Miranda was staying unmoving tens of meters behind Martin, clamping down on her mouth with both of her hands suffocating the voice and trying to silence her rapid breath wheezing in and out of her lungs, making her chest expand far more than usually. Her eyes were overflowing with clear saltwater which she was unable to hold back. The small water pearls was falling to the ground, making small ponds at her feet, reflecting the scene enfolding before Miranda.
“Miranda!” he screamed, his voice becoming hoarser after each time, “Help m..!” the voice finally giving out, leaving only a sour and painful wheeze. He sees the black figure move, suddenly a burning pain appear on his shoulder spreading to his arm and a thick black liquid was being pushed out of the burnings origin, making its way to the finger tips and onto the ground.
The night had arrived in the middle of the confusion, and the clouds was breaking up revealing everything it had been hiding, the moon with its cold and freezing glare stared down onto the small ponds, watching as its own reflection freezes over and turn into a mix of clear crystals and red rubies. The moon shifts its gaze to light up the black darkness, letting a silver-like light reveal the dark edge of the forest. Black liquid was clinging to the trees and seeping down to drown the grass and leafs on the ground. Hands and legs could be seen from behind the large tree rots emerging from the earth, also covered in this sticky liquid.
Miranda felt the panic trying to take over as she continued to watch the horror enfold before her, she suppressed the panic. Why haven’t I done anything yet? A thought that triggered her memory, the firewood, she said to herself and forcefully averted her eyes away from Martin and looking at a piece of wood lying some meters away.
The plan she so effortlessly had thought of would only work if the beast-like thing didn’t notice her. She pulled of her high heels revealing her bare feet and making them connect to the frozen ground, as a result sending shivers up her legs. Earth and dirt got pressed up between her toes as she switched her weight from one foot to the other, slowly shortening the distance between her and the firewood. Miranda cleared the distance as fast as she could without making a single sound. She grabbed the biggest piece of wood she could find in the pile. While glaring at the beast and clamping down on the wood as hard as her hands managed, she was feeling the wood carve into her hands and merge with them. It was a nice feeling.
