6 June 2012
The forest. My childhood nightmare of that one evening in July. I'd had an argument with my sister, Phoebe, and I'd told her I hated her and that I could care less if she dropped dead right now. After that I ran away and found myself in the forest. While I was here I encountered some very nasty beast- one of which was the Chaser. I was the only prey ever to escape him and he wanted revenge. 10 years later and he still hasn't given up. I later learned, when I returned home, that Phoebe had died in a fatal car crash with my brother- Thomas.
As he emerges from the trees, my heart beats fast. ' don't let him know you're afraid' I tell myself. I staggered up and steadied myself against a tree. This could turn out a whole lot worse than last time.
Then it was silent. Deathly silent. Why was he waiting so long! He raised his hands and then a massive gust of wind shook the forest knocking me off my feet. The floor had mysteriously become a thick mud. How was he doing this? Pain shot through my arm faster than the speed of light. I was becoming more vulnerable as the seconds went by. At least this thine there would be no aftermath.
Would there?
The Chase Part 3 • Opuss № I