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He ran. He ran fast.

His lungs were aching in pain from his sprint. His feet ached. His legs were heaving. But his heart was suffering the most between pumping severely and from unfathomable fear. Until he ran into a small one way street behind a tall complex building. He jumped behind a dumpster and hid there. It smelled of rotting food and a rat teetered across his foot.

He tried to slow his breathing to not be heard. His heart suddenly stopped when he heard a creak. He succumbed to his fears and kept running.

Something was chasing him. Something large. Something beastly. Something hungry.

The man kept running. Wheezing and sweating as his pace began to slow. Sweat was falling off the man as if just jumped out of the shower. He heard growls and fast steps behind him.

He heard his impending doom coming closer until he was interrupted by a wall.

"NOOOOOO!"

The steps were becoming louder and louder. Scraping, gnashing and clawing against the pavement until they finally stopped.

He felt a breath behind him. It was hot and musty, dampening his hair more and more as the wet breath heaved. It suddenly became colder, nearly freezing. It almost froze the sweat in his neck in place. He couldn't move. His body was too numb, too tired, too weak to continue.

His mind argued against his body, begging him to move, but the body did not listen.

His body came to a complete and frozen state. Unable to muster even the simplest command as lifting a finger. The breath was almost going through his very soul. His spine trickled, his legs like jelly, and his sweat ran down to his chest giving a sleek and shiny surface upon his skin.

Pure fear and dread was his only solace.

When he finally gained some sort of control over his dreaded body, he spun around. There was no one.

It was dark, the alley way had only one visible light: the street lamp to his freedom.

He darted towards the light at the end of the alleyway. His legs were giving up from the sheer excitement and exhaustion of his body.

He was almost there! Just several more feet!

He sweet sweet escape was yet to come. He embraced the light that would bring him hope. And when he finally made it to the light. He heaved and panted, holding onto his knees for support. "I-I made it!" He huffed and puffed trying to gain the air back into his lungs. "YES!"

He made one final inhale to catch his breath and straightened himself.

That's when he heard a low and strained demonic voice.

"You will do..."

Before the man can scream. A dark clawed hand ravaged over his face and dragged him back into the alleyway. Shredding of flesh and bloody coughs and screams were the only audible noises. The light shone over the empty streets.

It was all over. A flow of liquid trickled over the pavement in the visible light in its crimson embrace. A gargle and snarl was the last noise made on that empty street.