The beast is coming for me. I run with all the strength that's left in my limbs, but I know it's not going to be enough. As soon as it reaches me, it'll chase after me until it eats me alive, and that's when I'll realize that it's far too late.

I keep running, never turning my back. There's no way I give up, anyway. If there's a chance to fight, I'll be down for a fight if this is what the beast wants. It won't stop till I'm defeated, nearly dead; however, I won't give it any satisfaction. I was born ready, and I already know how to deal with situations like this.

I notice a huge gate at the end of the street, which I climb quickly, showing a high level of confidence even though I'm clearly sweating. There's no time to wipe all those beads of sweat out of my face, though: if I stop for even a second, the beast will catch up on me, ready to kill me.

As I jump off the gate, I keep running through the park, never looking back. Furthermore, the beast is still chasing after me, ready to take advantage of every faux pas of mine. Its canine looks and huge fangs may depict it more like a hellhound, but this possibility is ruled out by the fact that it has a bionic eye and his fangs are partly made of iron and steel.

As I find myself standing at a dead-end street, the beast has finally reached me, showing off its metallic fangs. Its ears are literally fuming, whereas its bionic eyes are pointing at me, seeing me as a target. I must be smart, find new ways to fight it without attacking directly, since that will actually be an advantage for it.

I'm studying his moves when he surprises me. It's not hitting me with its tail or attempting to bite me with its fangs, but it's hissing with a masculine voice, "You've been running away from me for too long. It's about time you follow me."

I clench my fists, not trusting the beast's intentions. I'm not going to be ensnarled in its trap, only to die afterwards. "Wh-what do you m-mean?" I'm stuttering, seething for the desire to destroy that sort of metallic hellhound.

Surprisingly again, it smiles at me in a mechanic, unnatural way. "We're meant to fight together, boy. The Dictator is doing whatever is in his power to suppress us; this is why I need your help." I hesitate as it makes me a sign to approach it. As I do, the beast waves his tail, asking me to caresse its fur. I obey and then follow it through the city. 

[458 words]

This is a short story I wrote for a contest by @_SteamPunk for Halloween Vault.