(A/N): Hey Guys! So, I'm currently in an exam... don't worry, I already finished the essay we need to write! Now I'm stuck here being immensly bored, so I decided to write, which would have been perfect... except for the fact that I've been writing this story in a book lately that is currently in my bag... halfway across the room in bag rack. So, you'll get this chapter at least a few hours, if not days, late. Sorry.
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My feet slapped the ground as I ran as hard as I could, terror and adrenaline pumping through my veins as I jumped a low log. I turned my head to look over my shoulder, trying to see if it was still following me- the beast. Not seeing it there made me run even harder, I could still feel the ghost of its breath on my neck, even though I knew it wasn't there any more. Perhaps I was delusional, or dreaming this all, but the blood leaking from the bite wound on my neck and the pain it caused me said otherwise- either way, I wasn't about to stop running.
I dodged between trees, trying to avoid an easy capture; my shoes skidded on the damp mixture of dirt, moss, and pine needles that littered the ground of the forest near where I worked. I heard it close behind me, a low, sharp growl like a shard of glass rubbing against a rock, and I gasped for air, pushing myself harder even though I knew it was probably futile; I had never been the type to give up without a fight.
Something grabbed my arm and I tried to swing at it but it was too fast, my hand barely swiping at its side. It was impossible to tell what sort of beast it was, what size or shape or if it was even a solid- for all I knew, there could have been more than one pursuing me... hunting me. "Help!" I screamed, but I knew no one could hear me.
I barely had any time to register that I had been flung against a tree- by the beast? By the wind? By some supernatural force? It couldn't tell- before a set of sharp teeth tore into my flesh again, and I felt another line of blood leak down toward the collar of my shirt. My eyes bulged and I screeched at the pain. "Get off!" I felt myself weakening, but I still placed my hands between my body and it, pushing as hard as I could, which obviously wasn't hard enough.
Black spots appeared in front of my vision and everything started to fade- just before I passed out I felt my mouth being forced open, and something trickling down my throat.
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This chapter has had minor edits made to it on 30/12/22
This chapter has had edits made to it on 5/2/25 - formatting and reconfiguring of sentences so they make sense. I also added the person saying they had never been the type to give up without a fight, and that it was impossible to tell what sort of beast it was, or even if there was more than one hunting them, as well as the fact that they couldn't tell what had flung them against the tree. I also modified the description of them 'passing out', since as we (very) soon find out, they were dying, not technically passing out (though there may have been a bit of that, too).