Blood- Original And Remake

Story By Me, Found It, Really Old, And Decided To Put It On Here.

Blood

As I ran, the things image was printed on my mind.
It was bulky, only muscles, with no eyes, ears, or a mouth.
It looked like an animal that had all of it's outer-layer skinned off.
Sounds of killing, crying, and dying filled my ears.
I coughed once, then a second time, my body starting to ache prefusely.
Blood poured out of my mouth everytime I coughed.
I sank down to my knee's, a pool of blood starting to form.
The thing came, watching me fall to my side.

You Watch Me With No Eyes...
But You Can See Me...
Why Don't You Just Kill Me,
And Put Me Out Of My Misery...?

Blood-Remake

I sat in the middle of the forest, surrounded by dead trees', their branches like hands reaching for me.
I could hear noises, the same as before... screams and cries for mercy.
As I saw the dog-like bunch of muscles come close, I knew the bloody pain was next, but this type I would follow through until it was over.
I started coughing, over and over again, blood flowing out of the corners of my mouth.
It stared once more, with no eyes, it's red, muscly skin heaving with it's unhuman breaths.
The screams were loud now, coming from it's mouth-less face.
This is where I usually woke up, but I pushed the dream farther.
My breaths were short and shaky, as I fell to the ground.
My heart punded hollowly in my chest.
I shakily lifted my hands towards my face, pale as a ghost, then moved them towards my ears, tying to block out the noise.
The thing was hovering over me now, it's blank face staring at me.
My face was burning now, though most of my blood was problaly gone by now.
I reached up towards it, to see it's reaction; All it did was lower it's head, grazing my finger-tips.
It was slimy, and after I pulled my hand away, the thing started bleeding through the cracks in it's muscle-skin, forming a lake-like puddle where I lay.
It died, collaspsing like a big dog to rest, the whole forest now silent.
I wished I could end the dream, but it didn't bother to, and I didn't wake up.
My head ached, problaly from blood-loss, or the screaming that was there minutes ago.
A dim sun showed over over the trees', the sky mixing it's purples and blues with reds and oranges.
Soft clouds of gray hovered over me, almost transparent.
They gently rained, making the puddle bigger and more watery, until it was drowning me, covering almost all of the ground.
I couldn't move, and figured this was the end of the dream.

So I Lay, Beneath The Bloody Water, Closing My Eyes;
Then, I Realize, It's No Longer A Dream;
I Fall Into Eternal Slumber.