Run through the forest. Twisted... Trees with snake like vines choked him. His breath came out in a hiss. Left, right, left and right. Speed. Agility. His feet pounded on the soft mossy floor for hours until, exhausted, famished and parched, he began to see things. Dark shadows out of the corners of his eyes. Break it's neck. Crack. Stamp on its ribs. Crunch. The young boy of only twelve had no breath left for a scream. A shape flitted in between the trees. Or was it just his imagination? His vision was fogging over. Breathe... in and out. Regain composure and walk. The shape seemed to follow him with tentative curiosity, driven by hunger, thirst and pain in which he felt also. A whisper, so quiet he could have conjured it up from the mystical palace his mind was encased in. It came from over... Look left. Look right. Paranoia was slowly creeping in. He stopped. Listened. He listened for too long. Perhaps if he had moved a second earlier it would have missed him. The thing that flew through the air. Bam. He was on his back. Hands grabbed his throat. A blood curdling exhalation of air was too close to his ears. Not his own. The breath made the air steamy and clouded his vision further. The hands pushed down harder until the beasts fullest weight was upon him. Just like the young boy he killed without mercy, he too had no breath left to scream. He felt weak, lightheaded, the blood drained from his face.
