This is a little excerpt if you will of a book I'm currently writing… not of fan fiction type… but I wanted to use this part in my new rewrite of protector of SPR and see how well it does… any who ya this is protector of SPR rewritten if you haven't read the note in the last one I wrote I have decided that that wasn't what I wanted for this story. So I have decided to rewrite it and start anew.. thank you to those who have read that story in the past and I'm sorry for the ones that wanted me to continue it. unfortunately i really lost my plot in that one soo… here is the new one. please enjoy.

Don't forget me

Prologue:

Don't be afraid.

A child's laughter. That's what I heard. My world was dark but I could see that I was in a forbidden area of the city. A warehouse maybe? Or an old abandon building. I couldn't tell. There were crates nearby. I could see their outline. But that was about it. There was also a smell. It was horrible and I felt as if I would throw up if I were to breathe through my nose at all. It smelled of metal and salt. Like the way a penny smells. But that was only the underlying smell. It smelled of rotting flesh and freesies. Like people were left here to die. I had a feeling that I wasn't too far off.

I had been dragged here. By whom or what I didn't know. But I knew something wasn't right. The way that child in the distance was singing and laughing. Something was off. And I was terrified. The singing got louder and I started to cringe at the sound. It was something akin to the way nails sound on a chalkboard. I went to cover my ears but found I was unable to. They were bound. And from what I could tell I was on the cold hard concrete floor. But I wasn't too sure since I was laying in something wet, cold and sticky.

My senses perked up more as I lay there in what I could only guess to be blood. My hearing got more sensitive and the laughter of the child made me feel like my head was about to explode. I heard the little footsteps of his or her shoes against the floor making little click clack noises and in some spots splashing could be heard. It was as if he or she was playing and jumping. Jumping around just like my heart was doing in my throat

I was trapped and I knew it. There was nothing anyone could do. And as a bright light came on above me I knew this would be the end. It filled the space around me but I couldn't see until my eyes adjusted. But what I saw made me wish that I was still in the dark. Around me I could see that I was in fact in a puddle of blood. And that I was in fact in an old abandoned building. Around me were wooden crates. There wood looked to be stained with the red liquid. I nearly threw up but was able to just keep down my breakfast.

The singing got louder and I could hear the footsteps approaching me. The sound stopped by my head and I dared to look up. What I saw finally pushed me over the edge and I screamed after I finished vomiting. Its face was hideous. It was smiling and I could see every square little tooth in its mouth due to the fact that it had a Chelsea grin from ear to ear. The blood just oozing out of the cut along with what looked to be yellow pus. It had one eye that was still in tack but the other was nowhere to be seen as its socket was empty and bleeding. Its hair was a dark ratty mess and in some places it had been shaved off. It smelled of rotting flesh and I could see that in fact in some places its skin was grey and falling out of its wounds.

Shh. Don't be afraid.

I cowered under its crazed look and wished to hell that this was all a dream.

It bent down to my level and its breath smelled of blood. It pulled a knife out from behind its back and held it above my heart. I watched in fear as it never took its eye off of me. It gently placed it on my chest and I screamed again. But as soon as I did this it lifted the weapon and plunged it into my breast. The blood spurted out everywhere and felt the sharp jab quickly grow into an agonizing pain

I told you not to be afraid.

I could feel my blood pour out of me as it pushed the knife to the left splitting the wound open further. My blood poured hot and thick over my body as the child, if you could even call it that, watched me with a sick fascination. It pulled the knife from my chest and I coughed. I tasted the coppery taste as it slide past my lips and dribbled down my chin.

I heard the child laugh as it got up and ran away along the way it sang something incoherent. My vision slowly started to fade. But I held on.

Do you want me to stop the pain?

I wouldn't give up. I couldn't.

I want to hear you beg.

Finally the pain became unbearable and I just wanted to die. "Stop! I don't want this! Make it stop!"

Mommy always say's to say pleases.

"Please!"

I felt my body being picked up and thrown in to a dark hole that smelled of death and rotting human flesh. My body hit something soft and gross and I knew it was the bodies of whatever this child had killed. I screamed one last time as my body was sucked into the fleshy pile.