The thing By Aiden Reischel

The thing By Aiden Reischel

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Faster faster I was telling myself. I had a bullet in one leg and another in my arm. Blood was dripping from my head and I was coughing up blood. Don't stop, don't stop I was telling myself. I have to go faster and keep moving. Then I fell. I just fell down. Get up, get up. If I don't get up then that thing will get me. That thing. It had to be at least 15 feet tall. Get up and keep moving, I was telling myself. So I got back up and kept moving. It was 6:45 right now and the sun was starting to set. I have to find somewhere to sleep for the night or that thing will get me. I started up a hill, then... then I saw it. That thing. It was just staring at me. I didn't dare breathe. Not even blink. That thing just stared at me. Then I made my move. I turned around and started running the other way. Then I heard that thing make a strange noise. It was like a human screaming. Then I heard footsteps. Big ones.
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Runaway

I've been on the run for three years. I'm not the first, but I certainly won't be the last. For as long as I can remember, I had been experimented on, drugged to the brink of insanity, and tortured by someone I thought was my family. Boy, was I wrong. This isn't one of those stories where I suddenly get a huge boost of courage and defeat the bad guys then live happily ever after. I don't believe in that stuff anymore. Instead, I was a coward, and ran for my life, for my freedom, because I was too afraid to stand and fight and risk losing control like the monster they had created me to be. I've been too many people, have moved too many times. Now, I wonder if I will finally be able to find a place to call home... I won't allow myself to be captured before I even have a chance at that. Because if do, I'm as good as dead. © Sweetslover8 ~August 26th, 2013 ***Please note that the following is a work of fiction. Any names, events or occurrences of any kind coinciding with real life are purely coincidental.***

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