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Claire pushed herself forward and began running again without thinking. She heard something hit the ground and begin following her. She dodged branches and roots, taking sharp turns to try to throw her pursurer off but she continued to hear the pounding of feet in her ears.
Claire took another quick turn and came face to face with a man twice her size. He went to grab her and revealed sharp horns growing out of his wrists. Claire ducked out of reach and ran through another group of trees quickly as her second pursurer began to throw his regrowable horns at her. The horns came at enormous speed as did the sound of his feet. Branches all around her head were wounded with these strange horns. Her breathing became uneasy and forced. She wasn't an athlete, she wasn't made for running.
She ran into a large branch and caught her sweatshirt on it. She tugged it loose and stumbled into a small meadow. But it was to late.
She felt the giant man tackle her. They hit the ground hard, pinning her to the grass. She pushed on his bare chest and threw him off her. He landed on his back and sat up, confused. He went to form a spike. A flower grew from his wrist. He stared at it dumbly, unsure it was real.
Claire turned to run but before she could take a step a wall of flames shot up in front of her. She fell backwards onto the ground in surprise and saw that she was completely surrounded in a firey cage.
"Ten seconds are up." said the male voice. She turned her head and saw through the bars a blonde boy in a leather jacket. His smile was evil and he seemed to be playing with a flame in the palm of his hand.
Claire toast anyone?
Yeah, it's short but please review anyway. The next chapter is longer!