Run, Her Mind Shouted
....The final chapter......
On his hub 'Monsters In The Trees', Frank Antanacio issued the following challenge:
"Several emails I've received prompted me into creating another chapter for Jenny Camacho. So I did it again. I kept her running. What I want you to do if you're up for the challenge is to create either her demise or her rescue... Do you have it in you? Sandastles? Faith? Genna East... well do you punks? Go ahead make my day..LOL I like to include your endings as alternate endings for Jenny Camacho. So there would be a few rules...
1) Min.. 300 words
2) More description and less dialogue
3) dark and dreary..
4) creative/ The title must come from a line in the story
5) an ending to end all endings..."
The following is my contribution to the final chapter of the gripping story.
Run, Her Mind Shouted
Over and over the thoughts reverberated in her head, RUN. She knew she had to run. Each second brought that monster's footsteps closer to her fleeing body. RUN. The fear pumping through her veins seemed to have replaced the blood that once flowed there. Each second she managed to stay out of his reach was a second of life gained.
His horrifying past made her body react and RUN. The list of his murders ran through her mind as she ran through the forest. Each of her footfalls reminded her of the shocking murders he'd committed, each somewhere on this very trail. The red haired woman with her skull smashed and ivy wound through her arms and legs, the brunette teenage beauty queen tied to a tree with her throat slashed and her nose cut off, the blonde prostitute with her beauty marred by slashes to her face and torso, the older brunette eviscerated with her body lying between the roots of a mighty oak...all in this very forest. All found in the clouds at ground level spread throughout this mysterious forest, hiding the mania of one human being. She didn't want to be his next victim. RUN, stop thinking and run.
As night approached thoughts began to form in her mind. Could she be the one to stop this inhuman human? Could she lay a trap for him? The darkness of the night provided cover making it difficult to see what was before you. She veered off the path looking for something large enough to stop him in his tracks. A large limb of a tree or some discarded piece of something, anything that could knock the breath from him. Sleep was the fathest thing from her mind, fear and preservation kept her going. But then what?
She found a large branch fallen long ago. She had to fight with it to raise it from its burial ground but after rocking it back and forth it came loose. She lifted it slowly and tried swinging it. She knew she had to swing it like her life depended on it. Once she was able to swing she did it over and over then she looked for a place to hide. A place that would allow her to catch him by surprise. Slowly she surveyed her surroundings as the moon began to rise.
He was filled with anticipation. This one, this one they called Jenny, had been a challenge. She ran faster than the others but he knew he could catch her, no one ever got away. Each imprint she left on the forest floor led him closer to her. She was no match for him, she was slowing with each passing hour. He had been a runner all his life. He had the trophies to prove it. Even if his mother had laughed and scoffed at his accomplishments, he knew now they had led him here to stop women. Stop them from belittling their sons.
As he saw the moon beginning to rise he ran faster. He didn't want to waste another day on this Jenny. Her time was up. He stopped for a moment to allow his legs to regain their strength and speed, it was time to put an end to Jenny. Then he bolted forward. He never knew what hit him.
After she knocked him down she knew she had no choice but to use that weapon again on his head.
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