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The Hunt
The hounds are braying
Cutting through the wind
Only overpowered by my heart
The voices calling, sweet cajoling threats
Terrifying
I stumble and hit a patch of thorns
My hands and knees bleeding
Covering my flesh to look as if I am red
Coupled with dirt, rocks, and grime
My heart is pounding
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Then CRACK!
I jump and begin to run, half walking, half stumbling
Bleeding, terrified
The Demons are close
They broke a branch
Any lead I had is gone
Now or never
I leap
Charging through the darkness
Branches and cobwebs clawing at my face
My clothes are covered in holes
My breathing- Am I still breathing? - aren’t breathes
Gasp- That’s all I can muster? - I am gasping
Muscles burning from the seemingly endless run
The hounds are closer
So are the footsteps
I can see the Demons’ fire
The fire that is now leaping at me
My foot stumbles once more
And I look in horror
In front of me now is a cliff, a gully
I would die trying to jump over it
I would die being captured
My death is soon
Laughter rings through the tree-line
Forcing me to turn quickly
Hounds and Demons snarling and snapping
Hurling fire at me
One breaks formation
Stepping towards me
I shake, my body is nothing but an avalanche of shudders
This is the end
I look over my shoulder
The gully- Could I make it? – it could be worth the effort
Continue this useless hunt
Or I can fight and face the inevitable?
I glance at the options
Both are hopeless-but the Demon is drawing closer
Stretching a hand out and smiling cruelly
I glance over my shoulder once more
I decide
I choose- “What is the Pythagorean Theorem used for?”
I blink slightly and the room comes into focus
I hear snickers, not the cruel laughter of before
But mocking and frightening all the same
The teacher scowls at me
The fear from early is still present
I am not being hunted here
But I am in my mind
I am being hunted by the demons that haunt my every step
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