Chapter 27: Chase


    I didn’t stick around long enough to find out what would happen if I didn’t run, and I didn’t look over my


    shoulder. I focused on the sidewalk ahead, running as fast as I could as my fear came true: I heard the


    sound of feet running behind me. They were getting closer, and I knew that the stranger was pursuing


    me.


    “Help!” I yelled, but the streets were deserted. No one was around to hear me, and even if they were, I


    had heard stories about women’s cries for help being ignored before. I couldn’t even call the police


    since I lost my phone.


    “Slow down!” the stranger called from behind me. I picked up my pace, my heart pounding harder and


    faster with every step, my legs pumping as fast as I could make them.


    Suddenly, the stranger picked up his speed and caught up to me, circling around me and cutting me


    off. I shrieked and turned around to run in the other direction, but he grabbed my wrist and held me


    fast.


    “Let go!” I screamed, wrenching my arm as hard as I could. My wrist burned and throbbed, but I got


    away.


    I had two options: keep running in a straight line out in the open in the hopes that he would either give


    up or someone woulde along to help me, although he would probably catch me again just as


    easily, or… I could dart into the woods next to us and use the darkness to my advantage. Maybe I


    could lose him between the trees, plus the campus was right on the other side of this patch of woods,


    so I could possibly find a public safety officer once I got there.


    I knew it wasn’t the smartest option. but it made sense in my terrified mind.


    Without taking longer to think about it, I sprinted as fast as I could into the woods.


    “Hey!” the stranger yelled, crashing into the woods after me as I wove around trees in an attempt to


    lose him. “You’re not gonna get far. I can smell you!”


    My heart leaped up in my throat. He could… smell me?


    This guy was really nuts!


    I kept running, darting through the dark woods in the hopes that I would lose him, but his footsteps


    never sounded far off. My lungs and my legs burned, but still I picked up speed. Just a little more


    distance and I woulde out on the other side of the woods….


    It was dark, and I didn’t see the ravine.


    Suddenly, I was falling down a hill, my limbs scraping against rocks and tree roots as I tumbled down. I


    felt my head hit against something hard, then everything went ck.


    When I came to, I wasying in the bottom of the ravine. I groaned and sat up, mud caked to my face


    and my clothes, and frantically looked around. The stranger was nowhere to be found; had I lost him, or


    had he just not caught up yet?


    I attempted to stand. Thankfully, my body wasn’tpletely broken, although I felt dizzy from hitting my


    head.


    The side of the ravine was steep, and when I tried to climb it, my sore and trembling limbs couldn’t


    muster up enough strength to haul myself up. I would have to find an area that was less steep, but it


    was hard to see in the darkness down here without a shlight.


    I started to walk carefully, my shoes soaked with water and mud. Every step ached more and more, but


    I had to keep going in case the stranger was going to catch up, and even if he did give up and leave, I


    couldn’t spend the night out here in the woods.


    The further I walked, the sounds of the woods became more pronounced and frightening. Every sound


    of the wind creaking through the pine trees, the hoot of an owl, and the scurrying of a weasel made me


    jump like a scared animal, but I did my best to calm my nerves and just keep going.


    There was one sound, however, that was different from the rest.


    It sounded like a low growl.


    I turned in a full circle, my eyes scanning my surroundings as best they could in the dark. There was


    nothing there that I could see, but I felt like…prey.


    The growling grew louder. Was it a bear? A mountain lion? A wolf? I had never thought that such


    animals would linger so close to town and to campus, but it wasn’t unheard of here in Canada. I felt


    incredibly stupid foring out here in the middle of the night like this, but what other choice did I


    have?


    “Don’t… move.”


    The stranger’s voice came right from behind me. I went to scream, but a gloved hand pped over my


    mouth and a thin arm wrapped around my waist. All I could do was squeeze my eyes shut tight and


    hope that my fate. would at least be quick and painless.


    The growling grew in volume. It didn’t sound like any animal I had heard before. It sounded… human


    and catlike at the same time, and it wasn’ting from the stranger.


    “Stay back!” the stranger shouted. ” She’s protected.”


    Protected?


    The growling only continued. The stranger pulled me back with him. I opened my eyes a crack to see


    something that shook my world for the millionth time in the past two days.


    It wasn’t human, nor was it an animal. It was a mix between the two, like a sick science experiment


    gone wrong.


    It was huge, far bigger than any human or feline I had ever seen. It stood on two legs, but its body was


    shaped like that of a mountain lion while still possessing anthropomorphic traits.


    I didn’t know what it was exactly, but I knew one thing: it was a monster.


    The beast snarled and leaped toward us. The stranger released his grip on me and threw me to the


    side, where I tumbled to the ground with a shriek. The monster turned toe after me, but the


    stranger barreled into the monster’s side and knocked it over.


    They fought in a tangle of limbs. I couldn’t make out exactly what was happening in the darkness, but


    the sounds said it all. The sounds of the monster yelping and… bones ttering.


    The monster suddenly shrieked and scurried off into the woods on all fours.


    “What…” I whispered, pushing myself up from the ground.


    The stranger came over to me.


    “Rogue,” he replied. “We need to leave.”


    He held out his hand to help me up. As he did so, the moon came out from behind a cloud and


    illuminated him. His hood had slipped back, and his mask and sunsses hade off to reveal no


    flesh, no eyes, nothing but a skull


    “It’s you?” I screamed, scrambling backwards. “Get away from me!”


    The skeleton sighed and dropped his hand. “That thing will be back soon,” he said. “If you want to live,


    you need toe with me. I promise I’m not here to hurt you.”


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    “How do I know if I can trust you?” I responded, my voice shaking.


    “Because,” the skeleton said, stepping toward me and grabbing my shoulders, hauling me up to my


    feet and leaning close. “Enzo sent me. I’m your bodyguard.”


    As I stood, my leg was on pins and needles. I hadn’t realized the pain before, but now I knew that I


    would certainly be dead meat if I didn’t get out of here, and it seemed that this skeleton was my only


    ticket home.


    With a hesitant nod, I let the skeleton hoist me onto his back and carry me. He walked easily up the


    ravine without holding onto anything, carrying me as though I weighed nothing. Soon we were back on


    campus.


    He set me down on the sidewalk. “I can’t be seen like this,” he said, “so you’ll have to go the rest of the


    way. Can you walk?”


    I nodded. My leg hurt, but I could still put a little weight on it and limp back to my dorm.


    The skeleton nodded in response and disappeared into the woods. I stared after him for a few


    moments, still in awe of what had just happened, before I started slowly making my way home.


    When I got home, I opened the door to my suite.


    “What the fuck happened to you?!” Lori said from her spot at the counter ind, her eyes wide as she


    looked me up and down.


    “I fell,” I lied, limping over to my room. I put my hand on the doorknob and opened the door.


    Enzo was sitting on the edge of my bed. He looked up at me, his eyes widening as he took in my dirty


    and bloody appearance.


    “What the hell?!” I said, turning back toward Lori.


    “He said he really needed to talk to you,” she said. “And he found your phone.”


    I didn’t bother to ask why Lori let him into my room, because she was clearly stoned. I sighed and


    turned back toward Enzo, who looked at me with concern written across his face.


    Taking a deep breath, I walked into my room and shut the door behind me. In a strange way, I was


    relieved to see Enzo.