Run.

Amber doesn't believe in horror, or murderers. Never has. Just sharp, cold reality. But then something came, something more terrifying than she could have ever imagined. The only thing she can do is run.
(Written by IceCreamGirl, edited by Y.Nirvana)

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1. Prologue

He sprinted forwards, breath laboured and coming in short gasps. Sharp stones stabbed into his bare feet, the flesh already ripped and torn from hours of running. He could make it, he could get away, he just had to keep going. Keep running. Just keep running.

"Please! No!" he choked, his voice hoarse and cracked.

"It was you," the voice came out of the darkness, seeming to swell, to fill his head, echoing round and round. He clutched at his ears, trying to block it out, to make the voice stop.

"It wasn't me, I swear! Please, whatever you want, you can have it! I've got money, please, just don't kill me!" He was rambling now, begging with the creature. His foot caught and he flew backwards, skidding along the dark stones, dark trails of blood left behind. He kicked out, frantically trying to move, to get up, to get away from the creature. The darkness was closing in now, seeming to fill his head with inky blackness, weighing down his thoughts, slowing his reactions. 

Suddenly his body convulsed in a painful fit, his muscles tightening and his limbs spasming. He screamed, but the sound was lost in the ever-darker blackness. He thrashed and kicked, to fight off the things pulling him apart, wrenching his insides. The creature could do things, terrible things, without even touching him.

"I don't want your money," the voice spoke again, as he convulsed on the floor. Suddenly it was over, he was free. He collapsed on the floor, breathing raggedly, heart racing with fear. But he didn't give up hope, hope that he could get away, hope that he could be free of this monster.

"I want the truth. It was you, wasn't it?" He propelled himself back up, ignoring the searing pains through his body, running forwards. He had to get away. He ran again, legs pushing him forwards, dragging up his last dregs of strength.

But he was stopped. An invisible force held him, froze him, then slowly brought him up into the air. He kicked and struggled, tried to break the invisible ropes holding him. He was in mid-air, several meters above the ground, unable to do anything, anything but watch as the creature slowly walked forwards. It was no use. The creature was like a cat, toying with him, letting him slip through it's hands, but then dragging him back.

"Wasn't it?" The voice was shouting now. Another shudder passed through him, as drawing pins were pushed into every crevice of his skull. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but sob quietly, willing to do anything to make it stop.

"No! I swear, I didn't do anything! It wasn't me! Please, just let me go!" he shouted, his voice high and shaking, knowing his death could not be far away. He'd known it all along, really.

The creature walked forwards again, eyes glowing in the darkness, face turned up to see him. That's when he saw its face, the creature's face, the face that had haunted his nightmares, the face he could never remember afterwards. Suddenly he screamed again. High pitched, a shriek of agony, of an animal that knows it has been caught, a scream of unimaginable pain. Then he fell to the floor, tumbling in the blackness, landing with a series of cracks as bones broke. He lay still, unstirring.

"Wrong answer."

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