Branches slaps at his face as he is running, clawing at his skin like a wild cat angered. It leaves open wounds next to scars formed years ago. The pain he felt was refreshing and took his mind away from the cramps and numbness of his legs. His vision is blurry - unable to focus and exausted. He can feel the blood ozing out of him. Droplets of sweat and blood fuses together to form a concoction that falls on the darken earth of the forest bed, leaving behind a trail as he runs. Maybe it is this that allows it to still follow him, but he doesnt know.
'Is it still behind?' he wonders.
Not daring to look back, he quickens his strides further hoping to widen the gap between him and the shadows dancing around him. The rhythm of his breath grew erratic. He could feel the pounding of his heart against his chest and the pain grew more with every step he took. His shirt was plastered to him caked in dirt, sweat and blood. Everything about this boy looked animalistic now as he ran through this maze of trees and vines.
'Is it still there?' he wonders.
The question repeats itself in his mind. It was a question he had asked himself since the running began and yet after years, it remains unanswered. What started out as one became many, and what was many became one. He could no longer tell what it was that was chasing him, no longer knew what it is he was running away from. All he knew was that it was not over.
Once in awhile he would catch a glimps of eyes red as fire, or feel the scaly skin brush against his arms, or the smell of something so foul no comparison can be made. Nothing could describe the horror he felt, nor the fear that grips his heart everytime the creature appears. Hard as he tries, he cant seem to shake off the demons that follow him. Every fiber within his body screams out in protest as fatigue sets in but he knows he has to keep running. It was his past, his present and his future. There was no way out.
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