Preface
Running for my life. The demons have almost caught up to me now. The emotions I feel are flashing through me so quickly I can hardly think. There is remorse, sadness; I'm terrified out of my wits, and even a bit euphoric, to know that the searing pain in my heart will be gone soon. And I'm faced with a difficult decision. I feel like I'm done for anyway, so I could stop running and let the demons of Hades engulf me. Or I could keep running like I should. But I'm too tired, and I'll die of exhaustion before I get safe. My last option is both stupid and brave. Stand and fight. I don't know how well I'll fare at that though.
Taking what breath I still have from running, I exhale. The decision has been made. My pace slows, and pretty soon, I stop. Even as I breathe heavily, I can still hear the demented shrieks from behind me coming closer. They are also slowing down. Their footsteps are becoming louder, closer and slower. My eyes are wide with fear and my hands are curled in a fist. The demons stop too. As they crouch ready to pounce, I turn around to face them.