(First off, sorry about posting a whole different version. I've been writing and rewriting the start of White Demons since forever, and I was really just testing out the novel feature.)
Benjamin Mantle ran for his life. Behind him were shrieks and wails and the most horruble noises he'd ever heard. The trees flashed past him like dark shadows, but he didn't pay any attention to what he was going past.
His mind couldn't process anything but a single word.
ESCAPE!
Benjamin's entire being throbbed with the need to get out of these accursed woods, and back to safety. Back to the village. Back to home.
Another scream crept past his ears, and then there was silence. Benjamin didn't stop running. His feet stung from the repeated effort of placing one in front of the other, and his lungs burned as they struggled to pump oxygen to his over-working heart, but Benjamin still didn't stop. He didn't even slow down.
He couldn't even blink, for whenever he closed his eyes the terrible things he'd seen returned to haunt him.
Finally, after what had seemed like years of non-stop running, the trees began to thin. Benjamin sprinted until he could see the lights of the houses, and then he collapsed into the snow and sobbed.
