Fear Itself

Chapter One

I covered my mouth with my hands to try and stop breathing so loud. My legs are sore and ready to give out, it feels like I just ran a 10K-- and I probably did! I hear footsteps and hold my breath, they sound like they walk beneath a man made of 200 pounds of pure muscle. They stop, then start again with every step as if its an effort to move them. He passes the table I'm crouched under and I see his long, blood covered machete. His boots are a shiny black until they hit the sunshine, then you can see the red they turn from being covered in blood. Tears start welling in my eyes and I cant see anything but the blur, I let out my breath and the boots stop their massive steps.
I hold my breath again, this time with nothing in my lungs, it feels like I'm suffocating myself.
The man stomps out of sight and I take a deep breath in. It must have been louder than I thought because that blood-covered machete drove through the able, just barely missing my face. I set myself back and the table flies in the air. The man that threw it stands 6'5" and towers over my 5'3" ass.
I freeze in panic and start shaking like a chihuahua. He takes a step forward and I push myself back. He steps forward and I push back. He steps forward again and crouches down in front of me. He stared at me through the eyeholes of the hockey mask. The abyss where his eyes would be just stare at me. I open my mouth to scream but before I can get a breath out he grabs my face, his hand squeezing my jaw and locking it.
He lifts me by my jaw and I can feel the muscles in his fingers crushing my bone. It was either out of fear or excruciating pain that I blacked out. Either way, I don't remember how I got here.