You run. There's nothing more you can do.
You run for your life, from the one thing you knew would get you in the end.
You hear one of your former comrades yell, "Get the Sacrifice! We must have the Sacrifice!" And then footsteps coming your w.
You pick up the pace, unable to see anything but a small path set straight in front of you, illuminated only by the pale, grainy moonlight. Lungs burning, you force yourself faster, faster still.
The people behind you get closer, tailing you almost at your feet.
"Why was this happening?" Was the only thing you could think.
Wesley made you come. That satanic freak. He said it would just be a party, and that everybody would be there... including that crush of yours. Then he pushed you in the car, drove to some place in the woods, and dragged you through the trees to some candle-lit section where a bunch of kids were sitting, a pentagram drawn on the rocks in red paint marker.
Or at least, you thought it was paint marker.
"COME BACK, SACRIFICE! LUCIFER WILL BE PLEASED! MERCIFUL!"
You told him to shove something in a place where the sun doesn't shine and pushed harder through the woods.
Well, you did until you tripped on a protruded tree root. Your face hit the dirt in a matter of slow seconds. Like somebody hit the slow motion button on their computer right when you started to fall. You felt rocks dig into your skin at every angle, and it took a minute for your dazed mind to get back in the game. But once it was set back in the scene, you stood as quickly as possible and ran until you found yourself at Wesley's car.
You tried to get in, sobbing hysterically, but the door wouldn't budge.
You cursed the satanic you came with and someone grabbed you from behind. You screamed and thrashed but whoever held onto you was too strong.
Then suddenly, you realized it was your best friend Maxwell.
"Jesus, Maxwell! What're you-"
"Shh, Lucifer will be happy."
"Oh, not you too..."
He hit your head against the wall and you fell unconscious.
You never woke up.
