Outrun the Madness
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Poor Annie is running. A hand that looked like one of those claw-like branches that had earlier tried to grab her was the last thing she saw.

Outrun the Madness

She was running as fast as she could.

Her feet were almost running away from under her as if desperately trying to leave her soul ...

Her feet were almost running away from under her as if desperately trying to leave her soul ... behind.

Her breathing hurt so bad as if somebody were piercing her chest repeatedly with a sharp blade.

And yet ...

she didn't mind the terrible pain ...

she didn't mind the terrible pain ... the inhumane hurt that was taking hold of her tender body ...

the insane pounding of her heart that was about to tear her chest apart.

She didn't mind the ice-cold wind hitting her wet face ...

She didn't mind the ice-cold wind hitting her wet face ... the claw-like branches clutching at her long dark hair ...

She didn't mind the ice-cold wind hitting her wet face ... the claw-like branches clutching at her long dark hair ... caressing it with a cold, cold touch.

She didn't mind the ice-cold wind hitting her wet face ... the claw-like branches clutching at her long dark hair ... caressing it with a cold, cold touch. Branches that were bare of leaves and life.

Just like her body would soon be ...

Just like her body would soon be ... bare of the life that was already starting to leave her.

No - she didn't mind those.

No - she didn't mind those. What she d i d mind was ...

hearing those footsteps behind her ...

hearing those footsteps behind her ... footsteps that didn't seem to be in a hurry

hearing those footsteps behind her ... footsteps that didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.

Those footsteps that weren't running as fast

Those footsteps that weren't running as fast as she was,

Those footsteps that weren't running as fast as she was, yet were catching up ...

Those footsteps that weren't running as fast as she was, yet were catching up ... fast.

That fear she felt inside,

That fear she felt inside, that terror that took control,

That fear she felt inside, that terror that took control, drove her insane.

Her strength started to fail her,

Her strength started to fail her, but

Her strength started to fail her, but she didn't turn around.

Her eyes started to become blurry,

Her eyes started to become blurry, but

Her eyes started to become blurry, but she didn't turn around.

Her sweat started to turn into pearls of ice,

Her sweat started to turn into pearls of ice, but

Her sweat started to turn into pearls of ice, but she didn't turn around.

Then,

Then, she felt his breath ...

Then she felt his breath ... his cold, cold breath

so close,

so close, so terribly close ...

A hollow voice whispered in her ear,

A hollow voice whispered in her ear, 'Don't run, Annie!'

She tripped.

'Why are you running, Annie?'

She stumbled

She stumbled ... and fell down.

'Are you running away from me?'

The taste of dead leaves and soil filled her mouth.

'You can't run away from me, Annie. You know that, don't you?'

She wanted to scream,

She wanted to scream, to call,

She wanted to scream, to call, to say something,

She wanted to scream, to call, to say something, to whisper,

but she had no strength anymore ...

but she had no strength anymore ... no power

but she had no strength anymore ... no power left inside her.

She felt his cold, cold hand when he turned her around.

She felt his cold, cold hand when he turned her around. The cold, cold touch of his skin,

She felt his cold, cold hand when he turned her around. The cold, cold touch of his skin. The cold, cold brush of his breath.

Then,

Then, for the last time,

Then, for the last time, she looked into his

Then, for the last time, she looked into his cold, cold eyes.

As black as this moonless night.

As black as this moonless night. As dark as this starless night.

As black as this moonless night. As dark as this starless night. As bleak as this last night

of her life.

Then he raised his hand -

a hand that looked like one of those claw-like branches that had earlier tried to grab her,

and she saw the bright, silvery flash coming down

and she saw the bright, silvery flash coming down before

all went dark.

'You shouldn't have run away, Annie!'

'You shouldn't have run away, Annie!' John put the little flask back into his pocket.

'You shouldn't have run away, Annie!' John put the little flask back into his pocket. 'This should help you get some sleep, poor Annie!'

Carefully, he lifted her from the ground.

'Now, why does the nurse keep forgetting to put the key back in the closet? The director won't be too happy about this, I can tell you that!'

He shook his head and carefully carried her back to the asylum.

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