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Prologue

Attacked

Tohru held her upper right arm tight, blood slowly streaming down it. Her chocolate brown hair was a mess, and her clothes were ruined; her pink blouse was ripped in places, and covered with dirt and blood, as was her blue skirt that reached just before her knees. She couldn't remember where or when she lost her shoes at. Probably when she was running for her life.

She winced, and reached for her left side, blood saturating her hand. Because of the sudden release of pressure, blood flowed out of the wound on her upper arm faster. Knowing that the gash in her side was worse, she let the blood flow from her arm as she kept her hand on her side, applying pressure to try to stop the bleeding. At least she didn't have to worry about the slightly bloody wound on her right knee. It had stopped bleeding a little while ago, and now the blood was dried on it. But that didn't mean it still didn't hurt. She continued limping in pain because of it. She also knew there was a deep cut on her back because she could feel the red liquid slowly run down her back.

She wasn't sure exactly what time it was, but the sky was dark and full of stars. The wind blew softly and it held a slight chill to it. It would've been a beautiful night to her had she not been hurt. The darkness prevented her from seeing where she was going, and the chill in the wind just made her more cold. She was already freezing from all the blood she lost.

A sudden shot of pain drained most of the energy she had left, and she leaned against a tree for support. Her breathing was slow and shallow, and she just couldn't catch her breath. She shivered as the cool air hit her again.

She soon began walking again. If she could just find some help, her chances of making it would increase. But she was in the middle of the woods, it was dark, and she had barely any energy left to continue walking. Her chances of finding help and surviving were slowly slipping away with every step she took.

At least she had escaped her attacker. If she hadn't of got away in time, she would've been killed then and there. But escaping came at a price; her injuries were severe.

Another shot of pain sent her to her knees, and she felt her knee wound reopen. And another shot drained her remaining energy. Her vision became black, and she fell flat onto her stomach, her arms slightly stretched out in front of her.

I know it's short, but I should have the first chapter up soon. I'm working on it right now, so I hope you guys/gals liked it, and I know this one had no humor in it whatsoever, but the next chapter will, so you can look forward to that!