Escape!
By Joseph Alan Gharaheeer
Keep running Ron, I thought to myself as I continued to push
my physical boundaries, running down the dimly lit main street in my small town
of Deshler, Ohio, doing my best to ignore the vicious crack of the winter
wind’s whip against my red, unsheltered face and the glaciating snowflakes that
fell upon it, numbing my exposed extremities and allowing me to almost ignore
the pain of the impending frostbite, a minute pleasure that may have been the
only upside in the otherwise absolute worst and most sickening night I had
experienced in the entirety of my short-lived life.
The massive amount of liquor I had ingested earlier in the
night dominated my system, allowing me to push through the impossible and
idiotic conditions I was trekking through by running in freezing temperatures,
which was more than I could say for my poor daughter, Michelle, who clung
tightly around my neck, teeth chattering in a never ending shiver and body
shaking from the cold her delicate frame was unable to withstand. Her eyes were
closed tightly, though her warm tears still managed to dedicate a steady stream
towards reaching my face, which was almost a blessing for in the brief moment
of impact they at least offered a small pinpoint of warmth, however fleeting
that may have been. Frightened, she rubbed her own soft and rosy frostbitten
cheek against my rough beard, the prickly feel of which she normally hated, but
which seemed to serve as a reminder of something familiar and memorable from
before this haunted night in an attempt to lead her to some happy nonexistent
place in her mind where she could find a smidgeon of comfort to hold on to as
her world came crashing down around her. Her lip quivered in an attempt to make
out some phrasing that couldn’t be understood over her sobs and the sound of my
heart echoing within my head. With each massive pound against my chest, I
expected it to finally make its way out of the cavity it resided in, which
would have been a blessing had it gotten me out of dealing with my current
situation, but I had to be sure my daughter was safe.
“Everything is going to be fine, honey,” I whispered in a
feeble attempt to console her, hoping to quell some of her fear. The smell of
freshly ingested Jack Daniels rolled past my chapped lips alongside my words as
they left my lying mouth.
Close to my side ran Annabelle, the young babysitter who had
been watching Michelle when I returned home from the bar, hammered and in a
hurry to protect my daughter from impending doom. She had been following me
since, in an attempt to reach safety from the dangers that approached, hoping
not to reach the same sad demise as the other townspeople, but she wasn’t my
responsibility, nor was she my concern. The odds were already against me
getting Michelle to safety, but I was going to do whatever I could to tip them
back in my favor.
I wasn’t sure how much longer my feeble body was going to be
able to hold out in the conditions that were thrust upon me, as I felt my
spaghetti noodle legs begin to give out. I couldn’t allow myself to drop here
in the middle of the street, so I looked around the abandoned road for some
sign of shelter where I could hide and attempt to protect my child. Going
inside a building was a bad idea, for I could still picture what happened to
the people trapped inside the bar, with nowhere to run to as the beast ripped
them to shreds while I snuck out of the bathroom window. It made such quick
work of the dozens of people in there, I could only imagine how easy it would
be for it to rip the three of us to shreds. I was frantic and beginning to
panic, unable to think straight due to my brain’s inebriated state and I
thought I was going to vomit when I finally laid eyes upon my safe haven.
I hurried across a wooden bridge which hung above a ditch
that I had once gotten my truck stuck in while driving home intoxicated, hence
the reason I didn’t have any vehicular transportation in this awful situation,
though if I had I would have been more than likely to crash it before getting
out of town anyways. I could see the remote shack in the middle of the field on
the other side of the bridge, the purpose of which I had never been entirely
certain, but I remembered seeing it in the distance when I crashed my truck
years earlier. It was far enough away from any street lights that if I could
get us there, we could potentially hide on top for as long as we had to in
order to become safe.
I looked back over my shoulder and saw the beast approaching
in the distance, still hungry after devouring the rest of my unfortunate
community, and ready to finish its meal. I needed a distraction if I was going
to get away from it and out of its sight, and I didn’t have to think for very
long before realizing what I had to do. I threw all of my weight to the right
against Annabelle’s small frame, catching her off guard and managing to knock
her over the edge of the small bridge. She screamed out in surprise and when
she reached the bottom she landed hard, probably breaking multiple limbs. If my
face wasn’t too numb to form an expression at this point, mine would have been
apologetic as I looked down at the poor high school girl I left to die. But a
moment was all I merited her, and I quickly continued across the field towards
the shack.
“Don’t open your eyes, baby,” I whispered to Michelle as I
continued my attempt to get her to safety. I looked back to see the beast leap
into the ditch with her and shortly after I heard screams of fear quickly turn
into screams of anguish. It roared as it ripped into her flesh as if she were
just another meal and while these sounds may have sickened anyone else, I
gladly accepted them with relief that the beast took the bait.
When I reached the shack, I ran around to the back of it so
that the beast wouldn’t see us if it did head in this direction. After a small
struggle, I finally managed to pull the sobbing Michelle from gripping me, and
I sat her down on a crate. I climbed up to it, and then lifted her high to the
safety of the building. Once she was up there, I grabbed onto the roof and
pulled myself up alongside her. I looked into the distance and saw the beast
retreating, and for the first time in over an hour, I began to feel like I had
an actual chance of survival.
“It’s alright now, sweetie. We’re safe here.” I held my
daughter close to me as we huddled for warmth under the night sky, heavily
littered with stars and plump full moon, as round as I’d ever seen it. For some
reason, I suddenly became transfixed on the object. I had never been interested
in the moon, and now was certainly not the time for its admiration, however, I
couldn’t manage to pull my eyes from it. That’s when I began to feel different.
The alcohol and the fear no longer dominated my body, but instead, it was as if
instinct took over.
“Daddy, what happened to your leg?” Michelle asked, finally
noticing the four gashes I had from when the beast managed to claw me on my way
out of the bathroom window. They had been the least of my worries, until now.
My back cracked as it arched straight up and I felt like
every bone in my body was breaking. The pain was unbearable, as my shape
shifted into something bigger, something stronger. I let out a small cry as fur
exploded from my body. My jaw extended into a snout, and my ears sunk into the
sides of my head, reshaping themselves towards the top of my skull. I fell
forward on hands which had formed themselves into furry paws. I howled once
more at my mistress in the sky, ready to serve her.
I no longer felt the pain from the gashes on my leg. I no
longer felt the heavy cloud of intoxication weighing upon me. I no longer felt
the cold underneath my new coat of fur. I no longer felt the guilt of
sacrificing Annabelle. Mostly, I no longer felt the need to protect the child
who cowered before me. I had escaped all of these things, and I simply felt the
need to feed. With one final howl, I pounced.
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