Prologue
The Dark Sky
He ran down the alley. He could hardly think, hardly breathe. All that mattered was that he got away from it. He hadn't actually seen what it really looked like, but he could hear it breathing behind him, panting and slobbering all over itself.
It was gaining on him. It was covering ground quick, much quicker than he had thought it could. It was coming closer and closer. It gained more ground every second. And it was not alone. Somehow he knew it was not alone, though he had only seen a glimpse of one.
He reached the end, and knew it was the end. It was the end of an alley, and the end of his life. He was faced with a wall in front, a wall to the left, a wall to the right and it behind. He knew his end was in sight. He was boxed in, trapped, cornered, ensnared, and without hope of escape. He turned around just in time to see it lung at him, and the darkness engulf him.
