96. The Golden Eyes

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I gulped audibly as a scene was played in my mind which unfortunately I have seen more then once in my life.

The golden pair of eyes, beckoning me closer like a beacon among the darkness and then they turn from molten gold to burning red.

It's the scene from my recurrent dreams. It was my nightmare that has now come to life and taken the form of a man. This man that stood beside the flames eating away the darkness around him yet he was still nothing more then a shadow.

I know what will come next. The shift. The gold will turn to crimson and that is when he will attack. 

That is what happens in my dreams and I wake up after it. But this time, it seems I wont wake up again.

But- then it means, I am not dead. Not yet. He hasn't attacked yet so it means I still have a chance. 

One in million, yes. Still, a chance that I am willing to take.

Gulping one more time I blinked watching the man remain unmoving in his place. 

That's when I turned, picking a random direction that wasn't leading back to him, I bolted.

Winding swooshing past my ears and path lit by the fires blazing behind me, I moved my limbs like my life depended on it. And it did.

For a while I couldn't hear or sense anything but the sound of my own feet moving non stop through the forest over the undergrowth, all the while hoping no vine or shrubs gets tangled in my feet this time.

If I fall I won't get a chance to get back up again... ever.

A tiny wretched feeling began to blossom within my chest; I was beginning to feel hopeful. 

Hopeful that I might live through this night and see the sun rise once again. If I could just make it back I could be saved, if I could just outrun him, I could be saved.

And this time, my wish was not granted. The sound of rustling leaves and crunching twigs from behind began and slowly started coming closer and closer.

He was running behind me. I could feel it now not just hear it. 

The goosebumps prickling over my skin serving a telltale sign how close he was getting.

If it wasn't for our surrounding, I could never hear him come for that's how silently he moved. Just like his form, a shadow.

Then again, I do not need to hear him when I could feel him approaching with every fiber of my being. 

My hands contrary to my movement started feeling cold and the sweat from overheated muscles now turning cold like I was doused in icy waters as the gloom of my fast approaching demise loomed over me like a rainy cloud not leaving me for a second.

My eyes caught what turned visible like a beacon in despair.

From the gaps of the trees, I could see my house getting closer by every step I took.

By some miracle I had chosen the direction of my home it appears.

A new sense of hope now made me feel courage against all hope. As I fought harder to survive.