I stayed behind him. My eyes were locked on his back and hatchet. I reached out for my knife and pulled it out slowly. I slowed my breathing, so he wouldn't hear me. I waited. And waited. And waited. He did not move an inch. Not even his chest had moved to show signs of breathing. Was he dead? If he was then if I stabbed him nothing would happen. He wouldn't flinch.
I decided to close in on him, and hopefully stab him in a spot that wouldn't kill him, but would put him in enough pain to not attack me. Or move hopefully. I crouched down silently, and adjusted my position, so i could stab him and then run without completely turning around.
I clenched my knife and pulled it out of my hoodie pocket. I raised my arm up only to swing it back down again. I said my prayers and went for the kill. I aimed directly for the back of his hand and sliced through it quickly and had already began to to flee, until I looked at my knife and noticed something. There was no blood. I turned around and saw the hand. There was no blood there either.
I stopped running and stood there in fear. I constantly looked back and to my sides, as well as in front of me. I waited for him to come out of somewhere. I waited and I waited. I almost forgot about it, but then i heard a twig break from behind me. I slowly turned around only to feel my face feel pins and needles. All the blood rushed out of me, but for some reason i started to heat up. I felt my blood rush through my face and body, most notably my face.
I turned around and locked eyes with the man. I held on to my knife for dear life. although i wasn't one to believe god did things for my will, i still prayed. The man had looked furious as he yelled at me screaming with his hatchet in hand. He started to swing while running in places that hadn't been in. He looked like a mad mad, or a child with lots of hatred that finally got a hold of weaponry. I didn't run cause i couldn't risk having my back towards him. I waited till he got near me. He eventually got close enough to me to only be inches away. I swung my knife at him. I missed. He swung his hatchet at me. He missed.
He passed me struggling to slow himself to a stop. I saw a figure i hadn't seen before. The mans back covered it when he ran. It was a tall man. Abnormally tall. Possibly 9 foot tall. He wore a black suit with what seemed to be a white sheet that tightly hugged head. He had no face.
I stared right into where his eyes should have been. All the fear i had experienced before paled in comparison to him. I felt myself fall to my knees. My eyes had been blood shot and in pain, as if needles connected to strings had been stuck in them. I say strings because my eyes had tried to avoid looking at the tall figure. I crouched down and threw up a ghostly white substance. I felt my vision go blurry as my face hit the ground. I had looked at the figure from the ground one last time until i passed out.
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Cliffhanger!
Yup, hope ya'll like it.
- meh😺
