A piece of the wall blinked and the intricately patterned paper cracked open to reveal the toothy grin she'd been trying to avoid all these years. In that moment she truly felt that there was nowhere else for her to go, that her only option of escape was to escape life itself and hope the damned thing didn't follow to whatever came after a final breath.
If her lifetime of running had taught her anything, it was how predictable the creature was. Always an eye, a smile and, after a few menacing minutes, hands from the opposite side of whichever room it had managed to squeeze its surprisingly large form into.
Sure as clockwork a sharp crack and a gentle shower of plaster alerted her to the emergence of its hands and she knew it would have already seen to the exits, blocking all save for one so the chase wouldn't end prematurely. They both wanted her to survive but only one of them wanted the chase to carry on to brighter and bolder grounds.
Much as every fibre in her body was begging her to stop, give in and rest for the last time, she ignored it all and took sharp left after sharp right after ducking to avoid the clawed hands trying to sever her Achilles tendon. She would see daylight again and see it skittering about the restaurant behind her, trashing everything in sight until it was certain she had left alive.
Buying her time til it could find her again and it would always find her again,
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