Peter who had been swept into the vortex saw nothing but darkness felt nothing solid beneath his feet. The air around him was cold and he felt a sickening ache start deep in his bones. His heart pounded in his chest and he felt as thought he was being pressed between two cement walls that squeezed him harder and harder until peter couldn’t breath. His body needed oxygen he needed to breath now. His lungs stung. The walls around him squeezed him tighter and he felt a rid crack under the presser, he tried to gasp but no air came to his lungs. The movement sent a ripping pain through his chest and he tried to scream but he still couldnt he felt his heart start to beat slower with every second and he knew he was going to die here in the darkness all afraid, alone, and helpless. Peter felt a fiery pain course through his veins, all he wanted to do was die. Die and the pain would be gone. “Let me die” he wanted to scream “Let me die!”
Peter felt his eyes droop and an even deeper set of darkness invaded his mind. Peter woke, opening his eyes bright sunlight stung his eyes and he blinked waiting for his eyes to adjust. He lay there for a while his body still in pain. He finally sat up and automatically regretted it white hot pain exposed in his chest, he inhaled and another sharp pain jabbed at him. He finally braved himself to get up “one” he told himself “two…three” he stood and grunted in pain. He looked around he was in a field of grass inform of him was a forest of trees mountains stood strong and proud to his right and to his left was nothing but scorched sand he didn’t look behind he had just realized he was alone. How could that be? He saw others sucked into the vortex too! So where were they? Maybe they were behind him maybe he wasn’t alone! He grudgingly turned around just in time to see a stuen come out of a patch of long dead grass.
The stuen looked like a tiger but was made completely of black wood except it fangs and teeth witch were sharp as razors it’s only instinct was to kill and that’s what it did best.
Peter stumbled backward and tripped, he landed on his back and cried out in pain but he ignored it best he could and shuffled backwards before standing back up, the stuen gained closer running at full speed to catch its prey, peter ran as fast as his rib would let him. Towards the woods towards even more danger.
(-Elsie)
