Melody of Death

The mountain terrain was extremely rough and not at all merciful to her bare feet but Serafina just kept on running. She was soaked from the rain and completely disoriented by the darkness but there was no time to think, no time to look back, she had to keep going. Suddenly, she stumbled on an old, dead branch and fell onto her hands and knees. She quickly tried to get back up but the freezing mountain air had filled her lungs with agony and paralyzed her naked legs. Lightning cut across the storm-filled sky and lit up her surroundings. She looked around as she was gasping for air, but she didn't see it. Could she really have lost it? Had it given up the chase? She wasn't sure. Granted, it was nowhere to be seen nor heard, but back in the cabin, when she had first encountered it, she had looked into its eyes, those horrible eyes, and she had seen something extraordinary. She couldn't get the picture out of her head, it was so unrealistic, so hard to explain. The only real way to define what she had seen that second in those eyes would be to say that it almost looked like as if it had no soul. There had been nothing but darkness in its mind, nothing but a savage lust to kill. The mere thought gave her the shivers and she tried once again to get back up, but she was unsuccessful. Lightning struck again and helped her to see in the dark. She was still alone. She took a deep breath of relief and just sat there for a few minutes. Then, suddenly, she heard something. But it wasn't the creature. It was almost impossible to hear at first but it slowly grew louder and louder. It was some kind of a melody, but unlike anything she had ever heard before. It wasn't played by any instruments known to man, it was more like... like a symphony of the storm. The wind, the trees, the mountains, they were all part of this indescribable melody that fascinated her more than anything ever had. But then a thought entered her head. She came to think of the old song:

“All from nature do we come,

so sometimes it must take back some.

She walks alone, it's only she,

but close is death with a melody.”

She panicked. It was the melody of death. She hysterically attempted to force herself back up onto her feet, as the melody continued to get louder, but it was too late. Again lightning lit the sky and that's when she saw death and its merciless eyes. A scream was heard only by the mountains and soon washed away by the stormy winds. Her head fell onto the ground with a bump and then there was silence.