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The Fate of Anonymous. - 8 - The Chase -

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The Fate of Anonymous. - 8 - The Chase -
>You felt nothing...
>Nothing...
>Why the fuck can't you feel anything. You're pretty sure it would take you a while to bleed to death.
>You begin to pay attention to your surroundings and open up your eyes.
>You hear howling as a blaze of fire is running in circles in front of you.
>The timber wolf had been set ablaze by your torch that you'd just lit.
>Anger fills your heart at the sight of the burning wolf. It was practically there.
>It had you. It could have been courteous enough to kill you before incinerating into ash.
>You're shoulder slump to your side as you pick yourself up. It really wasn't even fair.
>You didn't feel much like going exploring at the current moment, so you sat at your new camp fire, taking in the night air.
>Even though this forest was supposed to be dangerous, you had no fear. After all, the worst that could happen is that you survive.
>Leaving you with nothing but your thoughts you ponder the events in your life that lead up to this moment.
>How you lost anything dear to you. How you was betrayed by those you thought closest. How everyone was just out to help themselves.
>There was no happiness. There was never happiness. Only hate, anger, depression, sorrow.
>It's strange to think that you CAN know one without the other. Maybe you were just the exception to the rule.
>You think of recent says gone passed. Of how you'd reached your new hell.
>Was it possible that you was actually already dead? This was your penance for the sin of suicide?
>You feel pretty alive right now. You're still pretty sure that death was just that feeling of the void.
>The fire has died down to smouldering embers now. It still produced quite a bit of heat though.
>You sit by the side for another five minutes before deciding it's best to move on, see what else can kill you.
>You walk through the forest, wielding the flame to your far right. For safety's sake.
>If you come across something else, you don't want to kill it before it kills you.
>Wondering aimlessly you try to recall some of the "Horrible Monsters" that Fluttershy had told you about.
>Let's see, You've got the timber wolfs, although you've already killed one. Then you had Manticores.
>Creatures with the bodies of a lion and a scorpions tail. To top it all off they had wings.
>That just screams deadly. Hope you find one of them.
>What else did Fluttershy say? Cockatrice was it? Some weird snake thing with wings and the head of a chicken.
>Apparently it could turn someone to stone with its gaze. You suppose that's kinda like death.
>You're sure there was something about a plant as well, but it slips your mind.
>You continue to march through the tree line. You had nothing to worry about.
>Hearing a bush to your left rustle you jump to attention. This would hopefully be something useful.
>Approaching the bush you shake it furiously, hoping to anger whatever is inside it.
>A cockatrice comes flying out and begins its speedy retreat.
>What?
>You thought these were supposed to be evil?
>The chase is now on. You run after the cockatrice as it dodges and darts around trees and foliage.
>This was not how you envisaged your encounter with a cockatrice going.
>It launches itself over a tree branch as you vault over a log. This cockatrice WOULD turn you to stone.
>You manage to close the gap, maybe only inches away from the grasp of your finger tips.
>It starts beating it's wings furiously in an attempt to escape. Oh hell no!
>With one sudden burst of energy your clasp it in your sweaty hands.
>It squirms in your hands as you hold it tight. Its desperately looking in every direction except yours.
>Sliding your hands up to its head you force it to look directly at you.
>It's staring you in the eyes although nothing's happening.
>Just great, the one cockatrice you find is a fucking coward. Fine then, time to make it mad.
"Your body is bad and you should feel bad."
>Still nothing
"Oh! Come on! What are you!? Scooterloo or something!?"
>The fire in its eye rival that of the fires of Hades.
>You stare into its rage filled eyes.
"Good, let the hate flow through you."
>That's when you feel it. Your toes have gone numb. They're unable to move.
>You want to look down, although you feel compelled to keep staring at its eyes.
>Gradually the numbness moves up your legs, reaching your lower stomach.
>You feel your body going rigid. It was painless. Nobody would ever find you all the way out here.
>The stare of the Cockatrice never once falter. Returning the stare with a smile you feel your fingers go rigid.
>You were nearly a complete statue. Unable to feel anything below the chest.
>It brought questions to mind as to how you were even still alive, considering most of your vital organs were now stone.
>You would say that your heart turned to stone, although that happened many years ago.
>'Hey. Hey, Anon.'
>What is it brain?
>'Guess What?'
>What?
>'You're getting stoned right now... pfft.'
>Thanks for ruining this moment of total bliss for me brain.
>'It had to be thought.'
>Internal monologue over you recognise that you're left with just your face.
>Everything else is completely transformed into stone.
>Looks like Fluttershy finally did something right. Telling you about these monsters.
>It's only fair, she did foil one of your other attempts.
>Your vision goes black as your eyes turn to stone. You've reached elation.
>As reality dissipates into nullity you manage your final world.
"Thank you Fluttershy."

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The Fate of Anonymous. - 8 - The Chase -

>You felt nothing...
>Nothing...
>Why the fuck can't you feel anything. You're pretty sure it would take you a while to bleed to death.
>You begin to pay attention to your surroundings and open up your eyes.
>You hear howling as a blaze of fire is running in circles in front of you.
>The timber wolf had been set ablaze by your torch that you'd just lit.
>Anger fills your heart at the sight of the burning wolf. It was practically there.
>It had you. It could have been courteous enough to kill you before incinerating into ash.
>You're shoulder slump to your side as you pick yourself up. It really wasn't even fair.
>You didn't feel much like going exploring at the current moment, so you sat at your new camp fire, taking in the night air.
>Even though this forest was supposed to be dangerous, you had no fear. After all, the worst that could happen is that you survive.
>Leaving you with nothing but your thoughts you ponder the events in your life that lead up to this moment.
>How you lost anything dear to you. How you was betrayed by those you thought closest. How everyone was just out to help themselves.
>There was no happiness. There was never happiness. Only hate, anger, depression, sorrow.
>It's strange to think that you CAN know one without the other. Maybe you were just the exception to the rule.

>You think of recent says gone passed. Of how you'd reached your new hell.
>Was it possible that you was actually already dead? This was your penance for the sin of suicide?
>You feel pretty alive right now. You're still pretty sure that death was just that feeling of the void.
>The fire has died down to smouldering embers now. It still produced quite a bit of heat though.
>You sit by the side for another five minutes before deciding it's best to move on, see what else can kill you.
>You walk through the forest, wielding the flame to your far right. For safety's sake.
>If you come across something else, you don't want to kill it before it kills you.
>Wondering aimlessly you try to recall some of the "Horrible Monsters" that Fluttershy had told you about.
>Let's see, You've got the timber wolfs, although you've already killed one. Then you had Manticores.
>Creatures with the bodies of a lion and a scorpions tail. To top it all off they had wings.
>That just screams deadly. Hope you find one of them.
>What else did Fluttershy say? Cockatrice was it? Some weird snake thing with wings and the head of a chicken.
>Apparently it could turn someone to stone with its gaze. You suppose that's kinda like death.
>You're sure there was something about a plant as well, but it slips your mind.

>You continue to march through the tree line. You had nothing to worry about.
>Hearing a bush to your left rustle you jump to attention. This would hopefully be something useful.
>Approaching the bush you shake it furiously, hoping to anger whatever is inside it.
>A cockatrice comes flying out and begins its speedy retreat.
>What?
>You thought these were supposed to be evil?
>The chase is now on. You run after the cockatrice as it dodges and darts around trees and foliage.
>This was not how you envisaged your encounter with a cockatrice going.
>It launches itself over a tree branch as you vault over a log. This cockatrice WOULD turn you to stone.
>You manage to close the gap, maybe only inches away from the grasp of your finger tips.
>It starts beating it's wings furiously in an attempt to escape. Oh hell no! 
>With one sudden burst of energy your clasp it in your sweaty hands.
>It squirms in your hands as you hold it tight. Its desperately looking in every direction except yours.
>Sliding your hands up to its head you force it to look directly at you.
>It's staring you in the eyes although nothing's happening.
>Just great, the one cockatrice you find is a fucking coward. Fine then, time to make it mad.
"Your body is bad and you should feel bad."
>Still nothing
"Oh! Come on! What are you!? Scooterloo or something!?"
>The fire in its eye rival that of the fires of Hades.

>You stare into its rage filled eyes.
"Good, let the hate flow through you."
>That's when you feel it. Your toes have gone numb. They're unable to move.
>You want to look down, although you feel compelled to keep staring at its eyes.
>Gradually the numbness moves up your legs, reaching your lower stomach.
>You feel your body going rigid. It was painless. Nobody would ever find you all the way out here.
>The stare of the Cockatrice never once falter. Returning the stare with a smile you feel your fingers go rigid.
>You were nearly a complete statue. Unable to feel anything below the chest.
>It brought questions to mind as to how you were even still alive, considering most of your vital organs were now stone.
>You would say that your heart turned to stone, although that happened many years ago.
>'Hey. Hey, Anon.'
>What is it brain?
>'Guess What?'
>What?
>'You're getting stoned right now... pfft.'
>Thanks for ruining this moment of total bliss for me brain.
>'It had to be thought.'
>Internal monologue over you recognise that you're left with just your face.
>Everything else is completely transformed into stone.
>Looks like Fluttershy finally did something right. Telling you about these monsters.
>It's only fair, she did foil one of your other attempts.
>Your vision goes black as your eyes turn to stone. You've reached elation.
>As reality dissipates into nullity you manage your final world.
"Thank you Fluttershy."

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