Bloody Escape (open) Apr 24, 2014 3:54:02 GMT
Post by Elliot Atwood on Apr 24, 2014 3:54:02 GMT
His sockets had opened once again when he fell out of the back of the van, causing him to bleed all over the front of his ragged clothes and his face. The pain was enough to drive him to the brink of his sanity and he could only stumble through what he thought to be a forest. More than once in the twenty minutes he had been on his feet had he felt the rough bark of a tree scrape across his skin as he ran straight into them. He could feel every subtle shift in the wind and in the ground beneath his feet. In the distance he heard the sounds of growling and barking. Were they wolves? He couldn't say for sure. The sound of every little animal around him pounded against his eardrums. At least the sound wasn't as unbearable as the sound of the town they had driven through. The rumbling roar of engines, lights buzzing unmercifully, a million shouting voices drowning out all thought and splitting his mind. He tripped over a root and hit the dirt, mineral smells filling his nose. It was all too much. All of his senses were overloading him. He crawled on his hands and knees weakly. It was his damn curiosity that had gotten him into this mess; had lead him to that maniac vampire's torture chamber for weeks. It had earned him this blindness and opened every other sense far too wide. He wasn't sure how far he could crawl, but at least he knew that the mad man hadn't noticed his escape. He felt his way over to the base of a tree and he leaned against it. He had no choice. If someone was out there, he needed them. He drew in a deep breath and screamed. "HELP!!!" Immediately it felt as though his skull had exploded. His own voice ravaged his hearing and he curled into a ball. He shivered from the pain and prayed to whatever gods were listening that someone was coming to save him from this madness.