The Boy and His Unicorn

A cold winter day (Him)

It was a cold winter day, the sun was out, and without a cloud in sight, the sun was able to cast its full rays onto the glimmering snow.

A young man, named Isaiah, walked calmly through the snow, he was dressed appropriately for the weather, his girlfriend made sure of that.

He had been rudely awakened that Saturday morning with a pillow to the face, followed by an excited voice yelling that it had snowed and he needed to get up right now so they could go outside. Needless to say, he did not get up right then and his girlfriend fought with him for twenty minutes before giving up and go out on her own. She sent a text telling him where she'd be, and to wear appropriate clothes or she'll put snow down his pants.

An hour later his girlfriend hadn't come back, so Isaiah begrudgingly got up, got dressed, and began his walk through the mini-forest near the neighborhood.

Following his girlfriends' instructions, he made it to their favorite spot, expecting to find her there, sitting in a tree, or making a snowman, but she wasn't there. He looked around, thinking maybe she was hiding, her footprints were there, but there were so many you couldn't tell which way she could have gone.

The spot was a small clearing, a spot for two or three one-person tents, it had been abandoned after they built the town nearby, but it was still a good place to get away. The trees were all dead, their brown branches hosting a small balcony for the small amounts of snow lucky enough to land on them.

Upon closer inspection, there was a small, sad attempt of a snowman near a tree, it had been trampled on, destroyed beyond repair.

Isaiah continued to look around, his hands in his pockets, the gloves didn't really help keep out the cold. He scanned the area two more times before giving up. Sighing, he watched as his breath floated, joining the rest of the air. Walking back towards the house, he stopped when he heard the crunching of snow behind him.

Isaiah quickly turned around, expecting it to be his girlfriend sneaking up on him, but she was nowhere to be found. Confused, he looked around.

"Baby! I know it's you!" Isaiah shouted.

No reply.

Then he heard a faint sound of a crunch in the distance. He swiftly took off towards the noise, determined to find it supposed source. Chasing the sound of someone is a lot harder than chasing a person you can see, Isaiah had to stop and listen every once in a while to hear which way the noise was going.

After a few minutes of chasing, Isaiah gave up, he wasn't one for physical activity, and today wasn't going to change that.

"Okay! I give up! You win! Can we just go inside now? It cold." Isaiah shouted.

Faintly, he heard the crunching of snow, getting closer and closer, but the closer it got, the more irregular it sounded, almost like whatever walking towards him didn't have two legs, but four.

Confused by the extra footsteps, he stood his ground, his girlfriend had probably just brought a friend along. As the footsteps got closer, Isaiah could see a figure in the distance, and it did not look like his girlfriend or even one of her friends. It was way too tall, and there were no arms!

Slowly, Isaiah began to back up, keeping an eye on the weird inhuman figure in the distance. Glancing back behind him to make sure he didn't run into any trees, Isaiah backed up as fast as he could, trying to be quiet as possible. His attempts failed, as the figure started to speed up too.

Now frantic, Isaiah speed up, turning around to run forward, no longer caring about where the figure was, as long as it was away from him. Hoping to delay the inevitable, Isaiah pushed himself as hard as he could, going faster than he ever had before. But the figure was still gaining on him with ease.