The Moonless Night

Hatred is a beast that cannot be tamed.

The Moonless Night

Bradley Voltatt ran down the paved road. His dark attire made it difficult to tell him apart from the cloudy, moonless night. Not even the stars were about to illuminate and guide him along the pitch black road on which he ran. All he could do was continue forward and hope no obstacles lied strewn about because he knew that if he tripped and fell, there would be no getting back up.

All Brad heard was his feet as they pounded against the asphalt. He wasn’t even

sure where he was going anymore, he just new he had to move forward, he had to get away, he didn’t want to die. His heart hammered away in his chest as he struggled to keep his head trained forward. Despite the fact that the wind blew against his face, his eyes had been open wide. He had been far too tempted to turn around, to see if he was still being hunted, to see if the glowing, red eyes still stalked silently through dead of night. He needed to keep his head forward, he had known that if he faltered or hesitated for even a moment, he would die.

Brad wasn’t sure how long he had ran, but each ragged breath told him he couldn’t run for much longer, time was running out. Every step he took made him want to throw up. He had to risk it. He turned his head to look behind him, and saw what he dreaded most. Against the all encompassing veil of night, he saw the red, glowing eyes as they danced silently against their dark backdrop. They moved with a steady rhythm that showed just how outmatched he had been. There was never any chance for escape. It had toyed with him, like a small child that played with its food, he had been nothing more than entertainment. His blue eyes locked onto the red and if he had ran out of pure instinct, he would have froze on the spot, as if he stared into the eyes of Medusa.

Brad gave out a terrified scream, one that shattered dead silence that had haunted him up to that point. It reverberated through the darkness as a plea for help that would forever go unheard. HIs time had run out.

He had put all of his strength into his legs, he pushed himself to move even faster than he had been. His breathes had been laboured, and painful as he sucked in the air that had rapidly dropped in temperature due to the sheer coldness of the beast. His body shivered as his heart thundered away, he could feel the cold hatred that resonated off the beast and even more so from the eyes attached to it.

It had not taken long for his legs to buckle under the unsustainable pressure. He crashed hard to the asphalt below which had sent a crippling pain throughout his already battered body. He curled in fetal position as the temperature continued to drop as cold, red eyes slowly made their way closer to Brad’s body. Silent tears streamed from his eyes, he knew without a shadow of a doubt, that he would die.

A man that who never prayed, clasped his hands in a vocal worship. A man haunted by his hate, begged for love. A man who wanted nothing more than his life, perished away on the moonless night.