Prologue
She hit the floor with a loud, threatening smack. Pain pulsed through her head, causing a gut-wrenching throbbing to occur. She opened her eyes. Where was she? She couldn't remember anything that had happened recently, just falling, deeper and deeper into an unknown vicinity. She found with her eyes a blurry, dark surrounding that had no end or beginning. Anyone…anything could be looming ominously just beside her, and she would fail to know. She muted her breathing, shut her eyes, and tried to tune her hearing to be as sensitive as possible in regards to possible prowlers. She heard nothing, but somehow…she could tell that something was there. Yes, subconsciously she knew that someone…something was near. But the more vital question was: Was it here to help her, or to hurt her?
She kept still while on the stony floor of the looming chamber, wondering when the thing she was sensing would approach her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood straight. Though she was utterly blind in the evil of the darkness, she slowly turned her head slightly to the left. A faint scratching noise was approaching her at a fast pace…was it claws against the rough, stony floor?
She stood to run, but where would she go? Would she smack into a wall or trip? She figured that it would be better to pass out from a collision then to experience being tortured with her senses so aware. Would she be tortured? Maybe this thing wanted to help. She hesitated from her running stance for a moment, and it wasn't spent in her favor.
A slashing claw scraped against her back, causing blood to ooze at a dangerous pace. It then wrapped around her torso, and dragged her farther into the depth of the darkness.
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