Becoming Edward Cullen
A Parody by Orii15
Prologue
I was too tired to run any more. Each ragged breath I drew felt like my lungs were on fire. The pounding of my footsteps, the pounding of my heart, these deadly rhythms of my last moments filled my thoughts. Behind me I could hear the others slowing down, just like I was. I felt like my feet were made of lead. It was about then that I realized it didn't matter how far we ran, no matter how fast we went, we couldn't escape the inevitability of our fate. My legs gave way underneath me and I crumpled to the ground, I felt the rest of the group collapse around me. Behind us the hunters approached, scarlet eyes ablaze with hunger, and fury.
All our careful plans had been for nothing. We'd been dabbling with forces too big for us from the beginning. We'd gotten in too far; meddled with things we didn't understand. And now we were dying for it. I was glad I was out of breath, because every movie I'd ever seen where people were put into a situation similar to ours dictated that had I been able to speak, my last words should have been some sappy speech. But then, in the movies when people are put into situations like ours, they usually can talk themselves out of it or something. In the movies, our situation would have been some thrilling climax, for us it was nothing but the end.
We had no hope left. I racked my brain for some way out, some innovative escape, but there was nothing. There would be no last second rescue for us. No Deus ex Machina would save our sorry selves, for what god would want anything to do with us? There was nothing left for us now, but to wait for Death and hope it would be quick.
Someone reached out and grasped my hand with trembling fingers, every bit as frightened as I was. They squeezed my sweaty palm, and I squeezed back just as hard. There was no sound but for footsteps, gasping breaths, and pounding heartbeats, and I could see nothing but the terrible consuming red of the eyes that surrounded us.
I closed my eyes, unable to look Death in the face. "I'm sorry," I breathed. "Sorry, sorry sorry," came the rasping mantra of my voice. "I'm so, so sorry."