I heard it before I saw it. I turned around and did the only thing I could think of doing: 𝘐 𝘳𝘢𝘯.
I ran and did not look back because I thought it would slow me down.
I could hear the sound of a Dicktalon hot on my heels.
This monster was elusive. And most folks were glad for it-The less it reared its head the better-But on an unlucky day, you might see it looming atop a lonely windswept moor.
And if you saw it...You were as good as gone.
It exhaled death.
Its thick-scaled body stained with blood, blue eyes gleaming for its next victim: 𝘔𝘦
I knew running wouldn't do any good, but it was all I could think of doing.
My mind felt like it came to a halt, only having the thing I loved flash through my mind: Lucas, my brother that loved me dearly and would swap places with me within a heartbeat; My father, and what he would do after the death of me.
I still had so much to live for.
Fate always had its way of slapping me in the face. It stung like hell. My thoughts were disrupted as unbearable pain ripped through my shoulder.
I cried out.
𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦?
I tripped over a root and cured out aloud at myself. My tears were the downfall of me. I crawled, not caring my knees were bloody and bruised. I yelped one again as sharp stabs dug into my skin.
I tried to wiggle my way out but made everything worse.
Shouting for help, it felt as if everything slowed down, and only whispers sounded through the empty place.
𝘖𝘩 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.
𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺.
I opened my eyes. A blurry figure perched on top of me scraping my guts out.
I choked back on my own blood that filled my lungs and eventually my mouth.
Why couldn't I die a quick death?
I bawled out again.
𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘦.