I don't know why I wrote this. But I was bored at the time, so maybe because of that. But I don't think it's very good. I don't know if I should continue this story, but if you want me to please review it.

Disclaimer- I don't own Frodo, but I wish I did. Who knows what great things I could do with him if I did. All I own is the creature that is chasing him.

Frodo ran. He ran as fast as he could, as fast as his little legs could carry him. He had to put as much distance as he could between him and it. But what was it? He didn't care, didn't want to know. It didn't matter to him. All he knew was that if he stopped for even a second, the creature chasing Frodo would catch him. It would suck out his soul, devour him from inside out. Frodo would be left lifeless and still with no free will of his own. Almost like a zombie. And the creature would be able to control Frodo's every though and movement.

But Frodo couldn't run any more. If he kept going, his lungs would burst from lack of air. His heart would be torn apart from its fast and rapid beating, and his sore muscles would rip. He needed rest, needed air, food, water. He needed anything that would keep the vile thing away from him.

Suddenly Frodo felt a sharp pain at the back of his head. The pain spread from his head to his arms to his legs. His eyes saw red and then white and then red again. What was happening to him? He felt like he was drowning. Something was pushing him under. Frodo couldn't breathe, couldn't feel. Finally he saw black and knew no more.