The Beast and the HarlotA Story by Stephanie JoA short story I wrote while listening to an intense instrumental a while back.Beast and the Harlot
It was behind her. She knew it as he was frantically running
through the dense forest. Looking back over her shoulder she tried to get a
glance at exactly what was following her.
She had no clue how he got into this mess of a situation, all he knew is that
to live she had to outrun the beast. Picking up her pace, she
barely managed to dodge fallen tree limbs and overgrown roots shooting at her
from the cold ground. Luckily, the moon overhead gave her just enough visible
light through the canopy tops to make out a path. Glancing up one more
time at the predator chasing her, she collapsed among the dirt and stones. Not
exactly sure as to what caused her incidental fall, she sprang forward faster
trying to regain the distance lost between her and the monster. The forest around her
grew deathly silent as she sprinted with haste. She was certain the creature
was on her trail, closer then before. Her proof was the faint footstep not far
off. Knowing it was nearer then she preferred, she takes off once more, darting
through the remaining forest. She started to
realize she was lost. The twisting vines on the nearby trees seemed vaguely
familiar and with the freshly imprinted footsteps on the ground ahead of her, she
concluded she was in trouble. Anxiously glancing around, she uncovered an
unused path behind the brush. She figured if she
could stay a few steps ahead of the pursuer, she knew she would make it out
alive. Or so she thought. A rush of cold wind sent a shiver down her spine as she
become aware of her slowing pace. “Keep
moving” she thought, but not even by sheer will power could she stay in
motion. Suddenly she was dead
still. The thing’s footsteps had disappeared " vanished into thin air. She
heard nothing but the quiet rustle of leaves on the forest floor. She saw
nothing but darkness. The moon had disappeared under a thick mass of clouds
that now covered the ominous night sky. She was all alone. She
rejoiced in the thought of loosing her pursuer, and that’s when she saw them. Those
same piercing yellow eyes she has been outrunning for so long. They held her
there in a trance unable to move a single muscle. Looking into its eyes brought
back the repressed pain and memories that she long ago had buried. Transfixed on its
eyes, she began to sense her feet moving closer and closer. “This is it,” she thought. It was time to
face her fear as she approached the menacing eyes. She distinguished its hand
reaching out grasping her worn and tattered shirt. Its razor-sharp nails
scrapped against her cold skin. She could feel the fresh blood trickle down her
chest. An innocent life
ended at the hand of the beast. © 2013 Stephanie JoReviews
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