This is just something that came to me and so I thought I would write it down and post it on here. Please feel free to tear it apart or whatever. Mostly what I want to know is if it is any good and worth writing more of. Please comment. Oh, and the title was one I just slapped on there for this. It will more than likely change if I decide to really start writing this...
He was running. From what, he didn't know. All he knew was that if he even stopped for a breath, it would be his last.
It was so dark that he could barely see where he was going. Luckily the moon peeked out from behind the clouds to light the way for him. It revealed a dense forest only a couple of yards off.
After he had entered the woods and was a good ways into it he decided that he had to stop to catch his breath. As he leaned his arm on the closest tree he heard a twig snap somewhere very close by, and he knew that he had to continue.
As he proceeded to go deeper and deeper into the woods it grew darker and darker. The density of the trees became so great that all traces of light from the moon vanished and he couldn't even see his hand in front of his face, but he knew he still couldn't stop. He stumbled on, running over tree roots and almost tripping a few times, but surprisingly never did he hit a tree.
The pain grew in his sides until he couldn't handle it anymore. When he finally decided he had to stop the moon suddenly lit up the land around him. He noticed he was no longer in a forest, and that it wasn't tree roots he had been tripping on but actually dead bodies.
He freaked out and started running again, feeling the bones of the bodies cracking beneath his bare feet. He closed his eyes, hoping that if he didn't see that they were dead bodies he would just forget. Suddenly a falling sensation had come over him. He opened his eyes to see a cliff ledge just out of reach. He grasped at the sides of the cliff, hoping to grab something, but there was nothing. He relaxed his body and just prepared for the impact. On the way down his foot hit something that was jutting out of the cliff side that sent his body spinning in midair.
As he continued to fall and spin he listened to the wind blowing past his ears. It was loud. And it seemed to grow louder and louder until finally his ears seemed to ring. He sensed the ground was close. Only a few more seconds and then...
He shot up in his bed and inhaled sharply, expecting to feel the pain of hitting the ground. He was sweating heavily, but at least he was safe. He sat in his bed and took a few seconds to calm down and focus. He still heard the ringing. He looked over to his side table and noticed that the ringing was coming from his phone. He reached over and picked it up. "Hello?" he asked, his mind still racing from the dream. He glanced over at his clock and noticed it was only one in the morning.
"I need you to get down to 1507 Saffom Street. It isn't pretty," came back a voice that he knew all too well, Chief of Police Aaron Junsat.
"Sir, you know that I am taking time off. I can't even go on my morning jog without taking my gun with me now. You were even the one that suggested I could use some time away."
"I know. But you are going to want this one." And with that the Chief hung up.
