The first night (short story)

    It was 3 in the morning when I woke up in the woods. There were red eyes in every tree and bush that surrounded me. Darkness surrounded every tiny crack so that I couldn't see past a mere 5 feet in front of me.
    I stood up to realize that my clothes were torn and shredded as if an animal got a hold of me. I looked up from my torn clothes and found out that the eyes disappeared, but I still felt as if I wasn't alone.
    Suddenly, without a warning, something hard hit me in the back of the head causing me to drop to my knees. I looked around and saw nothing.
    I listened closely for any sound. I heard nothing, not even a snap of a twig or the leaves being thrown around in the light fall breeze. I stood up and continued looking around and listening.
    Something terribly awful happened after I got up. I froze to the spot. My feet were stuck on the ground as if I had cinder blocks tied to both of them.
    I felt something breathing on my shoulder. It could have been human, or not, but either way, I was scared. I then heard a low menacing growl. I felt the Earth shake to the rhythm of the breathing.
    I was terrified to the core. I have no explanation of what it was. As I closed my eyes, knowing this would be my end, I started remembering how I got here. I started remembering the walk I had with my friend to the park. Then I remembered the sudden splintering headache that came out of nowhere. I endured this pain for a short amount of time until I finally passed out.
    I was interrupted by a pain in my back and a sudden scream.
    "Come on!" I faintly heard as I felt a set of hands picking me up.
    I finally got up and started running behind my savior. Even though I was a little dizzy, I felt my feet running like never before.
    While running, I took a hard look at this person. It was my friend!
    He was in terrible shape. His clothes were more torn up then mine and he had blood running down his back. With him looking like this from the back, I'd hate to see him from the front.
    He suddenly stopped and looked back. I slowed myself down and put my hands on my knees and started breathing heavily. It felt like we ran for ages.
    I then noticed why he stopped. There was rushing water and rocks all over the bottom of the cliff. I could hear the water pounding heavily against the rocks.
   "Where are you!" Exclaimed a malevolent voice. The trees started shaking as the birds fled in a hurry, screaming at the top of their lungs. The earth started to shake. I knew it was coming, but didn't want to believe it.
    I could see trees falling down in the distance. I looked at him and he looked at me. We knew what had to be done.
    As the falling of the trees came closer and closer, we steadied ourselfs at the end of the cliff.
   "Nowhere to run this time!" The beast said as it started chuckling to itself. Its voice was at such a low tone it was hard to understand. The thing was about 9 feet tall and had spikes on its back and its arms. I couldn't help but notice the blood on its teeth.
   My friend and I took one last look at each other. His face was torn up. He had a lot of cuts on his cheek and blood on his forehead. He also had one big mark on his arm that looked like something tried to bite him.
   He nodded as he got closer and closer to the edge.
   With all my strength, I said, "Let's go."
   I closed my eyes as we jumped off the cliff with our backs against the water. The beast screamed in anger as he watched us fall. Then all I heard was a groan of pain from my friend, and the splashing of water.
                                                           To Be Continued...