Insanity: My Immortal Enemy

Morning. It was morning. I had passed out during the night, probably due to my fatigue.

So, I got up. I looked around the early morning forest, seeing leaves slowly descending from the branches of their trees.

I looked at a small leaf, it was red, and yet it reminded me of something. It reminded me of the deer my grandfather skinned two years ago, which was my first time seeing the guts of a living creature spilling out, streaks of crimson on its brown body. The scene was bloody and horrible, but I did not barf or run away from the scene. For some reason, it entranced an unknown part of me, seductively whispering to me. I still saw it in my nightmares, its blank face stared straight through me, but I saw a face of horror. It's neck was broken, but I had nightmares of it crawling out of the vents and eating me.

I felt like something was crawling all over me as I remembered that little piece of information.

But, I knew that I had better things to do, more important than reminiscing.

Like paying attention to the large motherfucking reaper horse in front of me.

Yes, I swear. In that moment, a horse, not pony, had seemingly appeared. He brandished his scythe at me, and then rushed forward, slicing through me.

I woke up with a startle.

I found myself on a riverbank. I was soaking wet, tired, and of course cold. I pulled myself upwards, hoping not to strain a muscle. But, sometimes hoping doesn't work. As soon as I got up, white hot agony shot through my legs, which were not only hurting, but appeared to have cuts on them.

I quickly tumbled over, into the dirt. The dirt here was cold, and muddy. The thick goop-like substance was all over me. I had the worst morning ever, and that nightmare was horrible. I looked over my body, noticing a large wound on my chest, but it had already stopped bleeding, thankfully. But I knew, even if I was somehow hurt in the night, it would be illogical for an animal to injure me, and then toss me in a river. This obviously must have been done by a sentient being, or myself attempting to do something stupid in my sleep.

But then it hit me.

I looked around, looking for a shred of proof to prove my theory correct. And then, I saw a rainbow maned blue pegasus's body nearby. The equine must have injured me as I fought her off, which meant that I must have drowned her after a long struggle. I also noticed another thing. It was a small glinting object, embedded in the pony's chest.

I gathered my bearings, dealing with the pain that made me basically immobile. I tried a few more times to get up, until I finally managed to limp my way across the river, ripping out the object which was obviously the knife I found in that bag a day or so ago.

Wait. Speaking of that bag, where was it? I looked around the river, until I decided to roll over the pegasus. I discovered my bag covered in the thick red substance I always call blood. But, the stuff was dried. Let me tell you, dried blood is a pain in the ass to clean off ANYTHING. But, even then, I couldn't possibly care all that much. That bag contained something other than the knife, it had to have. There was also a slight bulge in the bag, unnaturally forcing the material to stretch outwards slightly.

I gripped the bag, and pulled it out from under the weirdly heavy pony. It soon was flung into my face, almost comically. By the time I pulled myself together, I saw the bag's contents all over the dirt below. A black jacket had come unfolded on the grassy floor. And along with it came a small box full of odds and ends, but most of the box's contents were some survival items, such as a lighter and pocket knife. But, most of the box's space was taken up by a small cylinder filled with lighter oil for the aforementioned lighter. But, the box wasn't of too much interest, as I was more interested in the rations. I had been starving, as I only had cereal a few days ago.

But, the food must wait, as I must assess my situation. This included sorting through this bag. Even though I felt like my stomach was on fire, I must continue this task.

I searched around the landing site of the items from the bag, finding a small black leather journal. The book was old, and seemed to be filled with notes. I decided not to open it, as it may do something. I deposited the book into the bag.

Suddenly, my vision seemed to blink. A loud boom filled my head, causing me to fall to the ground. I quickly put all of the items in their places, and put them back in the bag. I didn't have time to examine the other items that fell out of my bag, only time enough to put them in my bag. I jammed the knife that I had grabbed into a pocket on my bag.

I then knew what true fear was.

My hunter had almost caught me in that moment. But I didn't know that, because I had been forcing myself to go an impossible speed away from the river. But, even though I had just panicked and ran from a noise, somewhere deep inside, I knew there was a small little voice. It screamed one sentence.

"It will only find you again."

Even though it was still so tiny, it made my mouth fill with bile, nausea overtaking my senses. I would have thrown up then and there if I wasn't running from a beast of pure darkness. The Hunter would catch me if I fell or stopped for such things. I couldn't afford that.

There was always one thing I questioned through every second of my life. Was existence defined by being alive or simply having your atoms somewhere in the universe? Was existence something that can fade and resurface? And why was existence so painful, yet satisfying in some aspects? Better yet, what is a sentient being's purpose in their existence? To evolve and adapt to their surroundings, to survive everything thrown at them, or to serve a purpose unknown to them? But then, how do they know when they have completed their life? I questioned this so much in my room, as I sat at my desk, flipping a one dollar coin. But those days would be gone for the rest of my existence. Those mundane afternoons and mornings of monotony.

Now, I was sprinting through a forest of enchantment, running from a being who would stop at nothing to consume my soul.

Funny how your life can change in seconds, isn't it?

The leaves of this darkened forest seemingly jumped in front of me, trying to slow me down. But I had no reason to let them do so. I blindly ran down through the thickets and jumped over the bushes in my run. I could see a light in front of me, mere meters away.

I ran as fast as I could toward the light, and burst out of the shrubbery and greenery of the forest.

And then I realized that my life was about to become much more complicated.