Never Escape: Habit

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I am running through the woods. My lungs and legs burn like crazy and pain creeps up my body. But I keep going. I have to, because Habit's right behind me. He stops running after a minute and then he teleports in front of me.

I scream as I plow into him.

He grabs me by the arms and turns me around so I'm looking at him. He presses me against a tree, his hot breath touches my neck as he steps so close to me that our bodies are touching.


"You're excited, Rabbit."

"Get off me you freak!" I hiss. I knee him in the groin and take off running. He grabs my hair and yanks me to the ground hard. I cry out and fall over as he pulls me down.

"You've pissed me off, Rabbit," he says quietly.

"My name is not Rabbit."

I lash out at him, trying desperately to get free of him, but then I am thrown into the air and knocked down hard. I look up at him as he stands over me and smiles. I look at the darkness in his eyes, and it sends chills down my spine as I make eye contact with him.

"I don't care what your fucking name is. You're dead any ways."

"You are not going to kill me," I say. "You need me to get to Evan, Jeff, and Vinny."

"Do I now?" He bends over me and grins. "I don't think so."

I get up and scramble into a run. I hear Habit sigh loudly and then chase after me. He is practically cackling as he chases me close behind. I keep going, not giving him a chance to hurt me.

"Leave me alone!" I shout as he finally grabs me by the arm and slams me against a tree.

"You can't run from this. You never could. It's in your blood, you can't hide from me," he says.

"Nice evil monologue," I growl.

"You're not making it out of here," he says.

"If I'm going down, I'm going down kicking and screaming and covered in your blood."

"You could never make me bleed, little Rabbit."

He then comes at me again and grabs my wrist before I can flee. Habit then draws a knife out and presses it to my throat. I look at him. He looks evil and insane at the moment. A dangerous mixture indeed.

"Have you made your peace?"

"I die a free woman. See you in hell."

He laughs. "I don't care how you die. And neither do your friends." And then he stabs me.

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