Butterfly Effect

Keep running

Every steps that I take, another crack is made. My heart pounding so harshly, my ribs are about to be undone. The icy lake will crack open, and I will die. If not, my cause of death would be made from the animals. Ripping me apart, leaving me to suffer till I see white. Either way, I will not survive. But it doesn't mean that I have to give up right away. So I did the most stupid thing that mankind always pick,—RUN.

The frozen lake made the most sickening sound, giving out a brutal warning. My legs are shaking ever so violently, bones cracking so loudly. Perhaps I was meant not to live? Or else my body wouldn't be in so much pain. The frozen lake let out a harsh vibration, making my legs feel so hopeless. As I ran, the path that I made is no longer there. The ice is breaking. My line of vision is getting blurry, colors swirling around— making odd shapes. Fear is eating me alive, affecting my will to live. But I won't stop, I will keep running till I can see white. I tried not to look down, not wanting to see the beast that will soon erase my existence.

My heartbeat is the only thing I can hear, ringing to my ears till it bleeds. The sound of ice that is being crushed broke my soul. It is too late. I will die. In the name of the lord, let my death be fast. Tears streaming down my skinless cheeks, staining it to the point where it bleeds. My mouth let out an unnatural wail, when a baby is screaming bloody murder from a horror movie. Just as my life flashes before my very own eyes, I was dragged down. White, black, white, black.— that's what my vision is telling me. My body broke in a panic rage, thrashing around. The surface so far away, oxygen is being so close to being zero.

I tried to swim up, kicking my legs so painfully. I open my mouth to let out a inhumane war cry, cold water filling in my lungs. My vision began to turn black, my hearing is no longer the best. I looked around me, just wanting to get this over with. But at last, my worst fear came true. My purple eyes was met with white. The beast. It's staring at me, like I was its meal. I guess, in a way- that I am. I looked the other way, accepting death. Soon the pain begun. Both my arms being pressed together backwards, till it gave out a disgusting pop sound, ripping apart in process.

My legs being crushed slowly to the point where I can't feel a thing. The beast had its claws rise up to my face, 5 inches away from my eyes. My life have flashes before my very own eyes. I was suppose to met with my little sister, it was a brother and sister time. I was going to plan a party for her. I guess it shall be a memory. It's claws was deep inside my chest, crushing my heart. Then I saw white.

Unknown POV: My lungs burns with lust. My breathing quicken. The emotion I feel is warmth. I sat there, watching the poor boy died. If anything, I caused his death. But what's done is done. My only surprise is that the boy didn't cried out for help. Perhaps he knew that he wouldn't survive. My heart pounding so painfully, my mouth soon turn to a smirk. So many deaths, so many missing. Because of my doing. And yet, I am here watching a boy getting eaten alive by the beast, smiling like a schoolgirl. I watched as the beast rips out the body parts. His head was soon in my lap. Eyes wide with tears streaming down, his mouth open as blood stream down from it. It was warm, so I cradle the head. A sadist smile soon turn, a inhumane laughter echoing throughout the forest.