This choice: You stay quiet, but Meg notices you anyway, thinking you're a bug. • Go Back... You stay quiet hoping that Meg won't notice you. Sadly you were unware of how sharp Meg's hearing was. As Meg's sneakers come closer and closer, she notices a tiny figure trying to hide in a puddle. It was you. Meg's eyes grow large.
"Is that a..."
"I'm not a bug" you attempt to yell as the water sloshes about.
But your words aren't heard over the sound of Meg's heavy breathing. You hope of rescue is shattered by a single word.
"Disgusting!" Her sneaker hurdles down towards your position. You leap out of the way as the impact of the landing sends you tumbling out of the puddle.
"Ow ow ow," You complain.
"Get back here you creepy little bug." Meg snarls. Without waiting to see where her sneaker will land next you take off running.
You're faster than any person you know among your friends, but Meg is faster. Meg's heavy footsteps quickly close the distance between you. She's breathing hard, the sounds coming from her lungs are the sound of a desperate hunt. The force of her sneakers rang like thunder. You were pelted by bits of dirt as she lifted up her foot as she stomped after you. It was terrifying to hear such forceful footfalls. Yet it was the only reason that you were likely still alive.
"Crap crap crap crap" you chant while running.
"You think you're so tough little bug." Meg's sneer was clear, even at this distance. You weren't even sure where she was looking. But the cracking of the earth reassured you that she in fact knew where you were. You weren't going to give her a chance to catch you, so you sprinted harder, the wind roaring past your ears.
You hear another crash behind you. Then another. Then another. It was only by the third that you realized she was kicking up clumps of dirt in the air and aiming them at you. If you got hit, you would be buried in the sand and soil, and that would be the end.
The clumps of dirt and rock were not that fast compared to her steps. You were able to dodge out of the way. You could feel the dirt raining down on your back as you dodged. It was still terrifying.
"Aren't you a fast one." Meg growled, the sound of her feet hitting the ground had a rhythm. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. They came in regular intervals, which made the chase that much more stressful. There was no pattern to her movements. You were just hoping you would be able to dodge each time. But you felt yourself growing tired you couldn't outrun her forever.
The ground was wet, but your clothes were already soaked with sweat, making the chill wind feel colder than it was. You were shivering, but that wasn't slowing you down. At least you hoped it wasn't.
You could still hear Meg's breath. The heat put off by her body was a reminder that she was close. Very close. And there was no place to hide. Not that you would dare, any hiding place was quickly dismissed as Meg plodded after you.
You couldn't out run her, but could you out smart her. You saw a tree, and a crazy idea popped into your head. You made a quick dash for the trunk.
"Hah, Hah, hah, hah." Meg's heavy breaths were loud enough to cover the sound of your approach. She kept on walking forward, not even looking down. She seemed so sure that you were in front of her, and you wanted to keep it that way.
"Hah, hah, hah, hah." Her voice was getting quieter. The gap between you was growing. You needed to act fast.
You reached the tree, and started climbing. You had only seconds before she noticed. The bark was coarse, and it scratched your arms. You could feel the roughness of the tree against your chest as you climbed.
Your foot slipped, but you managed to catch yourself. Your heart was pounding.
Your fingers were digging into the rough bark. It hurt. But you were almost at the first branch. Just a little higher.
"What was that?" Meg asked her eyes locking onto the tree.
You didn't reply.
"Did you go into that tree?"
She must have heard the rustling of the branches. You cursed your awful luck.
"Well if you want to play in the leaves then let's see how good you are at this game."
There was no need to look back to see the evil grin that was probably spreading across her face.
She reached out her arm and grabbed the tree. She reached out her arm and grabbed the tree. She started shaking the tree.
Your body was shaking in time with the tree.
It was an experience like no other. The sensation of the air whipping around you, then being thrown around, it was almost like being in a violent storm, but you had no control over anything. You felt your grip begin to slip.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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