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Frantic

Moonlight shimmers between the gaps in between the treetops within this shadowed forest.  It makes everything bathed within its light take on such a silvery hugh, yet the shadows are all that much inky blackness in contrast.  Yet one running through this forest does not have the opportunity to notice such things, running at such a breakneck pace and all.  For him, the trees are nothing but a blur, and the moonlight something to be avoided at all costs, for it silhouettes him distinctly from the shadows in which to hide in.  The only sounds that can be heard by him are the frantic beating of his heart, and the steady thumping of his feet slapping hard into the forest floor. The muscles of this individual are cramping violently, and the wind is whistling through parched lips from screaming lungs.
Yet still he runs on, as if his very life depends upon it, in which is does. A scream is rapidly building up force from within his throat, held at bay by grimacing teeth, and a diaphragm too tired to produce such sounds.  Still he runs onward, yet the shadow draws ever nearer.  He can feel it’s putrid breath on the back of his neck, and tattered claws stretching closer and closer to his sweat drenched back with every heartbeat.  One misplaced step, like this one on a tree root, will send him sprawling flat onto his face, just like this. The shadow is upon him as limbs convulse violently underneath its overpowering weight.  Bones crack and sinew stretches past its breaking point as crimson fountains into the moon drenched clearing.  Every part is separated from every other part of itself in loud, popping noises.

The shadow raises a crimson drenched maw towards the moon and screams in primal joy, as fear runs down another victim into the ground and completely shatters him.  Frantic paces will get you nowhere when running away from yourself.