Sombre Thoughts

The Beast

I never thought about how I would die, but as I ran frantically through the woods I knew that my end was near. I sense it coming for me, The Beast. It's catching up. I hear the wolves howling in the distance, they too fear its wrath. The trees bend to make way for its passing. The wind calls to me, it tells me I will not survive. I will not survive. It slowly fades away.

I run on wet ground, it still smells of a rain that was poured down. Candice Creek becomes vicious. The stream where Candice Walters died. It smells like death. It taunts me. It begins to rain once more. My heart races faster and faster with each step. It overwhelms me. As the rain falls harder, I begin to slow down. I taste the watered-down sweat from my brow. 

I've been running for what seems like hours. I feel my knees buckle and suddenly fall to the ground, but I quickly recover and continue running. The Beast draws nearer.

I continue to slow down as my feet begin to feel as though they're being swallowed by the Earth. I feel as though I'm being sucked in, like I'm running in quicksand. The wind is strong and blows ferociously and the trees shed their leaves and become bare. The leaves band together and all begin to pelt down onto me, like bullets. The lightning strikes. It moves closer and closer, but The Beast is not rattled and continues on. The impelling shadows distract me by drawing me into their vague realm. 

As the moon begins to penetrate through the storm clouds, The Beast lets out a blood-curdling screech. Finally, I feel sharp claws pierce into my leg. I feel the blood drain out of my body. It drags me into the darkness and I let out a scream, but to no avail. No one would hear me. 

I was lost to The Beast.