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The pounding of my footsteps began to follow a beat that sounded in the distance, each thump onto the pavement echoing out into the street. The more I ran, the louder the beat grew. I could feel my heart pulse with the rhythm, as did the pounding in my head. Everything I was doing, every thought I created, was repeating that same - repetitive - beat.

I caught my breath, suddenly realising that the beat was drawing me in - hypnotising me like an Anglerfish does to its prey. I continued to run, knowing that if I were to stop, It may catch up to me and then all of this running would have been futile.

I could now feel the pulses from the rhythm being absorbed into my body. It was so tempting to stop running, to allow It to engulf me - taking me to the source of the rhythm itself and to just stay there forever - as if I would always be high on the drug that was the beat. But this wouldn't happen; It wouldn't happily take me away to the source. I would be engulfed entirely; I would be drawn into Its jaws of eternal nightmares - I would die.

I looked behind me - It seemed so far away, as if It would never catch up to the speed at which I was running. However, I knew that this was just a psychological mind game It was playing. Draw me into false security, make me slow down... and then pounce. I couldn't risk slowing my pace - not even slightly; I had to speed up, I had to run faster. But I was tired, oh so tired...

That's when I heard the quickening footsteps of It behind me; I panicked, fear striking me in the heart. I couldn't believe that I had slowed down - how could I have even dared it? Now It was approaching me at a much faster pace than my own; the beat was deafening by now, growing more monstrous and destructive rather than how hypnotising and breathtaking it had been earlier.

I forced myself not to turn around, if I did so, it would all be over; I had to keep running, I had to sprint faster... I had to escape. If I didn't, how would I ever be able to right my wrongs? I needed to find her, to tell her... That was the only reason I had risked travelling out in the open, just to see her.

I had never noticed the empty streets I was running past, I was filled with too much fear and adrenaline. I never saw the empty shop windows, the warnings spray-painted across the walls, reading things like "Stay away!" and "Avoid the Beast" and such other warnings that had trailed off mid-sentence, suggesting that the authors had been engulfed by It during their hurried scribblings. I didn't see anything, only the pavement beneath me, the light ahead of me from the sun above and the nearing shadows that approached me from behind.

I dared myself to turn my head, to look behind and see how much closer It was coming. However, I had never gotten the chance to, for a long, black tendril had snapped out from behind me - wrapping itself around my arm.

"No!" I cried out, the tears streaming down my face. Another tendril whipped out and wrapped itself around my other arm and, immediately, I felt a force pull me backwards, dragging me along the pavement towards It.

I struggled so much - an attempt to break free from Its hold, but It was too strong and I knew my time was nearing an end. The dragging stopped and knowing that It was right above me, staring down at me with hunger, I kept my eyes closed. I was filled with so much fear, so much horror, that I was too afraid to look at Its face just before I was engulfed into Nothingness. My trousers dampened, a clear sign of how afraid I was. As I awaited my end, I thought of her one last time - my one and only love, the woman I never got the chance to apologise to...

"I'm sorry," I whispered, screwing up my face as I awaited the final blow. I was waiting, for several moments, for my life to end... but it never came. I opened my eyes, wondering if It had spared me - but there It was, the black, round face with nothing but piercing yellow eyes and a large, razor-toothed grin. I watched as a drop of drool hung off Its bottom jaw and, as it fell slowly and landed on my forehead, I knew why It had waited; It wanted me to see the ending of my life.

It hovered there for a few moments, swaying Its head in a terrifying, animalistic manner. After what seemed like a lifetime filled with horror, It opened Its large, gaping jaw and hovered there, again, for a few more moments. I stared into what seemed to look like a never-ending hole, the fear inside of me rising to an impossible level. Then It lunged.
A submission for the :iconlive-love-write: writing prompt "The Escape"
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:iconchloedominique:
ChloeDominique Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
Ooooooo that was suspenseful! And the creature at the end sounded so creepy *shudders* Good job :)
I particularly liked the line "I would always be high on the drug that was the beat."
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Kerriinabox Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Wow! :jawdrop: Brilliant :D
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:iconsealboyno1:
Sealboyno1 Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Aw, haha, I'm glad you liked it ^_^
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ToastMonstar Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2011  Student General Artist
Im scared to know what it was, but I need to . (LOVES IT)
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:iconsealboyno1:
Sealboyno1 Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you :dummy:
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EndlessDoubt Featured By Owner Aug 30, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Wow, nice. Good suspense feeling to it, as well as a good choice of words.
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:iconsealboyno1:
Sealboyno1 Featured By Owner Aug 30, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you :dummy:

Glad you enjoyed it xP
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:iconx-artsmartelli-x:
X-ArtSmartElli-X Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Hey Ad, have you ever heard of Stephen King?
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:iconsealboyno1:
Sealboyno1 Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Um... yup. Why? :P
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:iconx-artsmartelli-x:
X-ArtSmartElli-X Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Coz I've got some of his books, and your short stories compare to the stuff that he writes!
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