The moon hangs in the sky, a round luminous ball of white, the only thing to guide me as I pushed through the waist high grass. Hidden thorns slice my legs. Rain sprays on my face, every drop stings and blinds my vision. Thunder cracks, deafening for a split second and then a streak of lightning explodes across the sky, glowing. In the distance I hear a dog howl, a painful howl that gives me the shivers. And then...quiet. Just as it started it stops. The sky is plain, black clouds trembling with power. The grass is still and upright. No wind or rain. Just me standing in the middle of nowhere dripping wet, freezing cold. My heart is pounding against my frail ribs. And even though I breathe I can’t seem to get enough air. I spin around, panting and wondering where I am. And then I see him, 6’4, cloaked in black. Oh. My. Gosh. He comes closer and closer, a silent swish of his cloak with every step. I know there is no point running, he will always be right behind me. Then finally he is here. I can smell him, fresh mint and sort of a sweet sugar smell. Standing still my heart tries again to escape, pounding against its cage. I feel an icy shiver runs up my arms and takes my breath away (and not in the good way). Slowly I turn and see his pale hands, almost frozen, touching my skin. Then I see his eyes. Oh his eyes, bright blue. Almost like they are full of electricity and about to snap. Maybe they will. Maybe I should give up, go with him. It would be so easy and I feel myself giving in to him. NO!!! He is manipulating me I know it. But before I can pull away he grins and pulls back his hood.
I feel myself lick my lips then grab his hand. What?! I can't control myself. I try to run away but my body takes a step closer, and snuggles into his cloak! NO! I can't scream, I feel my head tilt up and I have no choice but to look at his face. It is like I'm watching from inside while another part of me works. That's excactly what it's like. But it's not just a part of me. It's powerful and dark. Burning with emotions; jealousy, hate, envy. She needs...something. I won't give it to her. He leans down towards me. No, her. He wants her. As if reading my thoughts he says, "I want you." That's it! I focus on my body, what it is like to move and breath in...and out. To run away.
I'm off. With power I didn't know I had, I sprint. I feel the darkness tumbling off me and into the night. My legs start to burn, I force myself to turn around. I can see him, a tiny black shadow surrounded by a billow of darkness, his cloak. Wow, I have gone so far. I hear a toot. The road! I made it. Ignoring the pain I drag myself a bit further and reach the sparkling highway. Piercing gold beams blind me as I flop onto the sharp concrete. I think he starts to pull over, my eyes burn and start to close. He isn't pulling over, in fact, he is speeding up. It's too late, I tell myself as my heart starts to race and my body flinches. You have never truly lived until you are almost in the hands of death. So as my eyes close softly I have never felt more alive.
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Observer
FantastiqueShe looks over. At me? I can't be sure. But there she is. Maybe she is right. Maybe we all change. And now that she is here I remember. Everything that was stolen, my heart, my memories. I almost feel...Human. That is it. A new beginning. I wish...
