My feet pound against the hard ground below the worn soles of my boots. I can feel the sweat pouring in thick beads that sting as they trail down my face. I look back. It's a mistake I realize too late, and my eyes widen as I see a huge brute demon chasing after me with knives in his hands. I jump up as I see he tries to throw one at my leg. I look back to where I'm heading so that I don't run into anything. I feel my thin shirt clinging to my skin from all the sweat that has accumulated on my body from running for so long. My legs feel like jello and my thighs are burning with each step that hits the ground. I'm surprised I'm still on my feet, and am proud that I've lost most of the demons so far trying to reach my one safe place.
I lost 4 out of the 5 so far, but this one I just can't seem to loose. The street I'm running on is dark and abandoned, no one is there. Well, no humans that is. Which is a good and a bad thing.
Good part? No one's going to get hurt by the demon.
Bad part? I can't get help.
I close my eyes tightly trying to take away the burn from the sweat pouring in my eyes. I breath hard, and wipe the sweat off my forehead quickly as I see a dark alley between two abandoned houses.
That's my new target.
I sprint towards it, pushing myself to keep running and scream at the voices telling me to look back.
I'm about 10 feet away from my target, when I feel a piercing pain in my left calf. I scream and collapse to the ground, hard.
I hear loud, thunderous footsteps coming closer and closer. I try to get up, but my legs won't move an inch. Plus, black spots are starting to cloud my vision. I shake my head trying to stay awake, as I reach down to my leg. I wince as it hurts, and I pull the knife out of my leg quickly and swiftly.
I feel my tears running down my face along with my sweat. I look back to the front when I see huge muddy boots right in front of my face.
I gasp, and look up to see the demons ugly, snarling face looking down at me. And just as I see him swing his leg back, I hear a familiar voice.
"Don't. She's already bruised. Let's just get her back to her cell."
I groan as I look to the far left, seeing my dad in his suit with his arms folded across his chest looking disappointed in me. Once again.
