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THREE LONG LIVE EVIL
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He was being chased again.
Ben had grown used to not seeing his invisible assailant for the last few weeks. Feet pounding on a dirt road, with raggedy establishments and smelly factories pumping smoke from its pipes into the already polluted air, jagged street signs, and unrecognizable people lined this pitiful wasteland. He never knew such a place could be conjured from his imagination. His dreams were normally peaceful, something he can easily forget. But not this reocurring one. It was too strange, too real to forget.
The chase had left him scratching his head. Who was chasing him? Why were they chasing him? What did he do that made them so angry? It was all so strange to him. He had never hurt anyone in his life. And he never wants to either. So, why him? He had no enemies, and no bad blood with anyone.
That was until he had caught his first glimpse of who was chasing him. It was a girl, and she could be no older than him. Her hair was the first thing he noticed about her. It was brownish black with many curls, big and voluptuous, wild even. Ben could make out her calculating eye's, her fanged teeth, full lips pulled into a smile that unsettled him, hands with sharp nails that look like they can cut through skin easily, clothes with accidental or purposeful rips, matted with dirt, and greatly disheveled. She looked like she was enjoying herself, enjoying the chase. She was like an apex predator―no, she is the apex predator, and he was her prey.
She was closer than she had ever been. She didn't look at all tired and was gaining speed as Ben started to grow tired himself. Sensing his growing fatigue, the girl uses his weakness against him and pounces. Ben attempts to fight her, but she's too strong. The girl growls aggressively at him, the agitated sounds of a lion emitting from her lips, almost like a warning to not fight her anymore. Turning Ben around, she pins him to the ground on his back, leaving him gasping for air. He can see her eyes dance with excitement at his helplessness.
She cages him with her own body, restraining his arms, and slightly applies pressure on his chest just enough so that he can barely breathe. Wide, scared eyes attempted to identify the girl but failed miserably once she was up close. He had been caught, and he was at her mercy.
