Predator

Wheat had collapsed on either side as if parting to form a hallway; my eyes were glued to the track which slowly withered away in the distant maze of darkness.

            “Come on Cora we haven’t all day, quickly, before Ferguson sees us,” barked Pete.

            Traipsing backwards my face spinning back and forth like a corkscrew as the mysteries that lay beyond the track stared back at me lurking in the unknown that consumed the field. Weaving its way through the wheat hiding and hiding readying to pounce onto its prey. My back still kept half turned, wincing in the direction of the track.

            Roger spiralled with me as if every step we took, the shattering knives of grass beneath our feet warned us. Yet nothing was visible but the odd presence of an invisible creature staring at us with glee and excitement. We sauntered ahead, our feet striding as if they had their own minds, as sweat leaked through the crevices that tangled in our skins. Our backs ducked as the blinding light tore holes in our eyes. But there was still was that strange sensation that obliged my heart to beat faster pumping fear through our exhausted veins.

            Suddenly, as we turned to Pete, he had vanished. Maybe he was ahead of us? I questioned myself as I quivered as if I was attempting to pick up a building. I looked to my right. I looked to my left. There was no sight of him - nowhere to be seen. Growling resonated in the air. Something was behind us. I caught a glimpse of it. A long crawling man, his bones had been twisted and tangled in his flesh, lied exposed. Without hesitation I ran across the track in the opposite direction. But he was fast. Hastily gaining on us. As we could start to make out the details on his face, I froze. Every hair on my body was standing up as a shiver crept up my back, grazing against my skin. Thin, scarlet veins stretched across my eyes laying as tight as violin strings. Pete’s glasses glimmered in the sunlight covered in an oozing, red which dripped onto the track from his mouth.

            “I was abruptly alerted, as I could hear Roger’s booming voice hammering my ear drums, Run! Run for your lives!”

            Then Roger halted staring at me. I looked back and then turned to the creature. It had disappeared along with Pete.