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Sten was running faster than he'd ever done in his life.
He had just seen more than he could handle in a lifetime.
Just minutes ago they had been standing guard on a cold night, Frank said he saw a shadow move and went to check it out.
The sarge just lit up another cigarette and told him to "Make it quick, cause it's probably nothing."
[i]Yeah... nothing.[/i]

Sten dove behind a corner, he didn't know if he was still being followed but he couldn't look around so he just kept running.
Another sharp turn, his path was obscured by another huge fog bank.
When the fog first started to come up it had made chills run down his spine.
But by now it instilled sheer terror. Eyes wide open, unable to look away from the white abyss, Sten stood frozen.

Suddenly he saw a tiny red light hover in the deep. The lit end of a cigarette!
"Sarge! Sarge over here!"
Latching on to a tiny speck of hope he ran into oblivion.
The light got closer, and closer. There was literally a light at the end of this tunnel! The sarge always knew what to do, he'd get out of this and...

The red point dropped from the horizon. 

Seconds later Sten got to it. A half smoked cigarette lay on the ground, a thin line of smoke diffusing into the mist. Which was slowly turning darker.
A Sten looked around him all was gray, dark gray. The ground looked like it shook violently in intervals but he felt nothing.
Darkness enclosed around him. Now all was pitch black around him, he was dazed and unable to see further a meter away from his face.
Far away, yet close somehow, he saw twisted faces writhing in the darkness. Laughing at him, taunting him.
His head was pounding, the world kept shaking and it felt the air pressure was rising.
The sneering and hysterical faces floated around, fading in and out, flashing horrifying twisted faces.
Stan ran, he picked a direction and held on to his last shred of hope.

Suddenly there was a wall of light in the distance. He ran towards it and as he got closer he saw there was a light at the edge of the fog bank. 
Running for his life and away from the faces that hounded him relentlessly, he dashed out of the mist and out on the street.
The light he'd seen had been a street lantern.
Under it stood two figures. Long coats, looking at each other.
Sten heard his own pounding footsteps echo in his head, the blood rush trough his veins and the feint laughing far away in the distance, from every direction.
He couldn't make out what the two talked about, or who they where. He could hardly focus to look at them, yet he couldn't look away.
In a flash he saw one turn his head and make eye contact, glowing red eyes and viciously sharp teeth. But the man hadn't moved. Had he?
The pressure got to Sten. He dropped to his knees.

[url=http://soundbible.com/grab.php?id=1690&type=mp3]All the chaos and horror was interrupted by a loud tone.[/url]
It brought calm and clarity. For a moment the world was forgotten.
Sten stared out into nothing, but with no fear. He understood now.
Tears ran down his face as he cried out in manic laughter.
Crimson lines ran from his face as it stared up at a blank sky.

He understood now.