The Shadow

I don't write stories, don't be too harsh.

Pant. Pant. Pant. He was catching up. Shadows were shrouding my view, and I could only see a few metres ahead. But I could t stop. His footsteps were trailing my path. I my vision expanded forwards, I came to see my fear; a dead end. I turned around, hands on knees and out of breath, as the strange man approached showing no trace of emotion.

"Please," I pleaded, " what have a done to deserve this?". His response was nearly to lower his head and raise his hand. "PLEASE, I HAVE FAMILY, A LIFE. LEAVE ME ALONE!". I was hysterical now, screaming at him as if it would make a difference. His hand was trembling now. I tried to make a last feeble plea, but my windpipe folded inwards. I tried to move towards him, but with a sickening crunch my legs shattered. At the last second my windpipe relaxed, but only to allow me to scream a horrible, pain-driven scream as the shadows burst from his hand and engulfed my body.