These twisted games (Working Progress)

Riverside occurrences

 Hours have gone by now, the sun's just resting above the boarder of the Forrest. The pain has dulled down from when it happened. I'm exhausted from the long journey. Throat dry. Breathing ragged. I hobble through the Forrest in search of water.  The sound of rushing water is faint but it's there. Excitement rushes through me as I make my way to the river side, the fox walks beside me, leaning down, lapping at the water until it's thirst is quenched. 

He looks at me, blue eyes staring into my hazel ones, we hold our staring contest for a few moments before it cocks its head to the river then back to me , then simply walking away. Stunned by the simple act,I blink, shrugging my shoulders and kneeling down by the flowing river. Looking at my reflection, I cringe at the site, dirty chestnut curls pointing in every direction, leafs and twigs tangled between locks of hair, mud smudged across my cheeks hiding the many freckles that grace my face.

Disheveled is a good word to describe my appearance.  Shaking my head as to try remove some of the forest floor trapped in my hair. Huffing at my futile attempts I Give up after a bit,  cupping my hands together to help scoop some water for me to drink lift my hands slowly trying to keep as much of the water in my hand as possible, sadly it didn't happen and the water just leaks right past my fingers grumbling in annoyance I  brace my hands out in front of me and dunk my head in taking large amount of water in. 

Gasping loudly when my head submerges from the freezing water "not a good idea" I cough out past my chattering teeth. Water dripping from my loose strands of hair, trailing down my shoulders to my back. I continue to gaze at the surface of the water.As I continue to contemplate my predicament, a single black feather floats by on the water's surface, the current guiding it down stream. Quickly patting through my jacket to find my feather, I grab it from within my front pocket, I hold it in my hands out in front of me. What an I going to do now...  Shaking my head of the negative thoughts I Look back at my reflection my hairs drenched but at least the mud and twigs are gone. Yet as I continue to look at waters surface, the color white also occupies the image, thinking it's an over passing cloud I continue to look at my appearance. That cloud must be really big for it to still be over head... confused I take a closer look.

It's the fox's head. But... It shouldn't be that big, or that tall.... Splashes of red decorate the right side of its face,  dilated crystal blue eyes, a sinister grin graces it's face, giving it a crazed and psychotic look. A black leather collar seems to be sewed to its neck, dried blood cover its broad chest. It  begins to raise something over its right shoulder. realization and terror shows across my reflection. IT'S RIGHT BEHIND ME! Swiveling around quickly I see a Fox Hymal swinging a large branch at me. The branch striking me right across the face. The blow so  forceful it knocks me to my side, blackness  starts invading my vision, a warm liquid is running down my face. Blood.  Blinking rapidly in distress I try to rid the black dots lining my vision. Fingers clawing at the dirt below me. Get away.... Now! Do something.... SURVIVE. Reaching out with my left I continue to try crawl away. Heavy steps sound next to me.

 Closer and closer. Gaining in volume. A scream rips itself from my throat, tears flowing down my face as agonizing pain shoots through my out stretched hand. Its jagged black claws pierce through the skin on my hand, its muddy paw continues to add pressure to the hand, resulting in a loud CRACK to be heard, a freash wave of tears makes its way down my face. Slowly I raise me head, looking into its face, black no longer boarders my vision, but invades it. The last thing I see is the fox hymal standing over me giving a sickening cackle as it looks down at me, grin stretching from ear to ear. Lids heavy. Body in pain.

All I see is black.