You slip behind a dumpster, holding your breath as you press away from the stench of the ghastly mouth and the disgusting waste it contains. The shadow grows longer as it nears until the figure emerges. It's not an animal, but it certainly doesn't look human either.
You scoot just marginally out of hiding, curious of such a thing. It walks in a hunched manner, but not in the way like your old neighbor does with a broken back. They walk with a grace like a weeping willow. Long, lissome arms sway with their smooth, rocking gait.
Claws? Are those claws? Shimmering in the moonlight they are. They look more like blades protruding from their fingers.
They're also tall. So, so incredibly tall.
You just want to get... A little... closer....
A shard of glass makes an awful crunch as it breaks underfoot. The thing stops, stiffening. They no longer move like a young limb, but broken like a petrified shard of wood.
The monster turns askin to an enraged animal, claws swinging a wide berth as it turns on you were you remain crouched and trapped between the alley wall and the dumpster.
You catch a glimpse of their hooded face, but you can't take in their features past those red, gleaming eyes.
And then those knife blade claws slash across your face and right through each little vein in your neck.
Game Over
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Futile Trials
AdventureThis is a your choice story. But choose carefully, many of these paths will lead to an unfortunate end.
