Hope you enjoy this! The writing felt kind of weird to me, but that could be because it's now one in the morning as I'm writing this. Really need to budget time better. Have yourself a lovely day, and see you Wednesday for more of something!
The Warlock VI by Mackinley Clevinger, July 25, 2016
The sounds that plagued my steps drove me onward along that old dirt road, my bare feet dully impacting the packed earth beneath me muted by the chorus of twisted limbs beating against the ground and the onslaught of breaking branches on either side of me. I focused on breathing, on keeping my eyes on what lay ahead of me, on not slowing down or tripping as I ran.
I tried to keep my mind empty of anything else, ignoring the part of me that thought the sound of flesh beating against the ground had gotten louder; not thinking about how many of the deformed and corrupted creatures ran behind me; did everything I could to clear the slow-burning in my legs from my mind lest it urge me to slow down.
They weren’t meant to chase people down for longer than a few minutes; they couldn’t become exhausted like I could, but their malformed bodies didn’t allow for the same kind of distance running a normal person was capable of. If they didn’t claw out your heart or rip out your throat with their teeth while they had the chance, and you were outside of lunging distance, then there wasn’t much they could do.