Prologue
BPOV
I'd never give much thought to how I would die. Oh, screw that − yes I have! With how accident prone I am, I ponder it all the time. In fact, sometimes, (to pass the time of course) I think of all the terrible things that could lead to my demise. I could die Indiana Jones style with a massive boulder hot on my trail, threatening to flatten me. Or maybe I'd die from eating way too many fluffernutters. Those things were too delicious for their own good − or my own good. In fact, I could eat one right-
"Bella!" Edward yelled, "Snap out of it and run faster!"
Oh yeah, right, sort of running from my death here.
Right on cue I tripped over a rock and landed flat on my ass. Edward kept running for a second, not realizing he'd left me behind. He ran to my aide lightening fast, but it was too late. The masked killer was standing right before us, machete in hand. I crawled crab style amongst the leaves back away from the lunatic. Edward dropped to the ground and got in the exact same position I was in.
"What the fuck?" I hiss at him "Aren't you supposed to be trying to save both of our asses right about now?"
"But this is always the position the main characters are in before something or someone rescues them, and I sure as hell ain't gonna be the one to save us."
What. A. Jackass.
We both scream in unison as the killer lifts the humungous weapon in the air to end this poorly written story once and for all.
A/N: My first story (if you could even call it that). This is just a bunch of stuff that spilled out of my messed up brain. I've been wanting to write a story on fanfiction for a while now, so I thought I'd finally give it a whirl. I'll write more soon and post it if I get enough response to this "story". Comment please, and spread the word