The figure looked about ten feet tall, Its head hitting the branches above. Its long, boney limbs moved in an unusual way. Like they had a mind of their own, and what they wanted was violence. I ran as fast as I could through the thick dark forest. I came to a cliff side with nowhere to go. The figure looked pale in the moonlight as it slowly reached out for me. It started to rip me apart, taking my arms from my shoulders, my feet from my legs. Then it started to fuse with them, making them its own.
