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She should have been able to hear the monster pursuing her, but her white-gold ears could only comprehend the drumming rhythm of her frantic heart. Her jaws were parted, gulping in air, screaming wordless screams, all at once. She didn’t have what it would take to cast a glance behind and have the terrible fact confirmed to her, but she knew, she knew who and what was chasing after her. A terrible flash of memory revealed to her why she didn’t have a voice. Fingers, already stained by the earth she had torn into, darted to claw at her throat, and turned deep red and moist with the blood that sprouted out of the gaping wound above her narrow collarbone. It wasn’t air she was breathing, but blood, and instead of spewing out words of help, she coughed foul-tasting scarlet.
The Aston girl stumbled and fell, leaving a spray of crimson to be devoured by the dry ground as she got back up on her feet and continued on. Both hands were pressed against the heavily weeping wound of her thorn out throat, sticky and spoiled with red mess. She ran blindly, chest heaving as she spewed red over leaping barley. She could remember it all so well now. The dark woman with the kind face that had turned into something gruesome before her eyes. She had lured the girl with a sweet smile and her soothing, maternal voice, but as the girl had drawn close, she had become a wicked, evil being matched only by the puppy eater and the one that had pushed her down as she had struggled to get away from the witch that wanted her blood. His eyes were blue!
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