Writer: Sabaku No Kel
Fandom: Hellboy
Pairing: Hellboy x John Myers
Title: Escape
Words: 1105
Rating: Overall rating M
Disclaimer: I don’t own Hellboy or it’s characters and do not make any money out of writing this.
AN1: Okay this chapter’s a little different from what I usually write, I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. The reason it’s a little strange today is because I’ve been sick and doped up on pills all week. It started on Sunday and I’m just now starting to feel a little better so I was kinda delirious while typing this during the few hours I actually managed to stay awake.
But oh well, that’s life. So enjoy reading whatever this is and stay healthy!
000 Escape 000
Run. Just keep running. Don’t look back, you don’t want to see. Remember to breathe, breathing is important, breathing means you’re alive. Ignore every sound you hear, the growls and howls and screaming are just in your head, they’re not real.
Everything around you is a blur, the world is moving but you’re moving faster, trying to escape, to stay alive long enough to get away. Nothing matters anymore, if you live to run another day or die with your face down in the mud it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is that you don’t get caught because you know you can’t go back, no, rather death than going back there.
You distantly realize the shift in scenery as your feet hit the ground, no longer hard and cold below you but rather soft and wet as your feet make splashing noises with every step you take. You don’t know if that’s a good thing or not but you realize you really don’t have time to be thinking about it right now. No, just focus on breathing and running, breathing and running.
You run for hours but it could just as well only have been minutes since your escape, you’re just glad you haven’t been caught yet though you remind yourself not to get your hopes up yet, not until you’re safe.
Remember those sounds you were supposed to ignore, yes those, they’re getting louder did you know that. They’re catching up to you or you’re getting slower, doesn’t matter which one it is because they’re coming for you.
You try to force yourself to run faster but it doesn’t seem to be working as the sounds keep getting closer, keep getting louder as the little amount of blood you have left inside you runs cold. Your heart threatens to stop but you tell it to go on for just a little longer, to just keep moving for a little bit longer because they can’t catch you now, they just can’t!
You’re close, you can feel it and though you try to hold it back you can’t stop the hope from blooming inside you. You’re going to make it, you have to.
The sounds suddenly cease and the silence scares you, the sound of your own heavy footfalls, panting breath and frantically beating heart all sound deafening to your ears in their own right. The feeling that something’s wrong, terribly wrong, creeps up your spine and grips you with terror, you want to turn around and see if they’re still following you but you ignore the urge and keep running.
The scenery shifts again though this time it’s not your feet that notice the change, it’s your eyes that realize you’ve run into a clearing and that heavy sense of <i>
wrong</i> only grows stronger.
Before you even realize it the ground is coming up to meet you and you barely have the sense of mind to recognize the trap they had set for you as the sound comes back though this time twice as loud and a dozen times more frightening.
You scream and try to get back up but something is holding you down, dragging you back into the dark even as you try desperately to grab onto something, anything that can save you.
You kick at whatever it is that is dragging you away from your freedom, refusing to give in when you’re so close, so damn close but just out of reach.
Suddenly, a miracle, you manage to get loose and before you can even start to wonder how you’re back on your feet and running. You run like the devil is on your heels though you know that what’s following you is far, far worse.
You make it out of the clearing within a matter of seconds and the trees provide you with cover and you pray it will be enough. The sounds are still following you and you’re running on adrenaline and the last bit of energy you have left, everything hurts and you barely manage to stay conscious even though your legs feel like they’re breaking with every step you take.
You fear for your life as footsteps, louder than your own, steadily catch up to you, hardly more than a few feet behind you now as you try to scream for help. You open your mouth but no sound comes out and you’re on the verge of tears as you can almost feel death’s bony claws ripping at your soul.
A crushing pain and you go down a second time though this time you stay down, preparing for the feel of cold claws and sharp teeth to start ripping at your flesh but the feeling never comes.
You manage to lift your head, though it’s barely an inch of the ground its high enough to see a large silhouette standing before you. The pounding pain in you skull makes you realize you had probably ran into the creature though your mind quickly wonders to the fact that you have yet to be attacked yet, not by the monsters chasing you or the creature in front of you.
The creature lift’s its arm and you see the shine of a gun in its hand and you figure this is the end. You can almost see your own body lying bleeding on the ground, a gaping hole in your skull as your own lifeless eyes stare back at you.
The sound of gunfire rings in your ears and you expect to feel the cold graze of a bullet before the even colder feeling of death washes over you but again the feeling never comes. There is no blood, no cold and no pain, only the pounding of your beating heart and the ragged inhale of breathe as you stare at the creature in wonder.
Another shot follows the first and you realize the sounds you were fearing so much earlier are slowly starting to thin out as shot after shot blasts from the gun until all that’s left is silence once again. The silence is comforting and you feel like you could cry with joy, it’s over, it’s over, are the words that echo in your skull as you stare at the creature that saved you from the darkness.
The creature lifts you into its arms and you recognize the face suddenly so close to your own. A face from the past, a distinctive face that could only belong to one person, Hellboy’s face.
“I’ve got you Boy Scout, you’re safe now.” Your demonic saviour whispers at you as tears of joy roll down your cheeks. You’re safe.
000 Escape 000
AN2: And the strangeness is done! Those of you who are confused, I don’t blame you and to those of you who actually managed to catch a bit of storyline in this I salute you (especially because I wrote this with no actual plot or idea in mind, heck I’m still not sure what John was being chased down by but frankly I don’t really care anymore).
So was this week’s chapter exceptionally bad or was it still readable? Let me know…
~~~Read long and prosper, <i>
Sabaku No Kel</i>~~~
