Winter Doom

Winter Doom

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Prologue The soft snow brushes against my pale face. Why tonight, of all nights he picks tonight. I sit on the frostbitten bench staring into the full moon waiting for him. I hear footsteps. I bite my lip wondering who it is. I turn to see his olive washed face ruined with a cut so deep I could see his bone. Tears fall from my eyes as I move my hand to caress his wounds. ‘What the hell happened to you?’ I scream. All I hear is silence; all I see is his soft brown eyes wondering the same thing. ‘It was him, I saw him, it was…’ A menacing growl cuts him off. I grab his hand and start running. I just run with nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. I don’t know how to explain what is going on. So I will start from the beginning. A/N; This story was on my old account which no longer exists
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My hand slaps against my mouth as I try to shut myself up. Don't make too much noise...or he'll hear you. A vehicle's door opens then slams shut. I don't hear footsteps...but as the minutes go by I begin to hear them; the footsteps get louder and louder and louder, matching the sound of my thundering heart. That's when I see his shadow cast over the ditch...over the place where I tried to hide. "Well," he says with a smile in his voice. "I wonder where he could've gone...the footprints stop here...so I wonder if he just...disappeared?" My body begins to tremble. I can feel it now. The pain. I can feel the pain already. He jumps down into the ditch...he stands directly in front of me, with his back facing me. My hand presses harder against my mouth as I try to suppress my whimper, but it's way too late now. But his body tenses up when he hears it. He laughs bitterly as he turns around slowly, and his eyes cut through my camouflage easily. "There you are."

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