Greg ran through the forest as his heart pounded in his chest. His eyes darting left and right keeping a watch in front of him for some sign of whatever the monstrosity hunting him was. He paused momentarily leaning against a dense growth of trees as he attempted to catch his breath. Holding his hand over his chest he could feel the thumping of each beat and it sounded to him as if his heart was pumping an entire drum solo loud enough to roar above any crowd.
“AIEEEEEEE!”, it cried out swooping down from the trees.
At once Greg was off running again, this was getting closer to his end now and he knew that if he couldn’t find shelter soon inside the cabin it was all over. Perhaps it would be anyway. The leaves rustled beneath his feet as he trampled over the grass and snapping twigs. He was afraid now to look behind him. Afraid of what he would see. Or rather what he wouldn’t see until it pounced upon him. He wondered just what had gone wrong and if he would be able to ever find out. If he could only find shelter, he thought again.
And there it was not two hundred yards in front of him, the little cabin that he and Bridget had come to for a short working weekend. They had hoped once the trials were done they would be able to sit down and perhaps relax and just talk, away from the office and everyone else. It had been fine, until... well just until.
Greg saw the little lights on inside and as he hurried to the cabin he saw IT, again. It’s lithe form still held shreds of what remained of some of Bridget’s clothing and yet even whatever womanly form she had possessed earlier while still there was altered enough to completely shock Greg into a standstill. He gazed upon the thing that Bridget had become and almost gave in and stood his ground ready to receive whatever damnation she was about to wreak upon him.
Then reality set in and his internal flight mechanism set his feet in motion. No one can just stand there and accept death without putting up a fight or running for their lives and even if he had somehow created this thing he knew that in the end given half a chance he would kill it as well.
Nearing the cabin Greg did take a moment to look back and what he saw now made him cringe and fight back the bile rising in his throat. The thing was growing long green legs out of what used to be Bridget’s thighs. So now it would have an extra set of legs to speed down on him and rectify the wrong that had been done to its host.
Greg could see the doorknob to the cabin door now and knew that within seconds he would be safe. Or at least stall enough to work out a way to mentally attempt to find a remedy for Bridget. As his hands reached the door he stumbled on the last step and the creature shrieked again and fell upon him. Its razor sharp talons or whatever those things were that had grown from her hands were now raking across the back of his legs as he attempted to scramble back to the door. It appeared that the Bridget thing was going to drag him free of the porch and destroy his body limb from limb. His ankles and calves were ablaze with pain as the blood ran down his legs and he knew he was nearing shock from the sheer pain and agony of what his body was being put through.
Turning making one last effort he kicked out with one leg and struck the Bridget thing directly where her mouth used to be. He could see the awful misshapen head recoil and the pinchers where her mouth had been try to close around his foot. Pulling his foot back he fought through the pain and pulled himself across the porch. As soon as his hands locked around the doorknob he gave it a turn and as the door swung in and open he scrambled through it. As soon as he slid his leg through the opening he was spinning on his bottom and trying desperately to get the door to his back. He swung with one hand and heard the latch of the door handle click as it hit home. Greg pushed up with all his might letting adrenaline take over for the time being and then spun on his heel and flipped the bolt lock in place. He hobbled over to the nearest chair and drug it limping back to the door. Setting the back underneath the handle he managed to secure the door just as the Bridget thing banged into it threatening to knock the door in.
Greg relieved for the moment limped towards the bathroom and dropped his pants, as he tended to his wounds behind the closed and locked bathroom door his mind went back to what had started this all just less than an hour ago.