Pushing his body up against a tree, he glared back, just in time to see the giant man with the shiny axe rush up the path. His heart rate slowed as if it too were hiding. The axe sparkled, as the moon’s light struck it. Derek let out a breath before turning to run. A hand grabbed him tightly on the back of his neck, knocking him to the ground. He turned to face him. The man’s eyes were dark, holding nothing but a dead feeling. He grabbed Derek by the throat, trying to immobilize him. Derek quickly shoved him away, knocking him to the ground, mistakenly running his arm down the axe as he did.
(C) Tayler Macneill