A/N: Hola, brochachos!
Yeah, not sure where this came from. I felt the desire to write something spooky, and this beast was then born. Yeah, I get it, the prologue is short, but the chapters will be longer. I swear!
So I'm excited about this. Not really excited about killing people I like, but excited nonetheless xD oh, and you won't find whose point of view this prologue is in until later on, when this scene actually happens. Capiche? Feel free to guess all you want, but my lips are sealed haha.
Yeah, so I'm gonna shut up now. I hope y'all enjoy the prologue - I have a few chapters written, so if this goes well, I can start uploading those!
Enjoy!
- A-Far-Off-Memory
~ prologue ~
He ran as fast as he could, ignoring the burning in his lungs and legs. He couldn't stop, no matter how much he wanted to—stopping meant death, and he didn't want to die.
Not like the others had.
A sob escaped him as he pushed his legs harder, each breath razor sharp as it filled his burning lungs. His friends…
He wasn't sure how many of them were gone, if there were any left at all. If he was the only one left in this hell. But he was damn sure that he wasn't about to join those who were gone.
"You can't run forever…"
A loud wail escaped him at the silky, deadly voice. His eyes blurred with tears that he fought to blink away, not wanting to trip and fall over something. That would be a deadly mistake, he knew it.
And then he heard his name. His head whipped around, blurry eyes finding familiar faces. A surge of warmth filled him—they weren't all gone! There was still hope!
It was at that moment that he reached a dead end, a wall. He panicked—there was nowhere left to go, no doors or hallways for escaping. Only a lone window in front of him, dirty glass half broken. An ominous chuckle filled his ears, as well as frantic cries of his name. Slowly, he turned, blue eyes filled with fear.
"I told you that you couldn't run forever," the voice cooed, the tone making his skin crawl.
His breathing sped up. He felt like he couldn't swallow, like something was blocking his throat as he glanced behind him at the window. He knew it was his only chance—and it was two stories up. It still seemed like the better alternative; at least he'd have a chance of living.
He looked back in time to catch the eyes of the one he loved before hurling himself through the glass.
Yeah. That's that.
Guesses as to who it was? Later on, when you all find out, I'll look and find the person who guessed it right first and offer a prize of some sort :D
Review maybe? I won't beg, but it'd be reeeeeeeal nice xD
Au revoir, mes amis!
- AFOM