An Unedited ExcerptPhineas tumbled twenty feet across some type of ground, watching through bleary, squinted eyes as the machine tumbled after him, its wood splintering into a thousand pieces, its black metal scraping and twisting with each skid. It was catapulting towards him unstoppably fast. It was a mere five feet away from him and still moving fast when he lost all consciousness, his crumpled form a broken heap on the freezing ground.
The crumpled and broken man lie still on the ground for hours, perhaps even days to the best of his knowledge. His head swam with images of the blackness, the illustrious beast hidden amongst its palpable thickness. In this haze, Phineas could hear the growl of its insanity, but somewhere far in the distance the sound of airy laughter whispered like the wind, calling to him. He felt as if she were somewhere behind him, taunting him and hiding amongst the velvety folds of the dark. He tried to glance behind his shoulders to have a last fleeting look at her, but as he di