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"Sera." I gasped as my name whispered around me. A harsh, deadly whisper; taunting me as if I were wounded prey. The kind of prey that kept fighting even after the fight had long been lost. Frantically looking through the trees as I slowed my pace, searching for the source of that whisper, all I was met with was complete darkness and a fear that gripped my soul. A fallen branch caught my foot and I stumbled forward, trying to catch myself but piercing the palm of my hand on a twig instead. "SERAAAAA!" As the blood dripped down my fingers, a furious screech of my name froze me in my tracks. The sound permeated the forest around me and I desperately tried shaking off the terror that had stilled my movements. Taking in a deep breath, I shook myself and resumed my frantic flight, each tortured breath a reminder that failure would mean my death. Even as I kept running, I knew the truth. I knew my fate; my pursuer would catch me. He wouldn't stop until he did. He was the predator and I was the prey. I would never escape him.
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