The Scream

The Scream Faster, faster, she can't stop running. Somewhere behind
her, she hears a noise and makes the mistake of turning her head to see
what it was before her body slams into the ground. It all started
with?no, mustn't think that. Must never remember that. Pushing herself
up from the ground she begins her flight once again. Faster, faster,
she can't stop running. The ground is soggy beneath her feet and it
becomes harder to lift them as her Skecher trainers become clogged with
thick, viscous mud. The smell of her surroundings, damp, humid, sweet
and musky remind her of where she is. Blood Devil Swamp. The cypress
trees lean towards her, their arms reaching for her, wanting to take
her into their hearts and down into their hell. Keep running. Must not
stop. A puddle under her foot turns into the beginnings of a pool and
she turns abruptly dashing forward in an attempt to keep up with the
fast disappearing light. The sun was running away from the hellish
place that she was held in and without its warmth and light, she would
surely die. This thought spurred her on and her pace quickened once
more. A crash in the undergrowth near her causes her to cry out in fear
and tears welled in her dark brown eyes when the realisation entered
her brain that her cry would pinpoint her location to the monster that
followed her. The tears refused to stop and she gave up her run for a
moment aware that every second was precious and to halt for one moment
would give it chance to catch up. But still the tears flowed from her
eyes and they dripped from her chin onto a ground that was already too
saturated to take more moisture. Sobs wrenched her body and it hurt to
breathe as the tense muscles struggled to cope with the grief filled
contractions that produced more pain?more sadness. Another thunderous
sound in the forest surrounding her caused her to jump and a new
feeling was evoked in her. A feeling of intense survival and she began
to run again until the sound that had caused this; her fear and flight.
A scream, a blood-chilling, spine-freezing scream filled the humid,
heavy air around her and the hairs on her arms and neck rose despite
the warm air. It lingered in the atmosphere, sending shivers down her
spine even after the body of it had gone. "No more running." She turned
around and was faced with her pursuer. A tall man with violet eyes and
dark hair smiled at her with blood stained teeth. His clothes were also
stained with blood, not his own, his victims. The ones she had heard
scream, the ones whose voices had called to her, hypnotising her and
forcing her here. The ones who had betrayed her. "No more running." He
spoke no words out loud, they were spoken inside her head and she
clutched at it, willing his sensual, menacing voice away. He stepped
forward and reached for her throat, a scream threatened to erupt from
her dry, thirsty throat. He smiled once again and blackness surrounded
her, encompassing her and seducing her. She woke. Chains were rattling
and screams were filling the air around her. She lay in his bed, rich
satin sheets settled around her as she sat up and cried out, her voice
joining the other victims. He stood before her again, smiling, a body
in his arms. One more victim gone, how many more to go? She leapt from
the bed and he moved with inhumane speed, catching her in his arms as
she fell to the stone floor. "No more running." Softly, so softly he
kissed her and she froze with shock, fear surging down her spine in a
fiery ice cold chill. He kissed her and the rattling chains, the
terrified screaming, they all dimmed from her world as she kissed him
back. "No more running." Said she to her victim, the one who had ran
for hours before being caught. Their game of cat and mouse continued as
people, drawn by the screaming, came to their island. Eager to help.
Eager to die. As she took a new victim with her, back to the house,
back to her lover, a scream filled the air. The same scream that had
caught her ears and drawn her here. Smiling she thought, no more
running.