Amalthea Turingourd

The Game

Annabelle could feel her heart pounding in her chest as her breath rasped out. A sharp stab of pain in her ribs made her randomly wonder why they called it a stitch in the side. It felt more like a hot fire poker. She snapped her thoughts back into disciplined order. There were much more pressing issues to deal with right now. The abomination charging after her was one of those more pressing issues. This one use to be a cat. She vaguely remembered a time when another one had been a dog and another had been a rabbit. Whatever kept doing this knew she loved animals and wanted to add insult to injury.