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 Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 1:20 pm
“S…sure,” he stuttered, hating himself for that. “Sure, you could do that, but wouldn’t it be more thrilling to run from me? I mean, you’re always the one chasing, right? So, wouldn’t it be nice to be chased for a change? What if I catch you?” He had no way of knowing that he was echoing her earlier thoughts, or that he would bring them up again. He was just hoping for an opportunity to escape.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 1:23 pm
“If you catch me?” she repeated, startled. Such a possibility had never even occurred to her. Oh, she had entertained the possibility of being chased instead of doing the chasing, but she hadn’t for a second thought that he would actually catch her. She knew what she would do with him if she caught him, but what would the critter do to her? “If you catch, catch, catch me, we could play, play, play again,” she murmured, thoughtfully. “Just like tag, tag, tag. Yes, oh, yes. Tag, you’re it! Tag, I’m it! A game, game, game of chase and kill, kill, kill…”
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 6:05 pm
“Kill?” he squeaked. “No, not kill. I mean… if you killed me, then the game would be over, right? Or, if I chase you and kill you, the game would end, yeah? And then what? No more fun, right? So… no, just… just tag. I’ll tag you, and then you chase me. But I’d have to catch you first, right? So you’d want to run really fast, because I’m fast, right?”
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 6:12 pm
Obsidian stopped following him as she thought about what he was saying. It made a certain amount of sense. The games always ended in blood, usually her playmate’s, though sometimes her own when she found a particularly feisty one. But once it was over, it was over for good, because her playmate wouldn’t, couldn’t, play with her anymore. But if she didn’t kill him, or if he just tagged her, then they could play again, and again, and again. Another thought occurred to her and she frowned. “Oh, but where is the fun, fun, fun at if there’s no bleeding, bleeding, bleeding? If you tag, tag, tag, and run, run, run, then what fun, fun, fun is it for me? No, no, no, a game should be fun, fun, fun. You run, run, run, my little kitty cat, cat, cat, and I’ll chase, chase, chase. Yes, that’s the best, yes, yes, yes it is! That’s how the game is played, yes, yes, yes, it is!”
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 6:21 pm
This wasn’t going to work. There clearly was no reasoning with this lunatic. He took another step and a deep breath. If this was going to be the last of his life, then he was going to go down with a fight. But only after he ran for his life, at least. Maybe, if he was very lucky, he’d escape. And it was with that futile thought in mind, he tried something even crazier than the mare. He charged her, running as fast as his short little legs would carry him, hoping that she would be so stunned that she wouldn’t react until he was past her. Maybe trying to turn around would slow her down. It was all he could hope for.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 6:25 pm
For a moment, Seible’s plan worked. She stared at him in surprise for a split second before letting out a half crazy, half thrilled shriek and turned to run. She raced through the trees, dodging branches and leaping over fallen logs as fast as her legs would carry her. Her laughter, wild and less than sane, echoed through the trees, startling the birds that had been hiding in fear of what was coming. She paid them no heed… until she realized that she couldn’t hear the sounds of being chased. Finally, she slowed and stopped to look around. For a moment, it occurred to her that she had lost her playmate… then the insanity grasped her again and she forgot all about the little critter that she had been playing with. The little critter that, at that very moment, was running as if his life depended on it and planning on finding a nice little hovel to make a permanent home.
Fin.
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