Paranoia (based off an actual nightmare)

The Chase

So, this is just something that I decided to take a chance at. I've never written any type of horror, but I have done mystery and thrillers. Either way, this story will be a new experience for me to write. It will be short, maybe about 15 to 20 chapters, not any more, but I hope you guys enjoy it. And once again, it's RATED R with ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. However, depending on the amount of likes, comments and reads I get, will determine if I shall continue this story or not. For now, this is the introduction. And as it says in the title, it's based off a real nightmare I happen to have last night. So enjoy & don't forget to comment and vote if you want the next part.

-YoursSincerely

  I feel tiny drops of sweat sliding down my face, and my feet aching for a break. But I know I can't stop, if I do, he'll get me. I try my best not to think about what happened to the rest of the population, but all I see are flashes of hearts and intestines cut out from fresh human bodies. The very images send a chill down my spine, and I stop to throw up.

  No Valéry, you can't give up.. Not after all those people died. He destroyed all your friends.. All your peers. He ripped their bodies to shreds in front of your very own eyes. You have to keep on..

  After a few seconds of inspirational thought, I get back up, wipe the vomit off my lips, and keep on running at a pace I think I can manage. All of a sudden, the lights go off completely, and everything turns pitch black. Our little area wasn't so safe after all. Or maybe it was, but one of us was, and still is, a traitor. And that traitor is trying to get his hands on me at this very instant, hiding behind the same, hideous mask he always uses.

  When my eyes adjust to the dark, I see a fence, the very same fence that Ethan and I would go through in order to escape to our little sanctuary.. All of a sudden, I feel tears threatening to invade my face. I was such a traitor myself with him, with all the things I'd accuse him of, all the stupid, horrid mistakes I made with him.

  I almost begin to throw up again, but my nausea gets interrupted by the feeling of guilt. I don't know what to do anymore, I don't even know why I'm running. I know I'll die, they all do.. They all have. I'm the only one left, I'm sure. This place is a diserted area and I'm his last toy.

  Ever since our school group came here two months ago and weren't able to leave, this place became a death trap. No one was able to escape without being brutally murdered. I see more images of dead, destroyed bodies flash through my head before reaching the fence.

  Quickly, I duck through a small hole near the bottom that is practically invisible. Ethan and I became familiar with how to work our way with the fence so that we could have our privacy. Those short hours in our small hide out made this place seem less like a nightmare. Sometimes it even felt peaceful when it was just the two of us.

  When I reach the other side of the fence, I look through the hole, knowing my face is covered by a shadow. I try to see if I spot the traitor, but nothing-no one is in sight. I want to put my guard down, to take a deep breath, followed by a long sigh and relax. But something still has the hairs on the back of my neck standing up.

  It was a while since I heard the traitor behind me, which means I should have lost him along my tracks. But it doesn't feel safe.. He's not one to be questioned as stupid. I still for a few moments, staring intensely at the hole. When I don't see or hear anything, I stand up and take my longing, deep breath.

  Maybe you will get the chance to escape Valéry and this will all just be a bad, unrealistic memory. A memory that you will label as a dream.. Because it never really happened..

  I take a few steps back, smiling and relieved. I feel as if the past few weeks have made me lose my sanity, and that maybe I shouldn't be so happy. Many lives were taken away in this horrid, disgusting trap. But I'm free.. That's all that matters.. I'm free.

  Or so I thought, before I felt a pair of hands grab onto my mouth, taking away my voice. And a thud in the back of my head, making the dark world around me officially turn pitch black.