As I am participating in blogging once more, I thought I’d give #blogbattle another go. I’ve missed the challenges it throws up, and as it’s changed now, I think it’s even more challenging. So here’s this week’s entry.
Theme word: rebel
Genre: suspense thriller
It could see her. It was watching. Everything. Always.
There was nowhere to hide.
She crouched down, slipping herself into the shadow of the cabinet. The streetlights were spilling pools of light onto the ground, light where she couldn’t hide. Where it could see her.
Hiss. It hissed in her head. It could see her.
She burst from the shadow, eyes darting back and forth. Where else could she hide? Where could she go where it couldn’t see her? There had to be somewhere.
She dropped behind the couch, laughing. “Okay, okay, I’m hidden. You can come find me now.”
Little feet scuffled on the carpet. Giggles got closer and closer. Soft hands grabbed the back of her waist.
She spun around and grabbed the little body, pulling him close to her. “You found me!”
“I did,” he laughed, and wrapped his hands round her neck.
“Got you,” it hissed.
Pain lanced through her, and she dropped to her knees, her arms snapping to her middle. “Please,” she begged, “please let me go.”
“I’ll never let you go!” Red teeth flashed and bit into her skin. Into her arms and body and legs and head. She was swallowed.
“Goodnight, sweetheart,” she whispered as she switched out the light. Darkness swallowed her, but she knew the way easily. Her feet had walked this way so many times that she could find her with her eyes closed.
She crawled along the pavement, pulling, dragging herself, scraping elbows and knees, her clothes tearing, shredding against the hard pavement. Her fingers grasped onto grass, nails digging into earth. Deeper shadow covered her, and the pain left. Her mind became light, her eyes relaxed and closed for a moment.
It would find her again. It always did.
Headlights washed over her, dragging a thin, whining engine behind them. She winced, her head pounding. Where could she hide?
“Honey?” her voice called out, alone and answered only by silence.
The rush of the ocean hit the solid, pebbled beach.
“Honey?” The beam of torchlight revealed her path as she walked. It hit on a cap. A little yellow baseball cap.
Her heart stopped. She bent and picked it up, hands shaking. No. He had to be here somewhere. She opened her mouth to shout out his name, but the demon hissed at her, laughing, cutting into her heart like shards of glass.
Dead eyes stared at her.
Heavy footsteps stopped by her head. She opened her eyes. Bright light shone down at her. She squinted. A hand descended, grabbed her wrist. “Think you’re a rebel, do you?” a deep voice growled.
The voice. Not the demon. The other one. The one that held her and made her body worthless.
She struggled, pulling back. It screamed, hissing so loudly it made stars dance in her vision.
The grip on her wrist held tight, fingers pinning into her wrist, bridging the skin. She screamed out, a stream of pain and anguish.
“Let me go!”
He shook her, jarring her brain, making her see stars.
“Honey….” her voice trailed off into the rush of the tide, into the dark night.
He was gone.