking, gave in as she fell next to me.
"That's an understatement." I said, finally giving into my head's screaming desire to sleep.