Peculiar Paradises

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To: @Arelin1st

Hope you like it hun. :)

Lovely In Black (Niall Horan)

Leaves crunched, sticks busted, and branches rustled violently as Arelin ran through the endless mass of trees. Though she wasn't alone, and she was running for a reason.

And that reason happened to be running right behind her. She was being hunted. Why?

Because she had escaped. Those meaty hands wanted nothing but her innocence, wanted to be dominant over a fragile little soul like hers, wanted to show the world that he can control someone; that he was powerful.

But Arelin slipped from his grip and sprinted mindlessly in a random direction. In her head, as long as it was away from him, it was safe. Her bare feet had soon felt a difference in soil, one that was damp and dirty with dying vegetation and jagged twigs.

She had ran into the forest. The thought of the wilderness had terrified her, but if it meant losing sight of this vicious predator, then it sounded great.

Arelin's breaths were heavy in her chest, and the sweat on her forehead contradicted the ice in her veins. Adrenaline threatened to make her exasperated heart burst from its current incredible speed.

She kept running, she ran until her legs began to wobble. Unable to go further, she collapses by a bush and gathers her bleeding limbs into her chest. His distinctive footsteps echoed a good ways away from her, so she took the time to let herself breath a little.

She is in absolutely nothing but a navy blue bra, a black undershirt, and a pair of black laced briefs. Cold and wet mix together in the air, torturing her senses with severe discomfort. Her legs suffer from dozens of both thin and deep scratches from all the wood and sharp leaves that sliced mercilessly at her skin, but there's so many that her nerves are numb from shock.

She knows that if he doesn't come and kill her, surely Mother Nature would. These exposed wounds are bound to get infected soon.

A low chuckle had slapped her out of her thoughts. He was dangerously close, his crazed, hitched heaves of oxygen heard from easily about five feet away. Had he seen her? Had she moved and not notice she did?

"I can hear you breathing, sweetheart," he laughed maliciously as he panted. "I like that your chest moves that fast for me," his voice sneered in the dark.

Arelin screws her eyes shut, clamping her lips into her mouth to stifle the screams she desperately wants to release. His sneakers inch toward her at a painfully slow pace. He doesn't know exactly where she hides, but he knows he's close.

She clutches her knees even tighter to chest, so much that she feels like they're gonna bust straight through her rib cage.

He takes another step closer... and she breaks, the tiniest whimper fleeing into the foggy atmosphere.

He lunges blindly into the bush, roughly grabbing her forearm and yanking her to her feet. She screams uselessly, just wanting to let it out.

She kicks his nuts with her knee and manages to run a few more feet as he tries to recover from the painful jab. Her legs betray her once again, sending her to the unforgiving ground.

It's over, her subconsious cries.

He regains his composure and sends her a fatal glare that basically killed her before his fists did. "You little bitch," he laughs humorlessly. A growl forms in the back of his throat as he stalks toward her.

Arelin winces, waiting for the impact. The anger quickly builds inside of him and he roars as he charges at her again, his eyes dark and wild with rage. Arelin screams again, but it gets cut short when the ground gets shaken beneath her body with a loud boom.