Call it Subterfuge...or a rouse...or perhaps just an old fashioned escape...No matter what it was...it did not change the fact that He was likely close behind her.
Tyler's eyes searched frantically for something, anything, or anywhere to help her disappear but it was quickly becoming apparent that it would not happen this way. Mikhail would win again...just like he always did...and most likely always would.
Tyler hated him for this. She hated him all the time, but she hated him most now as she ran barefoot through the unforgiving snow and stumbled between the trees.
Tyler had lived on this land her whole life, and thought she knew it like the back of her hand, but something about the male voices calling out in the distance, and the sound of horses hooves trampling the snow behind her...so close, and yet still unseen...made her forget it all.
He was going to find her, and when he did, he would find Aaron as well...She would not go back..she could not...These thoughts drove her forward. The gates where so very close...almost close enough to see. Her chest burned from the effort to keep running, but she ignored it.
Freedom was close at hand, and she would not have it stolen from her again...even if she was destined only to have a small taste of it.
Tyler shot up in bed, sweat dripping down her forehead and her chest heaving. It had been three years...three whole years and still that nightmare that visited her every so often felt so real.
Running her hand through her short black pixie cut hair, she blinked several times before looking at the alarm clock on her bedside table. 3:00am. As good a time as any to get up and go run of the remnants of anger and fear that nightmare always left clinging to her.
"Happy Birthday to me." She began humming as she shoved herself out of bed. The moon was filtering in through the window and made her pale white skin look almost luminous as she made her way to the mirror above her dresser and stared into her own eyes for a moment.
Cold, icy blue eyes...just like His. She let Mikhail's face float through her thoughts for seconds before shaking her head and shoving him away. It was all over now...he would never get to her again. She thought this meekly, but even as she pulled on a pair of short black running shorts and a tight red tank top, she new it wasn't true.
That feeling had returned. The one that made her look about her, watching the shadows suspiciously as though he may at any time materialize from them.
The last time she had seen him, she had just turned fifteen...and today she was eighteen, as was her twin brother Aaron. She had no idea where either of them was.
"Whatever." Tyler huffed, slamming her dresser drawer closed.
The early morning was chilly, the sky above her threatening of snow now and slowly starting to cover up the moon that had lit her way out of her small apartment. It was alright though, she was not there to be warm...she was not there to be comfortable. She was there to run...and run hard, farther and farther away from the image of the 6'2 nightmare that loomed constantly over her.