Random Pieces by me

In the Woods

One minute they were cleaning up their campsite, getting ready to go to sleep in their tent, and the other, Twinn was running as fast as he could, laughing hard as she tried to keep up with him. Straight into the woods he ran, making Cyanne stop dead her in tracks due to fear. She could hear his laugh echoing through the dark thicket, but couldn't see him when she shined her small flashlight into it.

"Twinn Pierce," she barked his name as she stood at the outskirt of the woods, still shining her flashlight around to look for him, "You're a jerk!"

When she didn't hear a reply from him, she rolled her eyes at him and his foolishness, and slightly kicked herself for her fear. Of course, he wouldn't respond to her, he wanted her to come in after him, but it wasn't going to happen. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of her giving into his games.

There was no way in hell she was going in there, and at night too? Not a chance. Even if God himself came down from Heaven and ask her to take his hand and go through the woods with him, she was not going in. She had seen too many scary movies where the protagonist gets slaughtered in the woods that they stupidly ran into, and she wasn't eager to join them.

Instead, she stood there for an hour or so, alone, in the dark. The darkness seemed to encase her, making tension in her body rise as she impatiently waited for her dumb best friend to give up at come out on his own, but he didn't. Owls hooted in the dead of the night, the wind picked up, sending a cold chill down her spine.

Cyanne began to shake, and she wasn't sure if it was from worry or from the sudden chilliness of the night. Either way, she was starting to hate him. When he decided to come out with that stupid smirk on his face, she would definitely wipe it off by giving him a piece of her mind, but this was Twinn she was talking about. He would probably still stifle a laugh as she ranted about him because he always thought everything was funny, but not everything was a game. She wouldn't know what to do if she lost him all because he was playing too much.

"Cyanne," he jolted her out of her thoughts, making her cringe and sending a pain straight to her heart, "Cyanne! Please help me!"

She sped into the woods towards the sound of his voice, forgetting her fear for a moment, but as his voice faded from her ears, she slowed down to catch her breath. Looking around, she hoped to find him, but all she could see was thick, dark tress. Not much later, she felt tears prickling in the back of her eyes, her dry throat chocking out his name. If anything happened to him, she wouldn't be able to forgive herself.  Slowly, the more she stood there, she realized that it was probably all apart of his scheme to get her into the woods with him.

God, how she hated him.

All she wanted to do was to get out of there, but her fear of  being in the woods overwhelmed her sense of direction, forcing her to slowly creep in a way that she thought was the direction of the campsite. She tried to keep herself calm, but she heart wouldn't stop racing.

The trees seemed to come alive as the cold wind blew, making their bare branches move like arms, the mood casting frightening shadows through them and onto the ground in front of her. The fallen, autumn leaves crunched loudly under her feet with each step she took, causing her hands to sweat from being nervousness and rising tension low in her stomach.

She happens to stumble across a pathway that branched into two different directions. Neither of them look like they lead to the campsites; the first one was completely dark, most likely concealing unpleasant surprise for her, while the other is headed towards a less woodsy part of the woods and towards what sounded like a running stream. Cyanne sighed, knowing that her tent was no where near water. She was going to turn around and go in the opposite direction of the two paths, but she feels something watching her.

Her throat went dry as a unsettling knot tied in her stomach, she was trying her best to focus and listen to the things around her. Call it a sixth sense or whatever you want, but something in the back of her head told her to run, and as soon as she did, something growled and began to chase her.

Her sound of her heart pounded into her eardrums as she ran as fast as she possibly could, jumping over logs, sliding down hills, all while handling the burning sensation in the back of her throat that was urging her to hurl, but she wouldn't dare, not here and definitely not now. The only problem was that she was running farther and farther into the woods and she was getting tired.

The whole time she forced herself not to look back, but she wondered if it was the just Twinn, trying to scare her, trying to pull a prank on her. When she looked back, still running, she saw no one there, but there was a moving shadow gliding across the ground.

As soon as she stopped, the shadow stopped and hissed before it reached out for her leg and began to drag her along the ground.
Cyanne didn't know what to make out of it. There was no one around her, yet there was a shadow and it was dragging her. How do you get out of the grasp of someone who isn't physically grabbing you?

She couldn't figure it out, and was forced to follow it no matter how much she struggled and screamed out to Twinn. It brought her to a clearing, filled with nothing, but leaves and another body.

Twinn.

The sight of his motionless  body made her stifle a scream, letting her tears flow free from her eyes. He didn't seem to be bleeding or seemed to have struggled, but his eyes were petrified, open wide, completely lifeless, but capturing his final emotion as if he was frozen.

She didn't know what was going to happen to her, but the shadow stopped dragging her when she laying right next to her dead best friend. All was quiet as she shed one final tear before the shadow attacked her full on, slowly ripping her shadow from her being.

Her screams echoed until there was nothing, but the sound of the wind in the trees. The forever hungry shadow would be lurking for its next victim. Waiting in the woods.