If there was anything Blair wanted more than not getting eaten by the grue, she didn’t know what it was as she stumbled through the forest sobbing. She looked backwards, but didn’t see anything. That didn’t mean anything, she knew they were invisible. However, millions of years of evolution told her to look for it.
She tripped on a branch and fell to the ground, banging her shin on a root. She whimpered in pain as she tried to stand, but found she couldn’t. So she crawled forward, trying to get just a bit farther away from the monster and what the monster had done to Becky.
It had started out as a normal enough Saturday. Wake up, prepare a picnic basket, go to the park and eat with some friends. The sort of thing that people did for fun. There was a sudden unnatural chill and Adrian was lifted up as if by magic, and disappeared halfway into the mouth of a Grue. Blood sprayed across the group of friends as they sat there in shock. Blair didn’t move, frozen in fear.
Then the screaming and running started. John took a swing at where he assumed the Grue would be. He stumbled, falling into nothing and disappearing into the Grue’s mouth. Becky grabbed Blair’s hand, pulling her up and into a run. They had started towards the car, but Janice was slightly faster than them. There wasn’t any sound, just Janice getting grabbed by an intangible something and thrown into the invisible maw of the beast that made no sound. Even though it made no sound, Janice’s screams of agony as it chewed were more than enough to cause the pair to divert course into the woods.
They ran as fast as they could, heading down towards the stream. As they ran over the bridge, the grue slashed with it’s invisible claws, sending Becky staggering back. She looked up at Blair with a smile, “There are worse places to die I guess,” She said as her eyes closed. Blair just wanted to sink down and be eaten with Becky. However, she didn’t have the courage for that. She let Becky’s body drop to the ground and with a chill running down her spine started running without direction, just wanting to get as far as she could from the Grue.
Blair ran out of energy to move any farther, she lay there crying. She was certain that she was going to be as dead as her friends. She didn’t believe in an afterlife, just nothing just like there was before she was born. She grabbed a stick, using it to pull herself up. She looked around, not sure exactly where she was.
Lost and alone, she started to trudge through the forest again. That’s when she smelled blood. She turned around sniffing for the source of the scent. It got stronger and Blair realized that it wasn’t the Grue she smelled, but the blood of it’s victims. The world grew cold around her. She couldn’t run any more, there was no escaping a Grue on the hunt. She would die tired, but she felt a choice. She could curl up and whimper on the ground, she could run like she had from Becky’s death, she could fight and do absolutely nothing to the monster. She didn’t choose any of them, she stood, straightening her shoulders. She looked at the source of the bloody smell. Red hot anger welled up in her. Anger at the ancient immortal predator that was approaching her, angry at the deaths of her friends, anger at her own life cut short. “Go to hell.” She snarled before her life ended like a sentence that had reached a period.