The boy hurtled through the forest, hearing them right on his tail. Branches crashed and crunched behind him; howls rose into the night at his back. A symphony of wails promising a painful death to the boy if he were to stop running.
One-hundred feet to the border.
The boy pumped his legs faster, gripping his only weapon–a curved tooth–in his blood-slicked right palm.
Faster.
A howl blasted to his left, and something huge and furred leaped out of the brush, blocking his path. The boy skidded to a stop, kicking up a cloud of dust. Enemies ahead, enemies behind. The boy snarled.
He was trapped.
In the same moment, thousands of miles apart, another boy staggered through a pine wood. The bite on his arm burned like acid, and his vision overlapped, sometimes showing one of something, sometimes two.
Clutching his arm to his chest the boy stumbled, sitting down heavily. Sweat beaded on his brow, but less than before. His eyes twinged and his blood felt like fire in his veins. The boy gasped, blinking rapidly.
Here I come, death.
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