A/N Oh how I love cliffhangers! They are amazing little things, don't you think? Well, not if you're the one reading. But I'm a cruel person, so let the cliffhangers commence!
(Your POV)
'Nononononononononononononononononononononononono! No! No! NO!' A simple two letter word kept repeating itself in your head. It was so fast the words blended together in an endless chain of incomprehensible sounds, but the fear in your gut made the message clear enough.
The two teens from earlier were staring you down, tensed and ready for you to make a move. You had a split second choice, risk it and go through them, or go back the way you came and possibly get caught by the one in the blue mask.
You felt the sting in your skin and heard your blood drip onto the packed dirt of the forest floor. The moonlight made it look black against the light soil. You risked a quick glance behind you, and were startled by the black clad figure standing not even seven feet away.
You had decided.
You jumped over a bush to the left, adrenaline easing the pain of the thorns raking deep through your thick fur, pulling out huge chunks. You landed heavily on the other side and took off, hearing two yells of annoyance, but not even a whisper of breath from the third.
This unnerved you deeply, and you ran faster. You didn't bother to try and be sneaky. You didn't try to cover your tracks. They knew exactly where you were. You didn't know how, but the important thing was that you had to get away.
You ran the fastest you ever had, pure adrenaline pumping through your tired limbs. The fatigue pulled at your legs, making you clumsy. Your paws thumped heavily on the ground, and the undergrowth trembled as you ran past it, often being ripped apart when you jumped through sparse bushes.
Twigs and mud littered your coat, making it shine wetly in the moonlight. Even without your improved vision you would be able to see the smallest leaf on the ground, the moonlight was so intense.
You briefly thought of returning to your cabin, but realized that would be the first place they would look for you. You kept running in the general direction of the cabin, fully intending to pass it, when...
You burst into the clearing between the treeline and your cabin. You looked around, baffled for a moment, before you felt a tension in the air. You slowly turned your head to the front.
Sitting on the stairs, were three more teens. They looked VERY familiar. They weren't the three you had seen previously that night, no.
They were the three that wandered the forest almost constantly. More often than not they walked around attaching strange papers to the trees. Once you had investigated a paper, and you did not like what you found.
As a person, you found nothing wrong with it, but the inner you was howling and desperately trying to get you away from it. As soon as you gave in to it, it tried to take off. You had quickly taken control and approached the paper again, but this time it was extremely difficult.
Your head began to pound as a strange sound filled your ears. Your sense of smell and touch seemed to vanish as all you could focus on was the intense pain and the ominous picture in front of you. After reading it quickly, you had left in a hurry, loping all the way back to your cabin. The pain vanished as soon as the paper was out of your line of sight.
It had said, 'No eyes, always watches'.
You shook internally, but on the outside your fur bristled as you squared up your body, arching your back and curling your lips back from your teeth.
They sat there calmly, not moving. If you knew anything, you knew the ones that didn't move were NOT good. It was just another standoff, nothing different from the first. Except this time, they made the first move.
They all suddenly jumped in different directions, startling you into giving up your defensive pose. They took the chance, jumping forward.
You leaped, barely avoiding them. While two of them were unarmed and seemingly harmless, the last was armed with two wicked-looking hatchets. They weren't... clean... either, which made them look even more menacing.
You landed just feet away before noticing they had managed to avoid collision, all of them landing on their feet. They turned and looked at you. You could feel their eyes on you. They all had something to cover their faces, which you didn't find odd at all. In fact, it was hard to find someone around here that wasn't wearing something weird...
You took off. After facing the blue one earlier, you knew it would be no use to fight them, especially since there were three of them. Once again, there were no sounds of pursuit, and you were almost fooled by it again.
You slowed down to a lope, and almost came to a complete stop, when you heard a small 'tick'. You didn't pause to listen, you just darted toward the nearest gap in the bushes. This time you heard it.
'tick'
'tick'
'tick'
It was almost too quiet to reach you, but if you strained your ears enough, you could definitely hear it. It reminded you of a broken clock. A murderous broken clock... Now that's quite the picture.
But you were in no mood to laugh, instead you almost felt like crying. What had you done to deserve this? Oh, right. You had almost forgotten in all the fear and panic. It's funny. When something bad happens to you, you tend to forget all the bad things you've done to others.
You have done some pretty bad things to others. Things you could never forgive yourself for doing. What did you do? What did you do that was so bad, that made you think you deserved this?
You murdered your parents.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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