FAUX REALITIES

CANNIBAL

Running.

I was running, I could feel sweat trickling down my spine, I was scared. Why was I scared? Why was I running? I tried to stop running but I couldn't every nerve in my body screamed for me to run from the unknown danger that's stalking me like a shadow, hunting me in a manner a predator hunts its prey. Long story short, I was scared shitless.

Suddenly I was slammed against a wall that maneuvered unexpectedly in front of me from behind. I wanted to look back, tried to look back but a hand was clasped rigidly against my head holding it on place, preventing me from looking back.

I was slammed against the wall repeatedly with lungful of air escaping with every movement, every motion, everytime I was slammed against the wall. I just wanted it to stop, the never ending pain to stop. As if my thought was heard the slamming stopped, then I felt hot tongue lick the sweat and blood off me making me cringed inward unable to move or make a sound before I was turned to look my attacker in the eye.

He had long blond hair that was probably dyed and pushed off his forehead leaving him half bald. He had a crazed look in his eye as if looking at a spicy steamy pizza. He lifted his hand to trace the blood that had been spilled when he slammed me repeatedly.

I cringed away from the contact and watched from the corner of my eye as he licked his finger. Then it dawned on me, he was going to fucking eat me! Then i remembered where I'd seen him, why he looked so familiar, why I'd been scared, why my brain and subconscious had yelled at me to run for my life.

Tears slipped down my eyes as I thought about the end, about my life and everything I've ever held dear even the crush that kept giving me mixed signals. Subconsciously I was shutting down, saying goodbye resigning to my faith when all I wanted to do was fight until I breathed my last breath.

Don't give up, I don't want to, I wouldn't, I can't give up and I won't give up. The mental re-vigoration seemed to boost my morale, feeding me with strength to fight against the fate I've been dealt. I didn't want to die like this, I still wanted to have four kids with a Calvin Klein model as a husband.

Slowing opening me eyes I looked at my attacker who's face was transfixed on mine and a smile slowly spread across his face, he knew I was going to fight him that I wasn't going to go down without a few blood from him as well and he was contented with that. That seemed to satisfy him that and made me weary at the same time.

He moved closer with his hands on my throat not quite choking me but keeping me In place as his breath fanned my face reeking like a broken down refrigerator containing spoilt meat and made me feel like throwing up, then inhaled deeply then started to move back his eyes representing a gleeful emotion.

Within his lax state I made a run for it and he cackled after me, he fucking cackled!

I kept running although I was short of breath I kept running, taking stairs two at a time but I never seemed to stop. The halls never seemed to end until I realized I'd been going in a circle continuously. This made me stop momentarily and look around me, he wasn't chasing after me like I'd thought he was strolling casually and I made a run for it dashing into a room.

I crouched under a table drawing in oxygen in fast inhales through both my nose and mouth whilst watching the door. Everythingwas remotely calm and the only sound was the thumping of my heart against my ribs.

Suddenly the hair at the back of my neck prickled and cold shivers ran down my spine in double time slowly I turned around In my fetal position to stare directly into his smiling eyes.

Before I could get the scream out of me I was yanked up by the hair hitting my forehead against the table in the process. The door opened and then I realized that there was two of them and by being careless I'd ducked into a room, actually the kitchen where the second was.

They communicated somehow which was beyond me and I suddenly found myself tied to the ceiling with my hands above my head dizzy my vision was blinded by the blood sipping from my head.

I heard them moving around until he was suddenly in front of me sniffing I tried to shy away but I was bound in place he cackled at my fruitless attempt before releasing the chain that bound me to the ceiling. I was deposited on the kitchen mantle my blood loss leaving me defenseless. Once again I was bound to the mantle restricting my movement,one stood beside me cackling the other moved to my feet with sinister smile on his face and that's when I saw the chainsaw.

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Hope it's not too freaky. It was only a dream