As she tried desperately to get away, the roars of motorcycles gained their pace. The cliff was no advantage to the woman either.
The rocky climate kept tripping her, tearing at exposed skin on her legs. It was as if the cliff was on their side.
When she tripped exhausted over a sharp part of the cliff, she found herself unable to get up.
The motorcycles had pulled up to a stop right behind her. Finally, she turned to see her makers. Four pairs of eyes stared cruelly at her, orange and yellow like hellfire.
The vicious laughing continued as the four faces were revealed in to moonlight. One smiled, flashing a mouthful of sharp teeth.
Screams escaped the woman’s mouth as they swooped in, leaving her vision in complete darkness.
Violet Eaves woke with a disoriented start. She found herself sore and gasping for air, crash landed on the hardwood floors of her bedroom. The dreams were becoming more realistic than ever.
She could still feel the scrapes along her legs and the sting of the wind across her face. She checked across her body to see if there were really any wounds at all.
To her surprise, there were none.
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