The Followed and the Followers

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic


Someone is being chased through a harbour city by some unnatural creatures. It smells of fish and the seagulls are screeching. Will the followed outrun the followers?

Submitted: May 16, 2018

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If I stay completely still they may not notice me this time either. I have outrun them many times and never before have I been frightened. But something feels different today. Could it be something in the air? Another supplement in the air with its usual smell of freshly caught fish? Or is it perhaps missing a hint of dried seaweed? I press my back against the nearest wall whilst I slowly start moving towards some shadows. My short, rapid breaths become more and more reluctant as I reach the shadows and kneel down behind some barrels. Barrels that are filled to the brim with eel heads. The smell is overwhelming even for someone who has lived in the harbor her whole life, but it gives me something else to focus on besides from the ongoing chase.

 

Just as I close my tired eyes I hear the peculiar sound of their non-human feet hurriedly running over the wet cobblestones. Have they already found me? With them still on my tail there is no time for rest. I quickly rise from my hidings and head the opposite direction from where I just heard them. I try to act composed when I walk towards the townsquare. Just as every other day there is an ongoing market where people sell every kind of fish and sea creature imaginable. A cart drives by behind me with a following crowd and I take the opportunity to look back after my chasers. I smile to myself when I spot them looking lost in a crossing.

 

Sadly I quickly lose my small victory as I walk straight into a cart filled with boiled crabs and tilt it over. The seller turns red of anger but I can only think about my followers and if they noticed. My heart stops as I stare straight into their bloodthirsty eyes. Bloody fish fins! Slippering around while I hastily scramble to my feet I spot them in the corner of my eye making their way towards me. I start running away from the market and in between some houses. I make a sharp turn around a house corner, jump over a small fence and forcefully squeeze past some elderly women. I run through one of the many local inns hoping to lose them amongst the many people accumulated there. Thinking it worked I slow down once outside to blend in with the crowd gathered in the back. I cast a quick glance over my shoulder to discover I am still followed. Me and them now both start pushing people out of our way to either get to or get away from the other. I can feel the adrenaline pulsing in my veins just as I break through the crowd and make myself ready to run. But something stops me, a hand equipped with three impossibly long fingers. I can feel their oily surface against my bare arm and the blood in my veins freezes as I look up and meet my follower’s hungry gaze.

“You’re not getting away this time…”

 


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