A cry for help

I ran through the darkness screaming, they were getting closer to me, I screamed again but I knew that it was no use. They were closer again; the things chasing me were so fast. 3 monsters, creatures, demons I didn't know what they were and my frightened and terrorised brain couldn't cope with the situation. It was my instinct alone that was telling me what to do.

I tried to run faster but it was no use, my body shaking and my breath coming in big ragged gasps. I could hear my shoes thudding against the dirt road and I knew that my dress was torn from the ragged stones all around me, the dust from the road was rising in the air making me cough. I couldn't see where I was going; not that it was the dust stopping my vision but it was the darkness that held me captive.

Barley having enough air I screamed again, I could hear them laughing at my efforts and I knew they enjoyed making me feel like this. It was at that moment that I realised that I hated God for making me weak and afraid, I cursed those making me feel like a frightened animal running from a predator. I knew the only people that could possibly hear my screams were the things behind me.

My tears stung at my eyes making my vision blurry I knew that it would all be over soon, my body was aching and I was beginning to slow 'no' I whispered. They laughed again knowing that there chase was soon to be over.

I stopped then in the middle of the darkened street, I turned around and faced my death with my head held high, showing all the dignity that I had left. I dragged in deep slow breaths to hide the fear that I felt running through ever vain in my body, the adrenaline heated my blood and made my head feel dizzy.

I forced myself not to cry, whimper or faint. I didn't want them to see how scared I was. The silvery full moon in the darkened sky shone directly down upon us illuminating our faces, the natural light allowed me to see them clearly.

They would have been good-looking young men if it were not for the evil I saw in their eyes and hunger that showed on their faces. The one closest to me smiled, it was not a sweet smile it was a smile that showed victory and coldness. I forced myself not to move but I felt my body shake, looking directly into his eyes I found the adrenaline begin to kick in.

'Go on then' I made my gaze challenging 'do with me as you please, but I swear to you that I will NOT make it easy on you' I would have said more but my voice began to fill with emotion and I could feel fresh tears in my eyes.

His smile widened showing perfect white teeth, he cocked his head to face his friends and spoke

'Can you believe this vermin?' he chuckled as my body tensed, he turned his gaze back upon me. 'I already knew her beauty would be a curse' he smiled again 'so much beauty' his hand reached out and held my chin firmly between his fingertips.

His friends laughed as my brain began to scream, run, get away before it's too late! But I knew it was no use my body would not obey my commands, I was frozen with terror and he knew it.

'Its almost to bad to have to kill you' he smiled again, I almost caught a glimpse of sadness in his eyes but before my brain could register the look it was gone.

'Go on then do it, I've had enough of this game' as soon as those words left my mouth I knew it was a mistake, clenching my jaw tight I looked into his eyes.

He sighed then sniffed the air 'So much fear' he sniffed the air around me again 'almost makes you feel kinda giddy, what do you reckon boys?' he said raising a perfect eyebrow.

His friends nodded in approval 'GOD I love being me!' he shouted and with that he changed. There was no way to describe it, one second he looked human and the .he was a savage beast.

My eyes widened and I inhaled sharply. 'No, no this can't be real' I mumbled, but it was, his face and body shifted before my eyes. On the ground before me was a large black beast. A body like a dog's but bigger, with longer legs. A wolf my mind whispered. It was a gorgeous animal, muscular with onyx-coloured fur and a white streak on its muzzle like a bolt of lightening. Its eyes were amber and fixed upon my grief stricken face. It growled, deep and savage and I stood there in a trance not able to move. It was as long as I was tall, and its teeth. . .

'Oh my god' I whispered 'HELP'I screamed. I glanced around frantically, looking for a way to escape, and then I glanced back at the other men and gasped. They were beasts too. Both large brown wolves, smaller than the black but just as viscous. It was then at that moment the beasts threw back their heads and howled.

I cursed God again for creating these 'things' that were going to kill me. Why me? I asked in my head, I have never done anything wrong, I have always gone to church. NEVER AGAIN the voice in my head screamed. I looked back into those amber eyes and took a step back.

I watched in horror and realisation as the black wolf leaped towards me. I tried to get out of the way but I was too slow and it was too fast. The black wolf landed on top of me, using its weight to slam my body to the ground. I landed hard on my back and my head hit a rock. My vision became grey and blurry as my body screamed with pain. The wolf's weight was crushing me as its claws dug into my flesh, tearing through my dress and ripping through my skin.

Amongst all my pain and fear I was also fascinated. I had never seen a wild beast this close before. It's black fur shined in the moonlight, I could see saliva glistening on its long red tongue and sharp white teeth. Its breath was hot and humid on my face. It reminded me of a dog, but the smell was much, much wilder.

I tried to struggle and get away, but with each movement its claws sank further into my skin. I was pinned between the wolf and the ground, utterly helpless and afraid.

The pain was unbearable, my whole body ached and I found it hard to breathe. With every breath my chest burned and my soul cried out. Sniffling back tears I waited for the wolf to strike.

I didn't have to wait long, its lips pulled back and it opened its jaw. I stared in horror at those teeth, the teeth that would tare open my skin; they were pure white.

They were shorter at the front then long curving canines. All sharp and deadly. Its forehead wrinkled and I felt its body vibrate in a low and viscous growl.

I tried to scream but the sound never left my lips, the wolf lunged towards my throat.

I felt its humid breath on my face and then the teeth at my throat. The pain was so bad; tears forced their way from my closed eyelids. I couldn't breath; the wolf was shaking me and clenching its jaw tighter and tighter around my neck. I felt my skin being torn and my muscles being ripped away. So this is what it feels like to die, I thought. The pain was so bad; it overwhelmed all my senses.

I tried to scream, but the only sound I made was a gargle at the back of my throat. I could taste copper in my mouth and I knew it was my own blood. I opened my eyes in horror as blood began to fill my severed windpipe and lungs. I was choking on my own blood. My mind began to drift away from the pain, my body felt weak and numb. My eyelids felt heavy and I was filled with a great tiredness . . . I closed my eyes for the last time.

I'm sorry Alexander . . .my unborn child.

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