The Chase- Part 3 The forest. My childhood nightmare of that one evening in July. I'd had an argument with my sister-Phoebe- and I'd told her that I hated her and that I couldn't care less if she was dead. After that, I ran away and found myself in this exact forest. But while I was here I encountered some vey nasty beasts. This is how I met The Chaser. I was the only prey to ever escape him and he want revenge. 10 years later and he still hasn't given up. As he emerges from the trees my heart beats faster. "Don't let hime know you're afraid" I tell myself. I staggered up and steadied myself. This could turn out a whole lot worse that last time. Then it was silent. Deathly silent. Why was he waiting this long? He raised his hand and his eyes became jet black colour. As his eyes were expanding in size, a gust of wind blew over the forest which knocked me off my feet once again. Pain shot up my arm faster than the speed of light. I was becoming more and more vulnerable as echo second past. At least this time there would be no aftermath. Would there?