rubatosis, preferrably with... ddem ;)))
Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.
ohohoh here we gooo... (in which citizen kind of bastardizes the prompt because he got an idea and rolled with it)
It’s a foggy summer evening. The stars are just now peeking out of the velvet curtain that is the night sky, shining small drops of light onto the ground beneath. The moon is dark and round, seen only by the absence it leaves while the stars pick up the slack. An archaic looking manor is nestled within the trees in a forest far removed from civilization. It’s only aesthetically deteriorated, however, as the interior is modern and populated by a family of at least ten who thrive on nights like this. They’re preparing- but, for what?
Thump, thump, thump.
Surely not the unexpected visitor waiting outside. A young man with his hood pulled up and drawn tightly around his head is stalking outside, following in the steps of a larger group ahead of him. Are these hunters? Heroes thought only to be stories and fables? It would seem so, loaded with weapons and armor or all kinds. Banding around the door, the battalion charges in suddenly, prepared for the fight! En guarde!
... But not prepared enough, it seems. The hooded child who lagged behind stands in the doorway and watches as the five heroic champions are ripped apart in front of him.
thump thump thump thump thump-
Are they looking this way?
thump thump thump thump thumpthump thump thump thump thump
With wicked grins, they sulk closer and closer...
thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump
Paralyzed with fear and snapping into motion too slowly to matter, there’s no hope as fangs and claws dig in, ripping his jacket to shreds as they target the soft flesh hiding beneath. There’s a dripping coolness trailing along his rapidly cooling skin.
Thump... thump.... t hum p........
His senses fade as the last thing he hears is his own heart stuttering and fading as the stars dance out of his sight and blackness closes in...