I wake up, having to go to the bathroom. I roll over and tap Kristina on the shoulder.
“Krissy, wake up, I have to go to the bathroom,” I said anxiously.
“Okay, I’ll wake Xander,” she replied, sounding groggy.
“No, I don’t want him around.”
“Okay, well, let me think about it.”
There was a pause in our conversation, my urgency growing with each fleeting moment.
“If you don’t make your decision now, I’ll go by myself.” I said, pinning her into making a decision.
“Fine, but if anything happens to Xander while we’re gone, I’m blaming you.”
So Kristina and I leave the tent together. After walking a short ways from the tent I decide it’s far enough, I ask Kristina to turn around and I relieved myself. After I had finished, we walked back to the tent.
When we got there the tent was shredded as if a massive whirlwind had torn it apart. Blood covered every strip, every piece of fabric from the tent. In the middle lay Alexander, torn apart, dead.
Kristina screamed and ran off, I chased after her, but she was too quick for me. Her screams ended and there was only the wind in the trees and the snow crackling under my feet left filling the void of her screams.
I finally come upon where she last stood, nothing but two bloodstains in the snow where left. Oh yeah, and her coat was lying on the ground next to the stains, also covered in blood. I stared with my jaw dropped, trying not to scream.
I ran away, panting heavily, trying to make as little noise as possible. I come to a clearing in the trees, not recognizing it at all. I think to myself how lost I must be, then I hear a rustle from behind me.
Slowly I turn to see what made the sound. As I see what it is I break down in tears of relief. Blain was standing before me covered in bloody and tattered clothes.
“Blain, you’re alive,” I manage through sobs.
“Yeah, but there’s no time to play reunion, we need to get moving, they’ll be on us quick, the shadow, they’re real.” Blain said in a hurried manner.
I took his hand and started to run behind him as he led me away, towards where the car was parked. Then I noticed something gliding in the silhouette of the trees. I look over, there is this cloaked creature, sliding along the ground seamlessly, as if it were hovering.
I gasp, the faceless head, eyeless, was gazing at me. Blain looked over at the creature, the shadow, as it descended upon us. “Get behind me,” he whispered to me, shouting at the shadow, “how did you find us?”
The mouth of the shadow opened up, making no noise, as it effortlessly made it’s way towards us, like a shadow moving along the ground as the day quickly passes, the clawed hand grasping at Blain. The razor-like claw slid fluently into him, like a knife through air. Blood gushed everywhere.
I let go of his hand as I run for my life, and as I watch Blain carried away by that thing. My heart now pounding like a blacksmith pounds on a blade, my mind racing through what could happen, and I pray for salvation and life.
I continue running without looking, a dangerous thing to do, as I fell down a gorge. Upon landing, I break my left leg, the pain splintering from my shin into my back, my eyes burning.
I lay there for what seemed forever, then I started crawling, looking for a cave to hide in, the blood from my broken leg leaving a crimson trail behind me.
I must have crawled for hours, my hands numb from cold and use, my right knee hurting from bruising caused by random rocks as I crawled. The splinter of bone poking through my jeans caught on something, and a renewed agony shot through my body, I cringed, but kept going.
Soon, I got too tired to move on. I lie there, limp, helpless, easy pray for the shadow. I think to myself, “what can I do?”, but nothing comes to mind.
Three black creatures appear, the shadow gliding silently over the snow, encircling me. Their claws glisten with the blood of my friends, and I pray that god give me a swift death, the cloaked creatures moving ever closer.
I could feel their cloaks brushing against me, the soft swish of cloth against snow rang in my ears. Then they stopped. The one shadow closest to me pulls at its cloak, then the other two start doing the same thing.
Panic soars through me, “is this how they feed?”, I wonder as they fumble with their cloaks, my heart now running a marathon in my chest. I close my eyes as one of them closes in on me. I hear a cloak dropped, it gently thuds as it hits the ground.
“Gwen, it’s okay, it’s us,” I hear a familiar voice along with two other thuds of cloaks dropping.
“Xander, is that you?” I say, opening my eyes.
“Yes, it’s me. Blain and Kristina are also here.” Alexander replied tenderly.
“Did you scare away the shadow?” I said ignorantly, then I put two plus two together, “Wait, you’re dead.”
“No, we were playing a trick on you, we didn’t mean for you to break your leg though.”
I look up at Alexander and slap him hard across his face, my handprint left in scarlet on his cheek. “You could’ve told me before I broke it.”
“We couldn’t keep up with you, you were too fast. These costumes were too heavy and they’re harder than hell to get off, now lets get you to the hospital.” Blain said.
“Don’t think I’m forgiving you.” I growled angrily.
“I don’t expect it, forgiveness that is.” He said as he kissed me.
Blain carried me and the four of us made our way back to Alexander’s pink Starlet. They rushed me to the hospital and I had to be in a cast for a very long time. Blain and I are still together, however he won’t pull that kind of prank again, he knows that if he does, it’s the end of our relationship. Alexander and Kristina broke up a month and a half later, Kristina said he was cheating; Alexander said he was hugging a friend of his and she thought wrong. I’m now a junior and wrote this for my documentary class.
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