Her bare feet made a small splash on the pavement with each labored step. She knew if she ran any faster she’d surely slip and fall in the rain.
Any slower, and that thing would catch up with her. The glimpse she got of the creature was enough to make her heart pound in her ears and her hair stand on end.
The soles of her heels were sore and her chest heaved with every labored breath. Running much longer was not an option. She pumped her legs as hard as she could, the adrenaline pulsing through her chest. Fear drove her to make a quick decision: refuge under a concrete bridge, enclosed on both sides to form a tunnel. Her heart slammed in her throat violently as she quaked in fear and cold from the rain.
There was a metal door built into the side of the tunnel, accessible by climbing some stairs onto a platform. The woman fumbled with the knob, hoping it wasn’t locked. She exclaimed as the door clicked and swung open inward. Slamming it shut and flipping the lock tight, she sighed and kneeled to the ground, exhausted. Her whole body was pounding with her heart while she struggled to catch her breath. She peered up and saw that she was in some kind of maintenance room, quite small, and lit by a dim red light.
Her valves slammed and expanded again and again inside her. She could not control the pumping in her chest any more than she could control her shaking hands. Placing her palm on her chest, the woman felt her own organ writhing and beating against her skin like an angry animal.
Her helpless pump skipped two beats when she heard a voice just outside the door. She knew it was the creature.
“Are you in there?” Said the voice of a young woman. It startled the first woman, she had expected it to be frightening, like the face of the creature she saw. ‘It must still be out there!’ she thought.
Both locks clicked loose as the frantic woman shouted, “Yes! I’m here, get in, quickly!” And pulled the shorter girl inside by the shoulder of her jacket before once again slamming the door and locking it tight.
“Did- did you see it out there? Is it out there, are you hurt?” The panicking woman, whose hair was a darker shade than the young girl standing before her, could barely create a sentence over her fearfully pounding heart. All she could feel was her entire pump ballooning and contracting inside of her, and it distracted her from the fact her chest was exposed to the younger woman.
“See what? All I saw was you. I think you are imagining things.” The young woman seemed strangely calm. Her eyes were alluring, they were a rare shade of hazel. The dark haired women found herself staring into them as her heart began slowing. Slowing more, and more. Such a calm feeling washed over the room. Almost, a sleepy feeling. The older woman slumped to her knees again- this time, in trance. Looking into the girls eyes was doing something strange to her body. She could still feel her heart in her throat, although it was beating strangely slow.
Each beat was like a water balloon slowly filling until it burst, over and over again, and every nerve was so sensitive in her chest that she could feel the details of one pump after the other.
Her body felt relaxed and willing as the younger woman placed her palm on the barely pumping heartbeat.
Suddenly, the fingers feeling the struggling beats began to change.. They became erethral and pale, and very cold. Phasing through the chest of the older woman, the creature violently grasped her pumping heart. The woman gasped. Never had she been able to feel her entire heart in her chest like this; it felt so completely helpless and small in the grasp of another.
A jolt of dark energy surged through the weak heart, and it began jumping quicker between the fingers of the beast. The woman cried out and broke from her trance, realizing the mistake she’d made, and that it was surely too late. She began thrashing about, struggling to get away, when several dark tendrils of energy surged from the chest of the creature and pinned her to the wall, spread eagle. The dark energy had it’s own beat, surging and pumping around the woman like a raging beasts heart.
The woman’s poor heart had been released from the grip of the creature. “What are you?!” She choked out.
Still masked by the body and voice of the young woman, it responded with no malice, almost sweetly, “Your pumps were so fast when you saw me. So strong. I wanted to feel them for myself.”
The woman was struggling with all of her might against the bindings but it was no use. Her heart was beating faster than she’d ever felt. She did not want it to stop beating, and the thought only made it slam harder and faster inside of her. She closed her eyes and focused on the pumping. It was all she could do to face the end.
BaBump! babump! BaBump babump!
She felt the hand phasing through her chest again.. She held her breath, even though it made her heart feel as if it could burst at any moment.
The hand closed around her pump.
It tried to force it’s way from her grip.
Suddenly, the woman was certain she had died. It was all so fast. The pumping was gone..
She opened her eyes. Confusion broke her fantasy. Then she began to see. The creature had taken her heart.. rather, she was trying to, as she had changed it into the ghostly pale form that her hand had become. The creature phased the woman’s heart from her chest.
Just when the woman was sure it was all over, she gasped as she felt her pump began pushing blood through her again. It was still attached to her bloodstream, pumping from outside her body. It raced and skipped, full of new fear and adrenaline. She tried to scream at the sight of her own thrashing red organ, but no sound came out. The only sound that echoed in the camber was that of her heart, and the beat if the dark energy.
Without thinking, the woman pleadingly looked into the creatures bright eyes. She barely realized what she’d done before her heart began slowing again. It’s beats were beginning to falter after so much strain.
Her heart was steady now. Each beat felt like a lifetime, the fear still surging through her slowly.
The creature squeezed her fingers around the struggling pump.
“This will be it’s last little pump.”
With a bloody firework, the woman’s heart had burst under the pressure of the creatures grip. Laughing, the creature retracted it’s dark pumping tendrils and phased away, off to find another beautiful heart to play with.
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