9/30/08 - Traitor

Traitor, the only thought seemingly burned into his head as he ran through the streets. He could not beileve where he was, that he was running away from someone he once knew as family, as more than family, a brother, a cousin, a friend, all were once the thing he ran from now. Faster he ran, a stitch began to form in his side as the cold sweat cut trenches into his skin, he ducked away into a dark alley. Cold sweat flooded his body making his clothes stick uncomfortably to his back and chest, he pressed his back hard against the brick wall and stopped breathing, his ears strained, listening for any and all sounds. After a moment nothing comes, he peels away from the wall and lets out a deep breath, something lands on his shoulder, a pebble, he glances up to stare at the dark sillhoutte staring down at him from 7 stories. He takes off, fears replacing the blood in his veins it spreads with each heartbeat being pumped throughout his body. Faster and faster down the alley he begins throwing anything and everything he can behind him, running madly screaming bloodcurdling screams that make even the hairs on his neck stand up, he is afraid. His life is his most pecious possession at this point, the stitch long tearing away at his rib cage, he is sure death is imminent as he kicks the nearest door, a failed attempt, three more tries yield success. Down the stairs and to the right, eyes wide and fearful he glances over his shoulder as he runs, he doesn't see him, to early to stop. Down he goes as his foot collides with the solid mass that is garbage, the fall expels all air from his body but still he manages to get up, blood drips down his now bleeding hand as he takes deep breaths before standing erect ready to run. Darkness surrounds him, his breath leaves him again, scared his eyes race all directions hoping to catch a glimpse of the empeading evil, bleeding hand raised he takes a step and is met with a pain he has never felt before, sharp and intense it feels like a raging fire burns between his shoulder blades. He is lifted up, causing more pain to fluctuate, a cold bony hand grips tightly to his throat, crushing the air within and preventing the screams his mind pushes forward. He kicks and thrashes each tiny movement seemingly turning up the heat of the fire burning between his shoulders, the bony hand tightens its grip on his neck and his legs go numb, he cannot feel them. A move of the frail thumb and his body becomes cold, freezing cold in an instant yet the pain never subsides, tears roll from his eyes burning his flesh with their warm moisture, every ounce of mental power is trying to force any sound from his mouth, to stay silent is to be defeated. He is lifted higher, finally as if by miracle voice returns to him, a horrifying scream bursts free from within the depths of his body, clear and ice cold it cuts through his own body raising hairs all along his body and makin his arms 2 go numb with fright. With no apparent effort he is lifted even higher, immediately the dark sound ends, he makes to speak and is forcefully tossed 10 feet into the air, he hits the wall hard and slides down. Though he cannot feel the pain he knows all limbs are broken, lying contorted on the dirty basement floor he tries to use the last of his failing energy to see his traitorous murderous monster from hell, the dark shadow comes closer, tears flood his eyes as if they kno they should not witness what is to come, shadow turns corporeal as feet form infront of his eyes, they kneel and the figure lowers itself, his eyes widen as from nowhere he reaches the energy for one last death defying scream for help, they focus on his attacker, there kneeled in front of him is the family he once knew.