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Run Rabbit Run

I snap my head back behind me to see not a soul in sight... I get really tense and prepare to run at any second. I lift up my camcorder and turn on the night vision, as the filter settles through the trees... I see glowing eyes. My breath climbs down into my throat, there's so many, getting far away from here has become paramount.

I start to back up slowly hyperventilating wildly as the eyes go out of view and I find myself in the town again. I listen carefully to hear silence, where did that Father guy go? I just start heading towards the hut and start to pull on the handle as my night vision is slowly depleting.

The door doesn't move, it's locked, great. I look around to see if I can find anything promising, I eventually just reach down and get a large rock and smash the handle off, not the most elegant way but it'll have to do. I make my way inside and I open the door to see the room full of pictures of children taken from bushes... Some of them have red X's over them and some don't. After closer analysis I notice that the marked ones are the ones who are currently missing. I run my hand across my stomach.

Alisha: I'll make sure you never get taken Angel.

I'm slowly walking backwards as I feel myself step on a piece of paper which has writing upon, I take it and begin to read it, the note is scribbled in scrawled handwriting and looks as if a insane person or a child wrote this.

Note: Stock.

Fresh meat: 8 stacks. Jackpot.

Clothes: Madam McAdam will have to fetch us some new rags.

Wanderers Found: 2.

Side Message: Father has decided who the next true born shall be, manual evolution process will start soon.

What on earth is this? Wanderers? Manual evolution? True born? I put the note in a side part of my bag and turn around to be in sight of a naked man, his body mutilated, covered in scars and his genitals removed and his head a big shaggy mess with dust gripping onto his curls that look in agony due to the tight knots and split ends at the bottom and the cherry on top is the sharp finger nails on its scrawny, dirty fingers.

I open my mouth unsure what to say, the figure is just standing there staring at me with a dead look. I also notice he's gripping a kitchen knife blade without a handle, his own blood dripping down it. As I'm looking at him in silence my night vision dies putting me in complete darkness.

Alisha: Oh no... No please.

I remember I didn't pick up the battery, shit. I put my camera away shaking violently as if I was in the midst of a seizure. I reach into my back pocket and pull out the match box, I grab the match and stroke it once... Nothing. I do it once more bot drop it but quickly pick it back up and successfully strike it while picking up the battery.

The room around me illuminates thanks to the little dainty match and flame. I take a few steps forward lighting up a small area around me to my complete horror see that the mutilated figure is gone. I look around to see nothing nor hear a thing, I start to head in the direction of the tower when suddenly the figure from before is sprinting towards me.

I turn and run around in blind panic hearing rabid breathing and footsteps tracing behind me.

Alisha: NO PLEASE!

My begging and shrieks of terror only seem to amuse the demented fuck as I run with all my might, my calf muscle stretching beyond the natural limit that my body wants to allow. I'm swerving around trees and jumping over logs feeling the psychos hot breath on my neck and I come across a thick stream river and a broken bridge.

I push myself faster then ever before and jump the long gap across the bridge and land on my side just barely scraping the surface of the hard, damp wooden bridge. I quickly stand up and blow my match out and manage to replace the battery in my camera and turn on the night vision to see the silhouette of the psycho walking away twitching.

I exhale letting my body calm down and lean against the railing of the remaining makeshift bridge in an attempt to catch my breath but the railing cracks under my weight and I grip my camera hard as I fall into the water colder then any winter snow could be. The strong current is thrashing me around the water like I was a weightless piece of trash in the wind.

Water fills my lungs as I'm being dragged down the river reaching for anything I can hold onto my hand slipping across rocks and as I'm falling down the river it comes to a drop into another river and I get propelled over the river and slam onto the dirt hard with a thunder like thud.

I roll onto my side and vomit water furiously the taste of salt in my mouth my clothes and hair damp. After I've finished vomiting I gasp for air my body refusing to relax as the pounding sensation in my temples grow. I stand up while grabbing my camcorder while feeling light headed and my body feels heavy and I've lost all sense of direction, I stumble around and but my hand on my stomach.

Alisha: A-Angel?

I feel some kicks and I have a strong sense of relief as I feel my eyes lift and my vision blur as I fall on my back and it all becomes dark.

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