𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝙸𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎

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Milo's POV:

It felt like I had been running for hours non-stop. My legs ached the more I continued. My heart was racing and it looked like the woods never ended, I looked back to see a black figure chasing me. It looked like it was about 6'5 and compared to my 5'9 that was quite tall. The fog swallowing the figure the further I got. The last thing of it I saw was the axe it threw which hit a rock that I had ran past a few seconds ago, the sound of the clash it had made echoed everywhere. I looked up to the sky, it was white. I felt like I was in some sort of black and white world like those TVs from the 60s.

I wasn't looking where I was going and ended up tripping on a log.

I checked behind me, no one was there. I laid down to catch my breath, the sound of the wind brushing past me blowing against my ears. There was a small rustle in the bush next to me, my head instantly snapped towards it. The sound of a twig snapping appeared behind. I looked around and yet there was still no one there, I was on my elbows the only reasonable option was a squirrel or some sort of creature running around.

I eventually got up and walked through the forest more, I had no clue where I was. It was like I lost consciousness while running and suddenly regained consciousness later. I still didn't know where I was and what I was doing. The thought of having memory loss scared me, did I forget everything? Surely not, I still remember half of my life. How did all this happen?

I found a small clearing with a rock and hesitantly sat down. I felt eyes on me. I heard voices around me. It was like all my senses were on high alert. From head to toes I was shaking, trembling. The feeling of hands crawling up my back, down my legs, through my hair, everywhere. The sound of leaves rustling next to each other, the sound of twigs snapping, getting closer. Someone was in front of me. Since I was looking at my own feet all I saw was-

Large platform boots strut my way like a model on a runway until they stopped and stood in front of me. I looked up slowly while I stared at their outfit. They had some ripped jeans with fishnets showing through the holes and a long black cape-like cloak slightly hiding them. I looked up some more, they were wearing a suit top, it was dark purple with some gold threads every now and again. 

It's him.

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First chapter of my very first book!

Thank you for reading

Song: Tag, You're It             By: Melanie Martinez

Words: 479