Ties to the Fog- Meg Thomas FanFiction
Fog blurred her vision, the only sound that she could hear was the sound of her own breathing echoing in her ears. It was so dark, the kind that gave one panic attacks. Everything threatened to swallow her entire being; hesitantly Meg took a step forward and realized she was wearing tennis shoes.
RUN
Her instincts told her to launch into a sprint, that there had to be hope. Her mother had taught her to never give up, to always fight. Meg Thomas recounted her mother’s encouraging words with every thud of her sneakers against the marshy grounds. “Never stop, never look back, always move forward.”
Hope, a generator. Something pushed her in the direction, an invisible drive that she couldn’t quite understand. The blinking lights at the top of the pole indicated the lights could be turned on.
FIX IT
Every moment she hesitated she heard the thudding of her heartbeat. Growing louder with each passing moment. Before she could will her body to move, she looked in horror as she had an out of body experience. That was her, crouched behind a patch of cattail plants covered head-to-toe in blood, viscera and various body parts. Her hair was cut short, her face with an everlasting terrified expression. Meg watched in horror as her doppelganger ducked by the generator and expertly worked the broken wires.
Just as the lights brightened, Meg heard a loud fog horn that faded into the sound of her very familiar alarm clock. Blinking her almond shaped eyes open, Meg bolted upright in her bed, drenched in sweat. The only reminder of her nightmare… black grease marks on her fingertips.
Blue eyes scanned her reflection in the mirror, she knew her mother would ask her if an illness was creeping in. Hands were washed, teeth scrubbed and hair placed into messy pigtail plaits, Meg shook off her dream and pushed forward into her day. Her university was holding track team try-outs and Meg had practically been training for this day her entire life.
Running was creation and destruction at the same time, letting her legs guide her across landscapes created opportunities and destroyed any monsters of doubt that liked to plague her mind. Track presented so many chances in her life, gave her an escape from her mother’s depressive state, gave her a social life, gave Meg her current boyfriend. Life was hard, money was hard to come by but her mother never insisted she focus on anything other than school. Track was life, and she welcomed the excuse to let it take over.
While on the bus to morning’s classes, Meg’s mind kept running back to that nightmare. Black tendrils lined those thoughts when she explored them, it was dark, foreboding but exciting at the same time. Shivers coursed down her spine, starting from the base of her neck, making her shrug her shoulders. Meg’s dark blue eyes scanned her surroundings as she realized she was near her stop. She mentally chided herself for getting lost in her newfound, strange daydream. A few more minutes of having zoned out and the track-bound college athlete would have certainly been late.
Of course she was going to make the team, of course her shoe laces were tied to perfection, of course she stretched, of course other girls were jealous of her demeanor and grace while pacing herself. Meg certainly impressed the coaches, yet she found she was isolated. She never made too much effort in getting familiar with other women around her.
When the try outs were over, Meg felt accomplished. The coaches did have concern over her social life and empathized that she’d need to network to gain sponsors for her position on the team. With a promise that she’d make more of an effort in being communicative, Meg left to go catch the bus back home to tend to her mother’s needs.
Upon reaching the bus stop, the auburn beauty peered around at the scenery. Kentucky hills were beautiful, especially during the autumn. The leaves were curling as they dried to crispy little corpses that eventually floated down to Earth. The sun was setting over the horizon, the days were getting shorter and the air cooler. The young track star knew she should wait for the bus to arrive, to not wander off and hike home herself, but her legs were yearning for more release. Meg knew the path well, just over a hilltop and through a field. It was pretty straight forward; stick to the path and she’d be home a half hour later than the bus route. Meg knew if she set off now she’d make it home just before sunset.
Looking both ways before crossing the street, Meg jogged across and onto the path that led home. It was an unofficial path, one she had created for her own needs. No one else in the world knew about the location. Her mind wandered at first, her body on auto-pilot as she panted through the forest. Thoughts of her mother’s recent condition flooded her mind. Cancer, breast cancer, the fatal kind. She wasn’t expected to live beyond the next six months but Meg couldn’t tell her mother was ill. The woman put on quite the mask, happy until the end is what Ms. Thomas aimed for. Despite the demeanor being light hearted, Meg still chose a college close to home so she could be around to take her mother to chemotherapy appointments.
CRACK!
Meg snapped out of her thoughts and halted in her steps to peer around. Her eyes scanned the forest lining, it was bear territory but she could generally hear their grunts as they forage for berries. Someone was watching her, causing Meg’s little hairs to rise on the base of her neck. Shivering, Meg attempted to quicken her footsteps, only to hear heavy breathing close. Everything told her to run, but her little body froze. She was paralyzed as a masked man stepped out of the shadows, brandishing his sharpened blade.
What was one supposed to say when a larger figure revealed itself with intentions of disemboweling and slicing one’s body open? Voice gone, bodily functions gone as she felt a puddle forming at her feet, Meg couldn’t find enough air in her lungs as the masked man slowly stepped closer. Not one word was exchanged as he stepped within arm’s reach of her, but something kicked in at the very last moment as Meg’s feet pushed against the ground at last. She bolted into the thick brush next to them, her jogger’s legs propelling her forward and into the dark forest. Shadows enveloped her vision, she was struggling to find her way through the unmarked path.
WAIT
That voice from her dreams; it pierced inside her head, causing a brief migraine of pain. Nothing could stop her momentum, until she spotted at the last second the knife shining with the last rays of sunlight. Meg gurgled on her own blood and bile as she gasped, hands holding the buried hilt of the blade in her abdomen. A perfect killing blow straight through her breastbone. Blue eyes looked at the white mask of her killer, the darkened eyes peering into her soul. Then the fog, the last bit of life was that menacing fog. Even her killer seemed surprised by how quickly it came, black billowing clouds forming into tendrils, wrapping around her ankles. A moment of peace as it seemed to wait for her last breath, then a rough yank from that life and into the next.
((I wrote this a few months ago after a huge writer's block was lifted. Meg is my favorite survivor and I'm excited for her next tome entry. I also write more on twitter, if you guys like this I'm happy to post more of others. My latest one is a Lisa Garland fanfic. I'm also @Reapingbeauty16 on twitter ))