3 May 2012
As I ran down the blackened corridor my heart pounded like a caged beast the realisation that my pursuer was a breath behind me was all too real, my legs carried me through the corridor and out into the night franticly looking for a place to hide in the car park I find that all hope is lost. Not a car nor a dumpster to hide behind just a wide empty space a black sky and my attacker now behind me, what to do? Nothing now but face my fate, death? Or worse? the dark night breathing cold against my face a brisk cold that under any other circumstance I wouldn't face without a coat, but no time to think about winter apparel my death awaits me the dark abyss or freedom from this nightmare. I turn to face my fate put out my facade that I not fear my penultimate hour and see my attackers face for the first time and I see nothing but a black hole sucking away my soul, his to take but mine to break I must fight this pulling away, franticly thrashing my arms about trying to get a purchase on his jacket to fling my self backward sweet relief, I kick back wards and fly into the air, but I refuse to stop ascending up wards at an alarming rate I see the man on the ground getting smaller and smaller my heart beat slows and I unclench my fists. Slowly I turn to my head and notice two muscular tattooed arms encasing my chest I follow them upwards and see his bearded face, a flood of calm fills my body but for all I know he could be another enemy and yet I feel so relaxed then it dawns on me when I see his wings... I am dead.
If you managed to stick with this then thank you! I realise my writing skills aren't as good as most of you intelligent and imaginative humans but it's just a little story that came to mind so I thought I'd post it here and see if you guys liked it, all criticism good or bad is welcome thank you for your time.
Cold • Opuss № I