My toes curled as I slowly slid through the darkened forest, not making a single sound as my feet padded along the ground. The wind whispered in my ears, telling me stories of the millions of years it traveled throughout the world, from culture to culture, learning new thing after new thing as it went on its mystical journey. And so I listened as I ran. And I ran and ran and ran.
I was running for my life. The clock was ticking. And time was running out. How bloody cliché.
I slipped. And I went tumbling down, my face smacking in a pile of mud-stained leaves, my knees slicing into rocks, and I winced at the pain, but knew I needed to proceed onwards. Slowly, I slammed my hands down onto the ground, forcing myself up, and sprinted forward, trying my hardest to ignore the searing pain in my joints. Adrenaline was running out for me.
My legs moved onwards automatically, my body becoming almost machine-like in my desperate run for salvation. And I breathed in gasping, and choking on oxygen as it entered my lungs, sucking in the gas too fast for my body to initiate its process of breathing. My heartbeat was racing faster than my feet hit the ground, and I stumbled on the slick foliage.
I heard a low monotonous cackling behind me, growing louder and louder with each step I took. I couldn’t tell which direction it was coming from, I was delusional in my panicked state as the voice seemed to be coming from every direction. Up, down, everywhere. It seeped into my bones, chilling me to the core, rattling my soul in despair.
I felt something tugging at my skin and clothing, slowing me down further in my frantic sprint. I didn't have the breath in me to shriek in fear. But my pace was deteriorating before my eyes.
The laughter grew louder and I was flung into a tree by the mysterious force, smashing my face into the wood, shattering my nose, and cracking my ribs. Blood gushed from my face, and slithered down my throat, and I choked on the liquid as it poured down my throat.
Suddenly, the air grew thicker, and I struggled to breathe even more to satisfy my racing heart. My eyes dimmed, and the world slowly turned to a dark shade of crimson. I blinked to try and refocus to see where it was, where the thing chasing me was. A shallow mist formed bit by bit, and I sat up slightly, looking around, and wrapping an arm around my aching chest.
I was lifted into the air, and turned around, my back being forced against the tree. Nails were driven into my arms, and I let out a piercing yelp as the pain shot through my whole body. The invisible force dug deep into my skin, and clawed chunks of flesh off, and tossed it to the ground without a care. My voice bellowed out with the pain over and over again, and even though my arms were attached to the great oak, I struggled with all my crumbling energy. But no matter how much I squirmed for freedom, I was glued to that damn tree.
The cackling never ceased, but only grew louder as my own voice did.
I looked down to my knees, and shrieked with fright. Something was slicing through my skin, and pierced through to the bone. My voice rose in octave as I bellowed out from the pain as I watched as my knee was sliced off and dropped to the ground with a thud. The slices grew higher and higher, growing closer and closer to my torso and abdomen.
”And now it’s time to cut off the fun parts.”
And in the end, I screamed and screamed and screamed.
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