ENJOY ~

Norman can see ghosts.

And lately he's been seeing a lot more things. Awful things. People with solid black eyes, people with oddly pale skin & a jawline full of razor sharp teeth, people who can literally change body, color, shape & form. Basically every other inhuman being seen in horror films & books. Blood, guts, murder, but nothing like that was compared to the horrific nature of . . .

. . . THEM.

Norman had been running for a week's worth of days now. NON-STOP. In that amount of time he'd probbaly jumped at least one or two states out of Blythe Hollow, Massachusetts. Home. Where his dad was probably having a stroke right about now, his mother probably worrying sick, & his older sister, Courtney, probably driven insane on the account of their parents bickering about him missing. The only person who knew Norman's whereabouts was his best friend Neil, & he was probably wigging out right about now too. Norman hasn't called every four hours, like he promised he would before he left. But for those close around Norman, he had to disappear. Far away. He didn't want anyone getting hurt or in worse case possible . . . killed.

Monsters were chasing him.

About two or three of them. Massive beasts, that he couldn't quite make out, but Norman knew they stood about ten feet tall each taking canine features. He could clearly hear & feel them though. Whenever they were close Norman could distinctly make out their low, nasty, growls. Their thunderous stalking shook the very ground beneath his feet. If they should ever catch Norman off guard, he swore they could tear him apart, just from a single snap of their jaws. And if that wasn't bad enough Norman couldn't hide. They'd just sniff him out after a couple of minutes later.

He was exhausted & dissoriented from the lack of sleep. Norman could barely run. He was wounded in several places. The worst being the nasty gashes on his lower left cheek, his swollen bruised knees, the ripped flesh on the left side of his torso, & his favorite red hoodie shredded into pieces. Petrified was the word that ran in his mind. Norman was completely & utterly PERTRIFIED. What did these beasts want with Norman? If they wanted to kill him they would've just done it by now. Or maybe they just liked playing with their food in some sick game of chase. Just the thought of that made him violently ill.

The fact that it was the middle of the night, lost, in some unknown forest, didn't make him feel any better. The beasts seemed a lot stronger at night, or maybe Norman was just getting weaker. He could hear them from behind. The beasts were closing in, twelve feet . . . ten . . . eight. Norman was wheezing, his lungs begging for a breather, but he couldn't just stop. His mind wouldn't allow it.

It's suddenly when Norman falls upon a highway road, on all fours. On the edge of hyperventilation, his legs finally gave up. To his convenience, a vehicle's headlights were coming in at Norman at a rapid speed.

"Oh no!" He exclaimed.

Norman figured he was going to painfully die either way from exhaustion, getting hit by a car would most likely be quicker. He yelled bracing himself for impact, but found that the vehicle went veering to a massive stop on the opposite of the side of the road from Norman.

Two white men, probably brothers, in their late twenties, quickly stepped out of their vehicle looking rather hysterical at Norman. One was shorter than the other, he had a crew cut, wore a brown leather jacket & jeans. He was the first to speak by extending his arms with his palms in the air, like, "What the hell? What's a kid doing in the middle of a road?"

The other man was few inches taller, had a mop of hair, in the same fashion as the first only he wore a green jacket.

"Calm down, Dean!" He said looking concerned on the account of Norman's hysterical face, he then walked toward him, hands raised empty, in defense. "Are you all right?" He knelt down in front of him.

"Keep away from me!" Norman exclaims.

"It's all right!"

"It's NOT safe to be around me. You have to leave, NOW-"

"What?"

"SAM!"

Loud gun shots were fired in the air . . .

. . . the sound alone made Norman black out.

NOTE: I noticed the LACK of SUPER/NORMAN crossovers, so I thought I'd write the first one. Pfft!

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