Chapter VII
The Fox and the Hounds


Alex ran to the drawer situated right under the window. There was indeed something there that will prove useful at this particular time. He opened the top drawer, and reached in to pull out a large serrated switch blade. He took just a moment to stare at the blade, nothing really special about it, its just that he thought he should have it while in his travels. Come in handy in a situation such as this.

But the moment was altered, for a hound had smashed right into the window situated in front of him, creating a large crack in the glass. Alex jumped back in terrorized surprise, for he now has become thm to back up. But was jolted off by the raging shake of the door. Alex fell on his face, but immediately lifted himself up to see what had befallen on the door. Indeed, it was shaking all right, ready to tumble over and let in.

Oh God.

Yep, more of the blood thirsty beasts,eager to feast on Alex as their precious morsel.

Oh God...I'm gonna...I'm gonna...Oh my GOD!

Alex eyed back at the window. It was the same sight, except there were no longer five hounds...it seems that their numbers have doubled!

oh god...

Alex needed to do something, he needed to escape. For god sakes, that's what he needs to do. If he doesn't do anything, he'll...he'll...he'll...

...he'll end up just like that poor, unfortunate being, lying out there in the lot!

This has to be a dream! All a dream!

But how? Alex just woke up from one. That previous nightmare felt like the real thing. And so does this one. But...but.
The nightmare ended with death!

And so will this one!

No...he needs to do something now!

Alex started running for the bathroom. The hinches of the door fell, and the entrance was open to the predators. The window shattered, and a lone hound came shooting through the breaking glass. Its legs met the floor, and it raced ever so fast to claim its abundance of prey.

Alex bursted into the bathroom, and immediately grasped the door, with the eagerness to shut it! His eyes cased upon the outside, only to meet the immediate sight of a beast leaping for him!
The beast came close to three feet of Alex's face, just as the fasten of the door slammed the hound against the edge of closure. Alex faced in panic, for this hound was between the gap of this door to shut. The beast shook violently, desperate to break free from the door's clutches, eager to taste the blood of this young man, trapped in the compact space.

The canine was right on the edge of breaking free, its upper half entered into the space of the bathroom. That's when Alex realized the possession of his trusty switch blade, stuffed in the security of his side pocket.

Alex grasped his blade, and disregarding the sense of judgement, he raised the serrated blade, and plunged it into the demon's neck. The hound let out a cry of agony. The very sound a devil such as this should make.

Blood was released into the air, staining on to Alex's wear. The dog struggled for a bit, along with that sharp blade pierced into its neck. Then it made a struggling attempt to draw back out of the bathroom. Alex yanked the blade from the beast, just as it shot back out into the room, and thus the door slammed shut in retaliation to border.

But the bathroom door once again met the violent shaking of the hounds just outside. Within seconds, the door started to come apart, ready to let in the preadators in search of the fox.

Alex then realized the small window situated above the toilet. It was indeed small, but Alex was sure it would let him escape. The wood of the door then tore, and started to fall apart, revealing the maddened faces of the hounds, eyeing towards Alex, their established fox. Alex leaped onto the top of the toilet, and tilted the window to open the exit of escape.

It was then, that a canine shot through the top of the damaged door, revealing its upper half stuck between the two rooms. Alex looked back in terror, realizing this hound's penetration.

He grasped the window's edge, lifted himself up, and then stuck his head right through the small opening. The window wasn't big enough for him to fit both of his shoulders through, so Alex needed to twist in a way for him to escape in an angle.

The hound shook and struggled, eager to break free from the door's grasp.

Alex started with his right shoulder, exiting in a twisted, but acceptable way.

The hound then broke free and landed on to the ground.

STUCK! Oh no!

Alex then got caught in a position where his body could no longer move. His body was just to big!
For God sakes, I need to get out!

Alex shook violently, he just needed to get out. He shook and shook and shook!

Until...

...at last, his upper right part of the body broke free...free to the outside. But the rest was still on the inside!

Alex then pulled, pulled, and pulled. Getting his entire foundation to escape at last.

But just as Alex's escape seemed to be achieved, his left leg was grasped by the hound's long and accursed tongue. The hound then pulled back, eager to feast for this desperate soul!
It was established that Alex wasn't going to escape now with that tongue clinging to him. He yelled in rage, this is not the time for him to die!

He pulled the blade from his left pocket, and with one slice, he eradicated part of the tongue from the beast. And because of this eradication, Alex fell from the window, and impacted on to a set of trash cans.

Alex immediately lifted himself up. Now is the time to run!
Alex ran down the alleyway. Hurrying, hurrying, and hurrying. The canine's howels became apparent to his ears, echoeing down the alley.

He then reached the end, in which he came along a street, which should be classified as empty, if not for that car situated across the street.
"Where did that come from?" Alex asked in his mind!
Doesn't Matter!
Alex ran for the car, hoping to find keys inside the vehicle.

But he then stopped, and a look of horror came upon his face. For one lone hound, leaped on to the top of the vehicle.

And yes! Yes!

It had the very same eagerness and thirst for Alex's warm and precious blood.

The hound leaped from the car, and ran ever so fast at Alex. It then jumped into the air, expressing its sharp and dangerous teeth, ready to grasp on to Alex's throat.

Alex yelled in terror, bringing up his hands forward, knowing that they'll be futile to protect him, and thus, he waited for death.

And then...
And then...
And then...