Revenge

Prologue

"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win."
-Stephen King

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It was a beautiful twilight. Just simply beautiful. But as we all know, nothing lasts for long. Especially when two figures are running through the forest; one chasing the other. Especially if one has a motive. A motive to kill. This wasn't a random standoff, for it was a kidnapping. And this beautiful dawn may not just become a stroll in the park, but murder scene.

Gwen dashed through the forest, the creature hot on her heels. Branches whipped at her face, leaving nothing but a pink ghost and a burning sensation in their place.

Why was this figure chasing her, you ask? Well, it could be many reasons. It could be that they were two kids playing tag on a lovely night, or a couple out on a date. But no, it's none of those things. It was a quest. A quest for revenge.

The cloud strewn sky was turning from twilight pink to blue night, and the moon peered out from over the horizon. The grapefruit colored sky started to fade away, leaving twinkling stars in its wake.

One word raced through Gwen's mind.

Run.

The creature was gaining speed, and advancing on Gwen. Gwen ran while pushing twigs and branches out of her way, until her sneakers fell out from under her at the peak of the hill. She tumbled down, doing somersaults all the way down. Pain ripped through her whole body, and she clenched her teeth in agony.

Keep running.

I guess you could say it was that little voice you hear in your head talking to her, but this voice was much more sinister. It was if it was death speaking to her directly.

When she reached the bottom of the hill, the figure had just started moving its was down the hill towards her. The world swayed around her, as if it were tilting on its edge. She put her left hand on the side of her head, and suddenly realized the blood welling inside her mouth.

Run until you can't run anymore.

"Crap," she muttered. She ignored the blood and was trapped in her own thoughts for a few moments. As if it was that she was a puppet and there was puppeteer controlling her, she stood up on two feet and slowly staggered forward.

Despite the swaying, Gwen had made it about three feet before the earth stopped swaying, and the figure started towards her once more. She collapsed to the ground, and dust traveled around her; in her eyes, in her nostrils, and in her mouth.

Pull it together, she told herself.

Gwen scrambled to her feet and started running once more. Her dark brown hair trailed behind her, and her shirt was plastered to her chest and spine with sweat.

Don't look back, the voice told her.

She looked back.

Of course, she regretted her choice. The man was four and a half feet away. Or was it a man? For all she knew, it could be a monster.

Gwen looked back in front of her again and took a sharp turn to the right. She then immediately took a right again and hid behind a tall oak tree.

The tree's trunk was very thick and wide; a perfect hiding place for a young adult. Its rough bark somehow soothed Gwen as she gasped for air; her lungs screaming. A single drop of sweat rolled down her forehead onto the her forearm.

After catching her breath, she silently counted to sixty in her head. After time was up, she peered around the corner of the tree. The figure was gone. Gwen then relaxed her shoulders.

"It's over now," she muttered to herself under her breath. "Everything is going to be alright."

She reached for her phone in her back pocket. Gone. It was gone. She whipped her head back towards the hill and saw its shattered screen on the ground; pieces of glass spread around it.

"Crap," she said once more. "Can't this day get any worse?"

Or maybe it wasn't alright after all.

The least of her problems was returning home with a shattered phone screen and having her dad yell at her for being irresponsible and reckless. Man, how much she hated him yell at her.

She returned to her original position, and felt another tear of sweat roll down the back of her neck, and soak into her black shirt. Her breath steadied, and she closed her eyes for a moment.

A hand clasped over Gwen's mouth; a hand that was not hers. Her eyes flew open as she tried to gasp. She tried to scream for help, but something shiny flashed in the corner of her eye.

A knife was set on her throat, forcing her head to tilt up.

"Don't even think about screaming."

Gwen's eyes grew wide. She knew that voice. Her eyes scanned around her, and to her left was a man; a man wearing all black, and he was wearing a face. A face that Gwen could not forget. A face of pure friendliness and kindness, but as well as a face of horror and monstrosity.

"I've got you now Gwen Galloway."

No, this couldn't be happening. But then again, yes it could, because this was not a dream. It was reality.

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Did you guys enjoy my Prologue? I know, it's short, but it's not the final FINAL one. Please feel free to leave comments, suggestions, and what I should change. Stay tuned for the next part! Thanks!