Prologue : Run
The devil doesn't come dressed in red cape and pointed horns. He comes as everything you've ever wished for....
- Tucker Max..
Faster.... Sharp leaves whip across her ears and dry shrubs catch her ankle as she lurches forward in a desperate attempt to increase the distance between her and the old abandoned studio...
Panting, she runs as fast as she can ignoring her throbbing feet. She jumped over the fence her dress leaving a chunk of itself behind.
From here she could faintly make out the outline of the road. Finally she thought.
She took off again determined to not die at the hands of a stranger.
She made it to the road and took greedy gulps of air, her lungs burning with every breath.
Unable to bear the pain any longer she collapsed on the middle of the road and found a big gaping hole in her left calf.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she soundlessly screamed careful to not draw any attention.
Disgruntled and cold she looked around and saw a car heading her way.
She scrambled up and waved her hands frantically to grab the attention of the driver.
The car came to a halt and she hobbled her way to the driver.
The window rolled down and scent of mint filled the air.
She begged the stranger, " Please help me.... I-im hurt and s-s-someone is trying to k-kill me.... Please... I can't walk... Please."
There was a moment of silence before the stranger replied in a deep voice, " Then you should crawl. "
She whipped up her head to see his face but it was blinded by the dark .. The stranger continued at the lack of her response... " Why? Don't you want to live? "
Gripped with fear she ran off away from him back into the woods... She heard him getting out of his car.
Despite the bloody ankle, she did not stop until she found herself in a very strangely familiar surroundings...
The realization took a moment or two to hit her like a train that this was the same old studio that she escaped from in the first place...
Now sobbing uncontrollably she turned around to run again but found herself facing darkness .
She took meek tiny steps toward the dark and whirled back when she felt something behind her.
Specifically someone...
Behind her, the studio door slammed shut........
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