Prologue

Anna felt sick.

She slipped on the cobbled alleyway as she fled the darkness that seems to prey upon her. Her knees slammed painfully into the stone, her skin splitting and oozing beads of blood. A single tear was shed, trickling down her pale cheek but she forcefully wiped it away and scrambled to her feet, setting into a sprint almost instantly. Each step was like fire in her legs, the pain digging deep into her knees and shins, making them scream at her. But she didn't listen. She could no longer feel the pain.

Fear was her pain killer.

Skidding round a corner and into a narrow street, she ran up the deserted pavement, her flat shoes slapping the cold concrete slabs beneath her. Her red her, bedraggled and dead, danced in her face, getting into her fearful green eyes. Her jacket flew behind her, the light grey material torn in the shape of great claws, dragging down her back, burnt with great black scorch marks.

She leapt over a fallen bin, feeling her toes brush its side with little grace. She landed on one foot heavily and almost fell over on her ankle, but she was moving too fast now. Behind her, there was a sharp hiss and the sound of banging plastic as the bin was thrown away. But Anna didn't dare look behind her. She kept on running, though her legs began to feel like lead, the effort of making them move became an endless struggle as her feet pounded uselessly on the ground. A sense of dread already hung over her head.

I'm going to die...

The thought, there and then, could have made her cry out, yell for someone. However, there was no one. Just her and...The creature.

The white washed houses past by her, their curtains and blinds closed and their doors firmly locked, offered no protection for the young girl. No faces peered through the glass windows to see who had caused the noise. The city was dead.

The tears, held back for so long that she couldn't remember when she last felt their wet touch, began to flood, making her vision blurred. There was no hope. No help. She felt the end coming so close; she could imagine her fingers reaching out to it.

Why me...?

The question that had seemed to dictate the past few weeks was suddenly weighing down on her, like ton of bricks smashing into glass; it broke its way into her mind and seeped slowly into her will. No longer did she want to run. No longer did she want to hide. Anna wanted it to end. So many hours without sleep, food or water. So many days of no company, only the too familiar fear at her side.

A growl behind her made her sob out loud as she ran, but she knew she was slowing. She could hear its claws, long and deadly, clacking on the pavement, nipping at her heels like an angry terrier savaging at another dog, scraping at her trailing jeans. She could smell its sickly breath, sour and rotting flesh plaguing the London air around her.

In front of her, she saw the street come to a close in a tight turning circle. There would be no more running, what would be the point? She had trapped herself, making it an easy chase for the beast. She might has well have served herself up on a silver platter, accompanied by a portion of chips.

Her desperate thoughts of when to stop were solved for her, by a loose paving stone. Her toes caught on the tilted end and she fell forwards, banging her head slightly as her whole body tumbled down, as though she was suddenly made of nothing more then cloth. She slid painfully along the ground, feeling her left side being slowly grazed by the rough concrete.

Finally, she rolled to a stop which seemed to last forever. She instinctively curled into a tight ball, the pain of her whole body making her eyes screw up tight as she moaned, gasping for breath. She didn't want to see her death coming towards her, swaggering out of the darkness of which it was born.

She felt the footfalls. They sounded like hooves. But Anna knew what they really were. Thick, scaly grey feet with great, black claws, as thick as her hand, pawing at the ground with amusement as it scared out its kill. That was all she was to it. A kill. A meal that was intended to be for so long. She had seen it happen. The dry cleaner owner, Mr Down, ripped away through the air and whisked away, his screams fading away into the day. She was the last.

Anna's cheek felt cold against the pavement. It seemed to spread into her eyes, drying her tears, but intensifying the deep sorrow within her, as though feeding wood to dying flames.

A shadow loomed over her. Its breath, putrid, made her cough uncontrollably. She glanced up, staring into the face of her pursuer.

It looked like a lizard, except a charcoal grey. A pair of nostrils flared, taking deep breaths of air to revive its lungs while its crimson eyes, full of such malice and hatred that they seemed to burn. Its upper lip twitched to reveal an array of sharp, poisonous fangs, moist with spittle. A long tongue, snaking past those blades, licked the air, as though tasting her fear.

What are you waiting for? She hissed in her mind, A written invitation?

The creature snarled, as though hearing her thoughts, snapping its teeth close to her face with a sharp bang. The noise made Anna jump, sending her into trembles of fear. This was it. What she had been fighting against for a straight five weeks, ending now.

The creature snorted a plume a thick, black smoke down upon her, as though laughing at her fear. She felt the warmth of the smoke as it slipped into her nostrils, making her vision waver. A wave of drowsiness covered her, as though a flick blanket was covering her crumbled body. Then, she heard a voice through the black which blinded her eyes.

'So young...So easy to...' The last word, Anna didn't hear. She had slipped into a deep sleep of which she had never wanted to have.

Hey :)

I'm writing a new Doctor Who story whilst the other undergoes some work (basically, I need time to write more chapters, but it sounds cooler if I say it needs work ;) ) I hope you have enjoyed reading the prologue..Yes, its not chapter one, that would be much much longer, or else my proof reader may loose all whats left of her sanity and kill me to make me write more.

Any who, I will give you a preview to Chp 1.

Rose Tyler ran down the old street, looking back with fear over her shoulder as she heard a growl. It was times like these when HE should be here...Suddenly, something leaped out from the side and crashed into her.

'What are you doing here?'

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