THE ESCAPE.
His voice was in my head hour after hour, it was stuck on repeat. The voice was driving me insane; I knew that if I slept I would be a goner.
I stopped to take a breath, so far I hadn’t been caught. Well I hadn't even seen any of the night creatures… I was now waiting.
I stood and listened. Silence…
I started walking again knowing that at any minute they could pop up. It kept me on the edge; I was scared for my life.
My name… they knew my name.
This game was the first thing that scared me, in… well forever.
I had now lost all contact to the outside world. No communications through my pack line or anything else.
Howls came from all directions, I wasn’t sure if it was my pack, or packs who had allied with the Scented. They were worse than the Austimers, much worse. They didn’t need a bite there bark was a shrill yell. If you were even in eyesight (and that was pretty far) you knew you were in for a piercing awakening.
*Rustling of the leaves*
I stopped midway through a walk. My senses perked. *huff huff huff* I heard breathing and my hair stood up. I listened intently to where it was coming from.
*huff huff huff* It was moving in front of me. I could barely make out a shape. Its breathing was slightly heavy, like they themselves had been trying to get away.They walked with a slight limp, maybe the left front leg was injure. I couldn't tell from here.
The shape was something I could barely make out. A hunchback…maybe... no wait they are standing up, a….person. No they had the scent of a werewolf, but the only ones out here were allied with the Scented. I slowly started to back up, I held my breath, and kept thinking, I have to get away, I have to get away.
I hit the tree behind me. It heard me. I could see the shape turn around, and it sniffed the air. It started walking towards me. I held my breath and flattened myself against the tree. I wasn’t ready to die, just not yet.
It came closer; it was now about ten feet away still sniffing the air. It had not spotted me yet.
I was scared, but more or less I had to be confident. I was not going to die. Not tonight.
It turned its head and walked towards me. It stopped short of my left and sniffed the air. I wasn’t taking any chances I ran. I kept running and I didn’t dare look back. My pace was getting faster and faster. I wasn’t going to slow down till I knew I had gotten away.
I looked back over my shoulder. Crap. Whatever and or whoever was running after me, they were gaining on me fast, my heart was going 90 miles an hour as I stepped up my pace. I darted quickly to the right farther into the forest. I could hear whatever was chasing me gaining on me. This is not how I imagined my defeat, running through a forest being followed by some creature.
I started slowing down; I couldn’t hear the creature anymore. All I could hear was my heavy breathing and the wind through the tall forest trees. I sat down in front of one of the trees trying to catch my breath.
It was there again… the heavy breathing. *huff huff huff,….huff huff huff* It was close, so close I thought I could feel breath on the back of my neck, hot mucky breath, sort of like slime. I held my breath; I closed my eyes and just sat there. Silence went on for what seemed like forever. I counted to ten and opened my eyes.
I screamed. There not even five inches from my face was a snout of a werewolf. I startled the werewolf and he too jumped. I took another look at the werewolf; dark brown, shaggy fur lined his body. He looked like he had been out in these woods for a long time without changing into human form.
I stayed where I was but the wolf backed up. I was prepared to run but he started changing.
Morphing back into the simple human form we took on, he looked to be having trouble. First his head came into shape, then his arms and abdomen, but he was having trouble with his lower half. He whined.
I stepped closer to see what had stopped the transformation, he stepped back.
I glimpsed at his side, a burn, no not just a burn, it was a burn of prodding stick.
