There Are So Many Sides To One Face

Chapter 3

  'I ran as fast as I could. I just tried to get away. All I thought about was running away from his grip. I noticed a tree a few feet ahead. So I decided to pick up a few stones at the same time that I was running.  I then put them in my pocket and kept running and dodging out of his sights.  Finally, I had made it to the tree a minute after. I then climbed to the top as fast as I could without making a sound. Then I threw a few stones in the opposite direction of which I came from, to try and put him off guard. Then I seen him running that way, so he must've fell for it.

  Then I quietly shimmied my way down the tree and looked to make sure it was completely safe to run in the direction I wanted to. So I ran towards this town that I had seen earlier when I was running.

   I couldn't believe that I had been running from him for over an hour. I swear it's almost as if I had been running all day. I had hid a few times,  but I had to eventually move incase he had came back my way. Considering the way he was made. Or shall I say built.

  He was broad shouldered, with dark red eyes, he had two sharp teeth for canines like a vampire might have. Just he wasn't a vampire. He had a very deep and creepy voice when he yelled. it was a voice full of hate, rage, and viciousness. His hair was scene styled (guy wise) which covered part of his left eye. Half of his mouth was as if it had been sliced open to his cheek almost a few inches from his ears and had been partially stitched up. He had stitches all over his hands, with sharp nails on one hand like a tigers paw might be. He had a knife in his back pocket. Well more like a switch blade.

  Looking at him straight in the face had scared me each and every time. For it wasn't just the dark blood shot red eye color it was his big pupils. The pupils in his eyes weren't normal at all. Not that he already was, but they were more of a white, like a pit less, empty, no soul kind of white. I didn't think he had one to begin with.

  I had run for more than five minutes when I had heard something nearby. So I ducked down near a bush and looked through to see what it was. Turned out to be some car passing by. I then got up again,  and crept to the other side of the road since it was quite in the open. but was still dark, dreary, and just about as unseen. But I still didn't want to take any chances of him seeing me again.  All I wanted to do was get away. It seemed impossible to do, considering he was in every nightmare,  every backstabbing moment I was asleep.

   As soon as I got to the other side completely. I had picked up full speed again. I had no intentions of getting caught by him. He might just torture me completely this time. Unless this is his way of playing a game. Or even trying to torture me. Torture me by having me run all day long. And syke me out completely,

  Maybe he's trying to get me to lose my mind. Either way I will not get caught by him. For he could do anything at all.

  I turned my head back and forth as I ran trying to make sure he wasnt right behind me.

  My ankle throbbed as I took each step. My feet had become bkistered and bloodied a few hours ago but I was able to ignore the pain, until now. I had a few more cuts and bruises on my hands, which had came from falling and scraping them a few times. As well as climbing up the tree and dodging his or more like "its" damn blade.

  It was as if the blade had been dipped in something toxic. For the blade had stung and burned way more than that of the average.

   Then I heard it. I heard the silent but loud enough to hear, tisking sounds of which meant what I knew no other than. He was in a disappointed mood with me, and that only led to one sometimes two or three things.. He would try to do something that in his way seemed like he was being flirtatious, in a rough and teasing manner. Or he would only get even more pissed off than before. Or even the classic torture me like hell..