This was my last chance; my only chance. Whatever happened after this, it would determine what I become. I could do this! I had to do this. I tightly clutched the sword in my hand, panting deeply as I tried to catch my breath. It was quiet I thought - too quiet. That could only mean that it had gone to stalk another prey. I had to be fast when I moved. Any type of movement or sound would be heard. Every voice in my head was telling me to move, preferably to run in the opposite direction, but I stayed. Watching. Listening. The voices of the Lost Ones echoed through the trees in the distance, and I knew I had to strike. The piercing screams turned my breathing into gasps, but I remained motionless and calm. Its noisy voice was carried throughout the forest - the bizarre, animalistic growl vibrated through the branches- and I knew it was coming closer. I allowed my muscles to become tense, gripping the sword tighter, ready for the swift movement of the blade that would sever its deformed head off its body. I would let it move past me, and it would be mine. That's what I thought. .
I shifted back, my weight snapping a twig at my feet. The crack could be heard in the silence. A string of curses flew through my mouth as I realized what I had done. I, Freya Marin, had just become the hunted. I had completely avoided being detected until now. Stupid Freya. Stupid, stupid. The creature was screeching now, its snarling voice filling up the forest with a shocking grunt. I hated it. The ugliest creature I had ever seen. A Bezerker. As I looked past the tree and into the woods, a pair of glaring red eyes stared right at me and was heading in my direction. "Alright Frey, this is the moment. It all comes down to this moment. Just kill it then run," I said as I took my stand ready to fight the Bezerker. .
I didn't think it through. My arms moved, slicing through flesh and bones as long thick fingers reached out to grab me.
