I tripped very quickly and groaned in pain. I felt the jolt of my leg hitting a rock of some sort. He came after me faster and I got up. "Please, stop!", I wailed then groaned again. I tried to run away but I couldn't with my leg injury. He got closer because I felt my eyes change form. "You must be her!", he bellowed then evilly laughed. I looked back but all I saw was the stone gray walls and some stones. The ground was muddy, making running even harder. He wasn't following me close so I took a deep breath and walked down the silver corridor. I saw the barred doors with dead bodies inside. This prison hasn't been touched in years so I wasn't surprised to feel all the people who I recognized. The people who went to hell with Satan.
I kept limping, my legs wobbling and shaking from fear and pain, from him. I passed an open jail cell then stopped with a skid. I ran into the cell and stared at the emptiness. I was surprised at how lonely the cell felt. I couldn't feel a presence. I sat in the corner and weeped quietly. I swallowed hard as I heard the wind coming from him.I could feel him getting closer. My eyes changed to a dark crimson and I looked down. I would have to be very quiet to escape him. He was sneaky and persistent. His breath was loud and I heard him creep up to my cell. I curled up to cover my eyes and he walked by me. I blinked hard in my arms and swallowed once more. I listened intently for his breath or steps. All I heard was the pitter-patter of water dripping from pipes.
I stood up and breathed a sigh of relief. My heart raced and I looked around my cell. My eyes turned normal and I brushed my black hair to the side. I tried to manage a smile but I was a little too traumatized. My breath was staggering and my body shivered. My pale face felt flushed but I couldn't really tell if it actually looked that way. I bit my soft lips and walked out of the cell. My arms shivered so I hugged myself intently. I wondered where he went. Where did Satan go?
I welcomed myself to another cell and knelt to a dead body. It was a male. He was rotting and his flesh had decomposed but I could tell he was young. Only a few thousand years old. I was three thousand years old. I'm still in school, in what the humans call "High School". I reached out to touch his body and held his hand. It was soothing and cold. I've always felt heat and evil. Satan cursed me. I smiled weakly at the corpse and shook my head so my hair could fold back. My hair had a tendency to fall over my face and my parents have always told me it's rude to have hair over my eyes when interacting with others. I giggled and rubbed the man's hand. I shook my head and stood up, slowly letting go of the young man's hand.
I walked out of the cell and walked the way I came from. Satan was gone and I quickly walked down the hallway. I shivered again then walked home..
* * *
"Hello, dear! Are you ok? You look a little sick.", mother exclaimed. I plopped onto our yellow couch next to our door. I reached for the remote but it wasn't there. "Sweety, did he find you again?" I nodded right after my mother spoke. In our community it was very rude to interrupt when someone else was talking. Being rude was basically forbidden until 16. When someone turned 16 they lost most rules they had to follow. It was a thing I am looking forward to when I turn 16. "He chased me in the abandoned prison..." My eyes sagged and my mother looked worried. She walked up to me and looked me in the eyes. Her beautiful blue eyes and pretty brown hair were the only things I looked at. She smiled at me with her bright teeth and I weakly smiled back. "Why would you go to the prison? You know it's not safe!", mother said angrily while still maintaining a smile. I felt Satan trying to make me angry but I held reins. I looked around at our pretty wooden house. We worked so hard on keeping our house. My father works everyday to make sure we can pay for the house.
"I didn't want to be at the prison! I was being chased by Satan! You know how that turns out, right?", I stood up and leaned over in sincerity. My mother held her hands out in defense. Immediately her fingers curled and came back to her sides. "I didn't want to upset you, darling! I was just wondering!", mother walked away and continued cooking a turkey. I liked turkey.
