From Behind.

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From Behind

The man ran through the empty cobbled streets. It was a freezing cold winter night and the place was unusually quiet. The only sounds that he could hear were his shoes pounding against the cobbles and sound of his exhausted breathing. All he could feel was an overwhelming sense of fear, combined with an ever-increasing sense of weariness and exhaustion. He had been running for as long as he could remember. And yet he was unable to recall just what he was running away from. He didn't want to know. The only thing he was certain of was that he could not stay where he was, he had to keep moving. The alternative was too horrific to consider. He did not know who or what was pursuing him, but was aware that only thing in the world that mattered was ensuring that it didn't catch him. Even the mere thought of capture caused a shiver of fear to run down his spine. He urged his exhausted body onwards him and began to speed up, in an attempt to put as much distance between himself and whatever it was that was behind him. He continued to keep running, driven on by an overwhelming sense of fear and panic. His breathing grew faster and faster, his heart bounding quicker and quicker to the point where he felt he could run no more. His chest felt like it going was about to explode if he didn't get some rest. His body felt overwhelmed by complete exhaustion

He slowed down a little bit, only for a brief moment. He hoped this would allow him to catch his breath. However he could hear a new and disturbing sound, a sound that grew louder and louder with each passing moment. There was something behind him, and it was getting closer and closer. He became aware of a new feeling inside his heart. He realised that the sound was coming from his pursuer. He could sense the intentions of it; he felt a fear spawned by the pure evil that beat inside its heart. Sensing a chilling and bloodthirsty desire to inflict harm upon its innocent victim. His pain and sense of exhaustion was, for a moment, forgotten and he once more began to speed up. He felt a surge of adrenaline that came only from the fear.

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His pursuer slowed down, understanding with a cold sense of logic that the frail human body will soon tire again. It seemed to know this chase would continue until his victim collapsed exhausted and it was aware that ultimately it would catch his victim. The only question was when.

The man raced through the streets hoping for something he knew was impossible, for some means of escape from the demonic presence that was following him. Although he knew that it was hopeless and there was no escape, he continued because his fear was so overwhelming. He wished and prayed for ...

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