Gasping For Air

It was a dark night. So dark that you could not even see your hand in front of your face. Erie mist began to roll in from the north. It was cold and left tiny droplets of water on your skin. An owl screeched loudly from a nearby tree making me jump and stumble over a log. I fell to the ground. A sharp rock penetrated my hand causing deep crimson blood to drizzle from the wounds. Stricken with fear I began to run. I could smell smoke rising from the deep bogs surrounding the forest. A large bird screamed beek open, talons sharp, fluttering right in front of me. As I threw my hands up to shield my face I could feel it's long, soft feathers brush against my palms. I ran for my life from the bird of prey. It followed closely behind. I could see it hover, lurking in the shadows. I could feel it as it flew right over my head. With one more pass the bird slammed into me sending me flying, slamming my head to the cold, hard, ground. Riveted with pain, stars shielding my eyes, I could feel blood begin to pool in my throat. My mouth suddenly became filled with the taste of rusty metal. I rose my head attempting to spit it out gasping for air. As I tried to catch my breath I could hear it's scream as it dove towards me, it's prey. Beneath it's piercing screams was a whisper "Set me Free! Please set me free!"
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