As my fist make contact with a solid, hard mass my whole body screams that I should run. Run and never turn back if I wanted to stay alive.

The darkness around me was choking, I could not see a thing. I could not, but he could. He was born in it, molded by it, he didn't see the light until he was what he was now, but then again it was blinding. As I continued my rough and obviously pointless assault on the mass right in front of me I wished with all my heart that this just would be over- that I could stop this once and for all! Blinded by the darkness and my overcoming fear I kept doing this until I missed him- and I staggered forward. Panic rose in my throat and I staggered backwards, whimpering until my back hit the hard, concrete wall. The foul smell of the sewers was clearer than ever and I could sworn I heard him breathing. I looked around, franticly scanning the blackness around me wishing I just could fetch a glimpse of him. My senses failed me yet again and I had no clue where I was. The only sound I could hear was the roaring of the waterfall. I didn't want to walk, if I did he would attack me from anywhere- at least the back was now out of the question. But at times like this your mind is not clear, the only instinct you have is either fight or flee. Normally I would flee, now I was pinned to the ground knowing that he was from somewhere looking at me, waiting for the first blow. Slowly I walked forward, eyes franticly scanning the room, breathing heavy and fearful.

And then it happened.

It only took two seconds for me to realize I was now officially a ghost.

He appeared out of nowhere, crashing his fist right into my chest. I simply flew backwards and gasped for air, blindly scrambling up. It was if the distance he created between me and him never existed. Within a second or two he was right in front of me and raised his foot.

"NO!" I cried desperately.

When his foot crashed down I practically felt how my ribs shattered. The agony it brought was enormous, with the little bit of air left I screamed my throat sore.

My instinct told me to get up- so I did. Normally I would have run, I would have cried, I would have begged but now I did everything the opposite.

From behind me a fist hit me with the power of a bus and I was slammed forward with a loud jowl. I tried to scramble up but he grabbed me by my hair and simply lifted me like I was no weight to him.

When he lifted his thigh-bone up and I let out a bloodcurdling scream, realizing with all my heart he was going to break my back! Snapping it into to pieces like I would do with a stick.

I started to fight like there was no tomorrow, thrashing with all my might, screaming my lungs out.

But instead of crashing my small, frail body onto his thigh he just merely threw me forward, like a football player would do with his football. My back hit the concrete wall first and with a horrible and too loud noise my back made a cracking sound. I felt how the last bit of air slipped my throat and I fell down, whimpering and shaking.

Something wet and warm floated around me, I realized right away it was my blood.

Every vein in my body screamed out in agony, my eyes practically screamed in horror. But when he appeared in front of me, towering over me I could see the faint outlines of the man whole Gotham feared.
The faint silhouette of his mask was visible, his eyes shone like headlight in the darkness. That's how I felt like right now, like a deer in the headlights.

I understood right away that this sight was the last time my living eyes would witness.

It was very ironic. My whole life I've ran, I've let everyone walk over me, use me like a doormat. I was always the silence, shy one. The white spot on a black canvas, not accepting anything, always alone. And now here I lay, broken, in pain, dying.. and I accepted it.

My whole life I had been a coward, a puppet. The puppeteer in this game was death itself. I was on death's doorway, about to be pushed off. My life was about to end, and there was nothing no one could do.

So when death finally came, I welcomed it.


How did this happen again?~
This is the prologue of my first fanfic ever made, and I am pretty proud with it. I came up with the idea well- around 3AM in the morning when I could not sleep. A whole prologue rolled out tangled with a chapter one. Chapter one only in pieces though, so I look forward to actually get going with this story. I was so excited when I first saw the whole fudging movie, so excited I could not stop thinking about it and I am going next Saturday again. Yes 3 So with my mind full of stories it decided to give me an idea at 3AM. (That's when I am thinking about this shit)

With all my heart I seriously hope I don't end up writing Bane too OC. (Going to happen anyway mark my words D:).

So see me tomorrow or when I feel like writing, (probably going to happen soon, hehehe), with Chapter One. Feel free to leave reviews and comments regarding my first fanfic, I can use some tips (: