alcrossland
"Help me!" Echoing through the thick, foggy timber, Rachel screams. "Somebody, please, HELP!" Running, panting, she takes one limb after another to the face, as she sprints through the woods. Running at least two miles already, she continues, hoping to find the tree line behind the high school. The lights of the football field becoming brighter, she knows she's almost to safety. "Help me!" Another ten yards, and someone is bound to see her, help her, hold her. Never should a seventeen year old girl, have experienced the horror that she did. Waiving her arms, screaming one more time, "Help m-". A piercing feeling goes through her chest. Looking down, she sees the bloody tip of an arrow sticking out of her stomach. She looks down in disbelief, her hands covered in blood, she falls to her knees. "This is it" she thought as a tear falls slowly down her cheek, "I'm sorry" she whispers, with her parents in mind. The lights, growing dim, the crowd becomes faint. As she looks up, she sees them, the eyes. The eyes, that showed no mercy, no remorse, no soul. The masked figure crouches over her, "hush now, Beautiful" it says calmly, "we'll be home soon."