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Jason tensed, dropping to one knee. The weight of his body making
soft crunching noises in the light snow, his hand automatically reaching for
an arrow on his back. His eyes scanned the dense snow coated brush, staying
almost perfectly still, a slight twitch of his left eye as he knocked an arrow
and slowly drew his bow to half draw, was the only outward sign of the fear
that racked his mind. The bow was of a fine make, made of Yew wood, with
gilded gold and silver caps, perfect draw weight for him, and flexible, yet
sturdy. Strangely, if you had asked him any of these questions, he would
have had no idea the answer. At the moment, he couldn’t have recalled his
own name; such was the greatness of the fear that engulfed him now.
As he knelt there, shivering slightly from the cold, his breath turning
to ice particles even as it left his lips, and tinkled softly on the cold, hard,
packed soil beneath. He knelt there, barely daring to move, and he wondered.
He wondered how he had come to this. How he could have ever let this
happen. Then, he thought grimly, that psycho murderer who wants to kill me.
He shook his head grimly at the thought, thinking back on how just an hour
and a little earlier, his biggest worry was whether or not his football team
would take the state championship, or whether Jessica Livingston liked him
or not. Now he was running for his life through a snowy forest, a bow in his
hand- a bow! - and wondering whether or not his next breath would be his
last.
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Jason stood up slowly, his frozen limbs straining in protest. If this
doesn’t end soon, I might not make it back up from a sitting position for the
A rabbit. That was what had caused him all the trouble. A rabbit. It
had put him on edge; on the very verge of panic. A rabbit. He sighed again,
thinking hard on the events that had led him to being terrified of a rabbit.
He felt like sighing again, but was afraid to make any more noise. Erik. The
name rebounded off the walls of his skull inside his head, as if desperate to
find a way out and somehow cause more harm than its bearer already had. In
truth it couldn’t have. A slight noise, and he was convinced yet again that
Eric was out there, over there, or right behind there, always there, always
Jason set off again, walking fast, but not yet running, breathing hard.
Not tired, driven on by the insane drive to live, to survive, and to win. Jason
knew he would die. But he would live for as long as possible. Until he was
murdered. Murdered and forgotten. No-one would know why. But he would.
Eric would know, and he would move on, always moving, never stopping, always
With a grunt, Jason lowered himself slowly down on the wet ground,
shattered the spirits of the two rested, leaning on one another for support.
Jason closed his eyes, and rested. It was too late to escape now, the
race was over. He felt it. He knew it. He was it. And he was finished. Erik
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For the last time, Jason thought back on his life. He had it pretty
good; he was good at sports, (or at least football anyway) he had good grades
in school, had a great family, his dog Marley was the best pit bull in the
world, his little sister was only annoying sometimes, and his parents were
pretty understanding. He was sixteen, with his life all ready for him to come
and take it. He would be joining the Marines in a couple of years, and he was
confident that he would rise up through the ranks fast enough to make a
But that all seemed like just a distant dream now. He would never
graduate, never join the marines. He would never even wake up the following
morning –a Saturday – and rush to get ready for football practice He would
never wake up from this nightmare that was real, and he would never taste
“If only, boo hoo hoo!” Mocked Eric’s voice from behind Jason’s right
ear. As tired as Jason was, he leaped up and away from the noise, only to run
directly into Eric in front of him. Eric shoved him backward with inhuman
strength, and sent Jason sprawling into a snow bank, where he lay unmoving
in a heap.
Eric smiled cruelly and lifted Jason up until his feet were more than a
foot off the ground. He then smiled cruelly and dropped him back on the
ground saying, “Get up, and pick up that bow before you wet yourself.”
Jason stood up, barely containing a whimper. No, he would not shame
himself with that. “I am no longer afraid of you!” Jason replied defiantly, his
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voice cracking. “I welcome death now, after so long running and hiding. I do
Eric’s smug smile vanished. “Is that so?” he asked. “Then do you fear
Jason struggled to his feet, his strength and resolve ebbing. “I do not
Eric kicked him in the face, and pushed him to the ground. “Then wake
up!” he shouted, kicking Jason again. “I already told you, you can’t wake up
and escape me unless you truly do not fear me!” He reached down and
grabbed Jason by the throat, picking him up, and slamming him against the
tree he had been resting on, cracking the tree down the center with the
And then Jason laughed. It was a horrible sound, and one that no-one
should ever hear. The laughter of a dead man. A man who is insane with pain
and fear, and welcomes death like an old friend. A noise that was all too
familiar to Eric, and he reveled in the sound. The sound of pain. The sound of
Eric stopped at the sound of it. He was ready. He could smell it. He
could feel it. And the best part was, he was still scared, so he was his. Eric
could already smell the blood in the air, the soft sound of flesh tearing from
bone, and the crack of bone as he sucked the marrow out and the sluicing
sound that blood makes as it flows from a wound, and the sweet of tangy
iron. And the pain. The pain as he ripped apart the man, feeling him break
beneath his jaws, and squirm as he ripped open his innards. Eric was
quivering with the anticipation of the kill, and the feeling of death.
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Eric dropped Jason’s limp body back down to the earth, and took a
step back. When Jason composed himself and found out where each of his
sputter out, as his chest burned like fire with every breath.
Jason drew a deep breath, slowly and shakily, and drew an arrow, but
he didn’t knock it, no, he lunged forward toward Eric, leading with the arrow
like a spear.
Eric easily sidestepped out of the way, and with inhuman speed,
grabbed the shaft from the air, and snapped it in half, driving the end he
still held –the one with the head- downward into Jason’s left thigh, all the
way to the bone, and through the other side, the shaft shattering at the
Jason’s thigh.
Jason cried out in pain and terror as his legs failed him and he fell to
the ground. Jason had taken life-guard training the year before, and he
knew that the arrow had severed his corroded artery, and that if he didn’t
stop the bleeding, he would go into shock. He knew that would mean certain
and slowly made his way back to the shattered tree stump, only ten feet
away. It took him about five minutes to finally reach the stump, while Eric
watched casually from the sidelines, not attacking, but not offering help
either.
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White-faced, and panting from the loss of blood, Jason heaved his leg
up onto the stump, and lay on his back on the ground, to keep his leg higher
than his heart, in order to slow the bleeding. Then he set to work.
It took him the better part of a minute to finally tear a strip off of
his shirt that was usable to act as a bandage and tourniquet. It took him
another minute to tie it off properly, the white cloth turning scarlet as soon
as he pressed it upon his wound. He knew that he had only minutes left to
scared. But he was. And this only made his fear worse.
“Oh come on and get up so we can end this.” Eric said, sounding bored.
“Hmmm… good point.” Replied Eric. “No, I will not let you go. It’s not in
my nature to let prey escape. No, I think that a duel should do it. A classic
style duel, you know. Twenty paces, turn, draw… and shoot!” Eric giggled like
Jason did a double take. There was no way that Eric could have pulled
“I can’t.” Jason replied through gritted teeth. “My leg is dead. As will
Eric made a tut-tut sound and walked up to Jason saying; “I will fix
your little scratch. As for the duel, I doubt you have much anything else to
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do here. If you don’t duel me, I wont fix your drumstick.” Eric caught
Jason felt the nausea rise in him (along with his Dinner), as Eric
walked closer to him, and bent down, his face drawing level with Jason’s.
“What will it be?” he asked, and Jason noticed that Eric’s face had
taken on a different appearance. Where as before, all Jason could see was a
mask of hatred and hunger, now he could make up individual distinctions that
made Jason want to puke. His features were the same as his own, although
they seemed more feline, and streamlined, and grotesque. He had the same
brown-black hair that all the males in his family had, and the blue eyes. His
Irish eyes, as his mother always said. Jason was as Irish as you can be, and
proud of it. But Eric was different. He was staring at himself, only the worst
“What will it be?” Eric asked again, and Jason knew what he had to do.
“I will agree to this madness if you give me your word as a man that
you will not cheat.” Jason replied, fully hoping that the demon would back
down from the prospect of being fair, and that perhaps he might get let go….
“Deal!” Eric shouted happily, as he reached over and placed his hand
deep into Jason’s wounded thigh, and pulled out the shaft, breaking the bone
Jason was in so much pain, he couldn’t even scream out, and he knew
“Quick.” Was all he could get out, before he passed out, into the
welcoming darkness.
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When Eric woke up, the sun was low on the horizon, and the snow was
all gone. Completely. There were apples, on the trees, and a squirrel was
Jason looked down at himself, and gone was the heavy wool coat and
fur lined boots, and in their place, he wore combat boots and BDU’s. In his
to sleep in his dreams, and he knew that once, when he was younger, he fell
“That really is quite pathetic.” Eric-Jason said with a short giggle. Eric
opened his eyes, and found that they were inside of his bedroom. He blinked
again and they were back in the clearing with the snow, and the shattered
tree. Jason glanced back down at himself and found he was wearing his
swimming trunks. “As you see, I have complete control.” He said. “This is
your dream, but you can’t control it unless you can conquer your fear of me.
But I can do anything I want to make you fear me!” he giggled that short,
evil giggle again. “But enough of that. I fixed your leg, and you gave me your
word that you would ‘agree to this madness’ if I did.” Eric finished, reaching
wouldn’t hurt him until the duel. As soon as he touched his skin, Eric-Jason
pulled him up so fast, that Jason was lightheaded, and pulled him up to face
him, their faces inches apart. “You will die!” Eric-Jason shouted, his face
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going insane, and his black eyes burning a blazing red-orange. The outrage
wondered if he had actually seen it. He blinked, confused. And realized that
he and his doppelganger were back to back, bows strung and in hand.
looked around confused. He was standing inside the gym at his high school;
the bleachers full of people cheering silently, people who looked like…him!
his swim trunks were gone and he was now wearing an all-white jumper, and
“You heard him, pace off!” Eric-Jason growled, quietly at Jason. Jason
glanced backward to where his twin had been just a moment before. He was
now about ten paces off, and Jason, realizing that his torture was soon to be
When he finished and looked up from his feet, they were all alone in
the woods again, where they had been when they first arrived.
turned around and did as he was told. Jason looked over at Eric.
was the most unpleasant thing his body could contort to.
He felt a surge of hope as his arrow flew right at Eric’s head, then he
felt like crying when it altered course mid-air, and flew just past Eric’s head.
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At that moment, Jason knew that this fight wasn’t going to be fair.
And he knew again that he would die. The demon had given him his word. And
he had lied.
A second later, Jason’s twin fired. Jason tried to move out of the way.
‘If he will cheat then I will cheat!’ He growled to himself. But he found out
Jason felt a surge of panic rise in him, even as the arrow flew at him.
It struck Jason’s right leg, right in the kneecap with a sound like an axe
Jason yelped with pain, and fear. Eric laughed his cruel and evil laugh.
Jason looked over at him through eyes blurry with pain, and felt a surge of
Eric-Jason glanced over at him and nodded his head, his eyes flicking
the required steps forward. Jason nodded and tried to follow suit, almost
falling to the floor when he discovered that he couldn’t move his right knee
“Draw” Eric-Jason said. As they both drew, Eric said; “Shoot.” Closely
one another.
This time, Jason’s arrow flew true, and struck Eric right between the
eyes… and flew out the other side. Eric’s arrow however, struck Jason in the
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left shin, going halfway to the fletching, and burrowing its way through the
Jason grimaced in pain, but didn’t falter. His eyes glazing over as he
went into a form of shock. He shuffled his feet forward the required five
steps and growled; “Take your steps you-!” the rest of his words were cut
off as he struggled through another spasm of pain, his face pale, yellow foam
Eric was taken aback by his prey’s continuance, but he liked his prey
fresh, and struggling, barely a moment from death, and Jason wasn’t ready
yet, so he continued with his preparation. The lust for kill frothing up inside
him, just as the bile was rising in Jason’s stomach, he doubled over and tried
to puke, but only producing a dry heave. As he opened his eyes and caught
“Draw and, well you know the deal! Just go!” Eric said, as he drew and
released. Caught by surprise, Jason barely drew before the arrow hit him,
and his aim was altered so that the arrow flew well off its target.
The arrow struck Jason in the abdomen, and went right out the other
side, leaving Jason to hold his intestines, and stomach in his hands, the
Eric could barely contain the urge to gorge on his prey’s flesh, and
suck the blood straight from his artery’s the heart still pumping furiously to
keep up with the loss of its precious ether… but no, he mustn’t until the time
“Again.” Jason barely whispered, “Draw a- the rest of his words ended
in a gurgle as blood erupted like a fountain from Jason’s mouth, his white
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jumpsuit now completely scarlet from the blood, and his face and hands the
same deep arterial red as the liquid pouring freely from his chest and legs.
Eric was shocked at his resilience, but took his five steps, they were
now only a few feet from each other, and Eric’s senses were on full alert.
Dropping his organs and bloody tissue to the ground, Jason drew to
half draw (All that his body could muster) and shot, the arrow clattering to
The arrow took Jason through the throat, and out the other side.
Jason dropped to his knees, grasping his throat, the blood spurting from
behind his fingers, all fear escaped from his being, and he died then, the last
sound he heard was the sound of which was made by Eric ripping away at the
flesh from his exposed stomach, as he gorged on his fresh feast, and the
blood-filled laughter of his enemy, as he sucked the blood straight from his
fading heart.
Jason woke with a start, his heart beating furiously in his chest, his
blankets discarded onto the floor, and his breath rapid. He looked down at
his mattress, the soft fabric of his blankets and his light green and black
room, with the words ‘Irish Pride’ painted on the wall in red. Blood red. He
night, and he laughed softly to himself at first, and then, with mounting
tears to his eyes, as he speculated how foolish he had been to believe that
didn’t assume anyone else in his house, other than perhaps his dog Marley
He glanced at the clock, worried he might have slept in too late, and
frowned. The clock wasn’t on. He crawled over on his hands and knees to his
bedside table and reached behind it, grasping around blindly for the power
The dream had been so real. The fear, the pain, and the cold. And
Eric. Eric was real. He knew it. Yet he was safe now. Because Eric was a
His hand now grasped the power cord, and he drew it toward himself.
As he pulled it out, he thought he felt a tug on the other side of the cord,
As a surge of fear welled up inside him, he stole a quick look over his
shoulder, and, for the briefest of moments, thought he saw a man standing
behind him, but a startled blink later, and the figure was gone.
behind the desk, and cried out in alarm, pulling his arm to his side, and
jumping back ward a few feet as a hideous severed head stared back at him.
Looking back, he saw the head was gone, and in its place, was the clown
He got it at the first circus he had ever been to. He had begged and
begged until his parents let him play the ring-toss game, and he won the
strange doll head as first prize. He had kept it in his closet ever since.
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But it wasn’t there now. He knew that he had never moved it, and
grabbed the clown doll by the tassel of its cone-hat and heaved him into the
wall as punishment for scaring him. Sentence carried out, he picked the head
back up and took it to his closet where he deposited it back by the others in
He shook his head realizing that the dream was to have the lasting
himself in the mirror. He half smiled of the thought of being scared at his
own reflection, and crawled back on hands and knees to his night stand.
His head jerked in surprise when he saw that the end of the wire was
bitten off and the remnants frayed out like the hair on his clown.
“Rats,” he told himself. “Must have been rats.” But he knew that that
The door to his room slammed shut behind him, and he jumped in
surprise. He glanced over at his open window. ’Must have been the wind,’ He
His phone rang on his desk, making him jump again. ‘If I keep jumping
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The phone rang again as if agitated that it was being ignored. He leapt
to his feet and quickly closed the short distance between himself and the
phone.
“Come” said the voice on the other side. A shiver raced down his back.
back up and dialed nine one one. No answer. The line was dead. He glanced
down behind the desk already knowing what he would see. The power cord to
Then his alarm clock blared its daily call. He started, and shot a glare
eager to get out. And Jason knew. He knew that it would get its wish. He
knew that staying awake wouldn’t save him from Eric anymore. And he knew
opened it. He walked slowly down the hall, stopping momentarily in front of
his parent’s door. He opened the door slowly, wincing at the sound that it
made as it creaked open. He looked in only long enough to see that there
his fate. With a shiver, he slowly closed the door again, his mouth working
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He walked down the remainder of the hallway and down the stairs. His
dog looked at him expectantly. Sorry boy, not right now. He tried to say. His
heart was frantic now, but his breath was as even as ever.
He walked through the dining room, his feet making a soft pat-pat
pattern as they walked across the room, stopping in front of the door to the
There was a single man in the kitchen, wearing an apron that said ‘Kiss
the Cook!’, and sharpening a long knife on a wet stone. The man smiled.
“Really,” He said, setting the stone down on the Formica counter. “Did
you really think that you would get off that easily?” He asked.
Jason wanted to scream, scream so loud, and so long that Eric would
get annoyed and leave, so loud that his parents would wake up, and they
would save him, and he would be safe. But he didn’t. It was time to be done.
“My parents…” Jason inquired, not being able to finish his horrible
sentence.
Eric shrugged. “It’s not their turn. Everyone gets a turn with
me eventually. But not today. Not your sister either. Or your dog. Or anyone
else you know, though believe me, I’m looking forward to young Miss
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Eric smiled. “Are you sure? No final last words? Most people have to
say something… they think that what they have to say is so important.”
Jason kept his mouth clamped firmly shut. He had nothing left to say
to him. He would have preferred a proper good-bye to his parents, and his
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