The Blood Run.
By Itania O. J.
Let's just say that you're in a wood. Let's also just say that you're going to be running. Let's again say that you're running for your life.
Not cool, right?
Yes, it's all coming back to you. The shock; the absolute terror as he plunged after you into the darkening trees.
But, you can't let him catch you. It's almost a game to him. Your blood pounds in your ears as branches whip past you. Your mind reels around in panic, unable to concentrate on anything but survival.
This is your last chance to go aross the trail he can't cross. You don't turn at the right spot.
No, no, no!
This cannot be happening! It was not true! He was not...
You hit a tree. Blood pours out of cuts on your cheek and shin. You shudder as he walks up behind you.
You can't run any longer.
He has found you.
No! No, NO!
"Hello," he whispers.
You remain quiet.
"Well," he hisses, "someone is being difficult."
You clamp your mouth shut, both hands twineing about your throat to protect yourself.
"Fine, if that's the way you want to go. I don't regret any of this." He leans over you, his eyes full of hunger.
NO, NO, NO!
Your screams echo around the forest as you feel his teeth pierce your skin.