Hey ya'll-this is just the beginning of one of my stories. I'll post the rest if anyone wants. I just thought I'd keep this short...idk...ya ok...here it goes...
I ran fast-faster than I'd ever run before. They were after me, and I had to escape. If not, all hope would be lost along with the world. My legs moved faster when thinking about what was my burden. Fear. No, I was not scared, not scared at all. Why should I be scared? Only the fate of the world rested on my shoulders. If they caught me, I and everyone else would die. Plus, the things chasing me were faster, stronger, not smarter, definitely not, but unreal. Literally, they were mythical, fake, fantasized, and scientifically nonexistent. No, there was no reason to be scared.
My foot caught on a branch, and I fell. The ground was hard, and dirt filled my mouth. A stick scraped against my face, and I brushed my hand by the pain. Blood was on my hand. It hurt, but I had to keep going. Where, though? Where would I be safe? They were searching for me everywhere. There was nowhere I could hide, no place safe enough, but I had to save the earth, this unsafe planet. Why should I save it though, when it can't even protect me from its own predators?
A branch snapped nearby; they were close now. I needed to run again. I wouldn’t die; I would live not for the world but for myself. I deserved to survive, for I'd let the world and all its habitants live for much longer than expected. They were predicted to fall many years ago, but no. I had to find it. The crystal was meant to be crushed by them, but somehow I beat them to it.
I was running again. They were closer now; their footsteps I could hear. Now I was scared for my life. I could not let them get me. I know this sounds immature, but I wanted my mom. If ever you are in my position, you will be wishing you were in your house with your mom too with her arms wrapped around you and her soothing words soaking into your brain.
I heard their breathing now. They were gaining, and my legs were beginning to hurt. My side ached; sweat dripped in my eyes. Trees blurred with everything else within eyesight. I was tired-too tired to be running away from killers. I couldn't make it much longer.
Their warm breaths were breezing on my neck now. You would think that a thing so awful would have an awful smelling breath, but it felt good, better than the cold air that was stinging my skin. I felt fingers wrap around my waist. I felt them burn into my flesh. Screams of agony rose into the air but were muffled by the trees above. They had me. I-we are going to die. I'm sorry, truly. Everything went black. My eyes opened.
I was awake. They were coming. I had to run to save the world. The worst thing was no one but the destroyers and I knew.