The only sound he hears is his own heartbeat, pounding furiously -- he can't even hear his own footsteps as he runs though the trees, then skids to a stop by the pond. Questions, so many questions running through his mind:
What is it?
Why does it want him?
WHERE IS IT NOW?
The hairs on the back of his neck rise; he whips around to see what's there...nothing -- nothing, that is, except the pond...the pond. Memories fly through his head as he tries to make sense of the situation: a growling noise in his basement, large black eyes with white pupils, yellow, bloodied teeth, a huge shape in the dark... He shivers in horror at the thought of seeing it again, but of course that's unavoidable -- it's here, in the woods by the lake, with him.
Something growls behind him, and he whirls around to --
Two very different screams -- on of terror and one of rage -- rip through the air as what can only be called a monster leaps from the water and rips its claws through its victim's body...