Howling.  The loud, manic sound filled the air of the empty field.  As Barbara ran through the waist high foliage, her mind told her one thing, run faster.  Behind her, the crazed sound seemed to grow louder and closer as she searched for a way out.  All she saw around her was an open field; there was nothing around to give her a chance to hide.  Along with the fear within her, she could feel her muscles weakening as she ran.  Suddenly, the noises from behind stopped.  Curious and fatigued, Barbara stopped running momentarily.  Behind her, everything stood still.  A soft breeze blew, chilling Barbara.  The dark night was accompanied by a starry sky which gave her the only bits of light to see what was around her.  Suddenly, in the distance, she noticed two small headlights approaching.  Realizing how close she now stood to a roadway, a renewed motivation fueled her sprint towards apparent freedom.

Almost as soon as she began to run, Barbara heard the grass behind her rumple again.  The pursuit by her assailant grew in intensity as the heavy panting seemed to draw closer as she ran at her top speed.  Barbara knew the only way she will see tomorrow is if she made it onto the road before the car drove by.  Suddenly, the already dark field became unfocused and her legs gave way, forcing her onto the floor.  Touching the back of her head, she felt a warm, liquidity substance she instantly knew was blood.  Regaining her wits, she listened as the car she was chasing raced by, unaware of her presence.  As she tried to make it back on her feet, her pursuer had already found his way towering over her.

“It’s no use running from me anymore.” said the figure as he stood over her.  What she saw as she looked at him both shocked and frightened her.  The figure stood tall and was dressed in all black garments.  His face was concealed by a mask which only added to his freaky appearance.  It reminded her of a character from the comics her youngest son always read.  The bug-like eyes brought back visions of the movie the Fly, a movie that always gave her nightmares.

“What the hell do you want from me you freak?” she shouted through the cool air.  She tried her best to slowly creep away from him while still on the floor.

“I want to taste you.” he said in a muffled voice.  His answer disgusted her.  Barbara feared that any minute he would attack her, beat her, rape her, and leave her for dead.  Sensing that she had to get out of this situation immediately, she aimed and gave her assailant a swift kick to the groin.  She watched as he knelt over, bellowing in extreme pain.  On the floor next to her lay a fist size rock which she used to smash over the side of his head.  His scream startled Barbara for a second before she realized this was the opportunity she needed.  Speedily, she made it to her feet and started to run again towards the road, leaving her attacker reeling in pain.

Noticing her attempt to escape might work if he didn’t act fast, the figure regained his composure and started to give chase.  From one of the pockets of his jacket he managed to pull out a small sidearm.  Stopping his pursuit to load the weapon and get a proper aim, it took him only one shot to make a direct hit to the back of her neck.  He watched in amusement as she instantly dropped towards the floor, again.  As he walked over her body on the floor, he grasped a large amount of her hair and used it to pull her head up.  Looking into her eyes, a small sense of remorse took over him as he thought of what he must do next.  Still holding her head up, he proceeded to slam her face repeatedly into the ground.

“You’ve made tonight go on longer than it had to sweetie.” he said.  “Now play time is over.”  Although semi-conscious and in a lot of pain, Barbara was still able to hear his cries.

“You’re a pathetic man to do all of this for some pussy!” she screamed through bloody teeth as he kept her head off of the ground.  His laughter at her response only angered Barbara even more.

“You stupid little woman.  You think I’d go through all of this trouble just for sexual pleasure?” he asked as he took off his mask.  His warm breath blew onto her face as he got closer to her face.  “My dear, I’m not here to rape you,” his pause made Barbara’s anxiety grow.  “I’m here to feast on you!”