Death's Bitter Embrace (#Wattys2015)

Chapter II: Hunted and Disturbed

"What's it like being on the other end, to be the one being hunted?" The voice says in a loud and distorted, demonic tone.

"Does it feel... Frightening? Because I certainly hope it does, Toby" it thought about its words carefully, I start to ponder, start to question how the voice in my head knew about my harrowing secret, and, how in the world it knew my name. "No way out of this fucking wretched hell bent place" my thoughts of who the voice was and what might happen begin to flurry around my head.

I start to dart around aimlessly searching for a way, all the exits just closed up. I see a dark figure staring at me in the distance, I swiftly do a double take and it's gone "Am I tripping out, did Charlotte spike my drink?" I wonder whilst thinking about the voice in my head. I hear another set of creepy distorted voice-nothing like I have ever heard before-the voices were so loud I crumbled to the ground.

"Save my soul, Toby, you can end this, you can release me from this curse."

The additional voice was contrary to the first one was almost made me faint, it was so loud. It was more creepy and I could hear the pure hatred in its voice.

"Try and escape, try and leave-I have already blocked all the exits, so this should be fun-I dare you to try, go on Toby."

I decide to go with the second voice just because I want to see who, or what it is. I bellow out a roar like a lion rumbling in frustration

"Show yourself, Show yourself so I can end your life right here!" I think to myself after having said that, that will bring it out of hiding.

"If you wish Toby, but you will regret it, you certainly chose the option" it says. As it shows itself I think trying to look for answers, what the hell is this thing. As it comes closer to me I see that its skin is like that of a rotten apricot-black, dried up and hasn't been touched by anyone for a month. The figure stands a weary 5 foot 3 and it hunches over much like the the hunchback of Notre Dame, unlike me standing at 6 foot 8. "What the fuck are you" I exclaim in my mind, shocked to the core.

"I have been sent to kill you Toby, who sent me? Well that's confidential, why? Why you may ask? Because you need to be punished for your crimes, you killed 20,000 people without being caught, don't you think that's a little greedy? He keeps the world balanced, there must be an equal amount to justice and evil, and you, you are tipping it to the wrong side. You must be taught discipline and I, I will be your teacher." It stares its burning white eyes at me, I falter at speaking because I could feel the figure's eyes bore into my skull-much like knives through hot butter.

"so that's you game, huh, trying to kill me, well your going to have to try extra hard because I won't go down without a fight"

It snickers and counters with a ear-to-ear grin and a maniacal laugh.

"All in good time Toby, all in good time, now lets play a game, hide and seek, you hide and I seek, sound fair.. Oh and one more rule-when I find you, I will kill you.

With that it seeps into the ground, I am not one to tremble and wince in fear, but, that was the most chilling experience I have ever had-and that's something coming from a mass murderer. As I start to sprint-beads of nervous sweat charge down my face-once again I find myself darting all over the place to find an exit, they all keep disappearing infront of my eyes, one by one, this time sprinting harder and faster than ever before mainly because of the ambience, it's turning to night, and, I have this fucking demon trying to kill me.

I am now about to collapse from the exhaustion that I have endure for countless hours of galloping and zooming about this horrid place "if I live through this I will-" I think exhaustively as I collapse.