His face hit the ground as he tumbled and fell down the hill. His arms and legs scrapped against the under brush and he slammed into a bush at the bottom. His body pumped him full of more adrenaline as he bolted up and sprinted. To where he did not know, but the thrashing and howling from behind him was catching up. Light beyond the tree line lit up his eyes and he entered an empty field where a factory amassed in front of him. He entered through one of large doors and started his way through the maze of rusted machinery and dull yellow lights. The hum of a factory running on its last leg filled his ears and drummed through him. He heard a screech come from where he had entered. He did not ever know what he was running from. When his eyes set upon IT, his body instantly flung into action, sprinting full speed in the opposite direction before his brain could even render the image in his mind. It was as if what ever IT was, the fear of it, the panic that over took him was buried thousands of years in his genes. To the deepest root of his core he knew that what ever IT was would annihilate him at any chance. This fear speared its way through him from some ancient past. How many had been massacred by IT to have the mere sight of it induce a genetic fear to be passed down for all of time.
The thing breathed heavily against the metal. It’s legs pounded and swept across the concrete floor with incredible speed which seems to be getting faster and faster with each turn and door he slammed through. He was lost, but he could not stop. His body would not let him. It propelled him past the bulk works of the factory. Under and over machines, anything to keep him moving, anything to create distance.
But the distance was closing.
He rounded a corner and started screaming for help. Wailing, crying into the metal structure. He was running out of breathe. his body was no longer able to keep up, he needed someone, anyone. He screamed and shouted till his throat went raw. All while flailing down hallways of rusted brown. He came to a pair of doors.
His body slammed against them, but the doors propelled him back. He bolted back up and started to slam at them. They would not budge.
“Please, please, please” he whispered while tears and sweat rolled down his face.
The breathing was now upon him. He turned. Eyes wide, mouth screaming, body tense. His mind could not capture what IT was. But his genes were right. The eyes that had seen and survived somehow from eons past told him what was about to happen.
It was over.
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Inspired by fear. Not normal fear, but the terrified fear that you get when you know that it’s over. Like swimming and see a shark approaching you. Or a lion in the jungle running at you with it’s teeth ready to devour you. A fear that goes beyond the mind.
This story is a bit vague, which it is supposed to be. The terror is what I tried to capture. This concept shows up a bit in my writing. A lot of the creatures are other worldly and if you saw them I think the terror would be great.