The revenge of the scarecrow.

Chapter ten

Drake's eyes were opened wide . His heart had never beat so fast in his life. He got a tighter grip on the stick he was holding. With the thing that was running around him he got a glipse of what seem to be burlap. His mind was running on as fast as the thing was on what it could be. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his back. His whole body got cold as he fell to the ground screaming in pain. His scream eco'd through the fields but it was unlikely that anyone heard. He layed on the ground unable to get up from the pain

He through his right arm back to see if he could feel something. His hand instantly got soaked in blood . He could feel three maybe four deep long scracth marks. He let out another scream but dispite his efforts no one could hear him. The running had stopped , but he was still searching the thing.

He heard footsteps coming from where his feet were laying. He turned around with a stuggle and saw a huge figure standing there hovering over him . His eyes stuggled to see in the sudden change of light but after half a minute he saw it. A f*****g scarecrow. It's head was oval misshaped. It had on a dirty thorn overoral on. On its left hand it had four blades with blood dripping off it. His heart felt like it was about to burst

"Who are you?" Drake asked. "WHAT THE f**k DO YOU WANT FROM ME MAN " he yelled as the spit and tears flew out.

The scarecrow took the rope hanging from one of its pockets and wrapped it around Drake's ankels. He tried to fight it by kicking but his efforts were useless with all the cuts and pain he had. The scarecrow started pulling the rope and dragged Drake through the cornfields. Drakes head was bumping on everything and he felt as though he had no control over his body. The ground were going in to the wounds on his back and he has never in his life felt such pain than that he did that night. After about twenty minutes of being dragged around with a rope tied around his feet everything went black and the pain he had felt faded in to the darkness that overfload his body.

He could feel the cold wind blowing over his neck when he came to. He started to open his eyes and tried to see trough what seemed to be a sack over his head. The wounds on his back started to pain again. When he tried to turn his head to see if he could see anything else than a small speckel of light through the sack his head was stopped by the rope around his neck. His breathing got slower. He started to feel the rope around his arms and ankels. He could feel his body hanging. He felt sharp pain strikes in his feet and hands.

He could feel blood rushing towards his hands and feet. He started to feel light headed. He heard the running again. He tried his best to stay alert but al of the sudden a sharp pain in his chest and then.... Nothing.