Prologue
This is the story of how my life flashed before my eyes. This is the story of the darkened streets of London. This is the story of how I nearly died. This horrific tale began following the events that lead to a man, whom cannot be identified by even the greatest of investigators, being brutally mauled and savagely devoured alive.
A cheery, bright eyed man was joyfully strolling down the damp, blackened cobblestone alleys on the suburbs of London, whistling to himself as he thought about his young daughter, whose birthday lie on the next day, unaffected by his bleak surroundings, nor dismayed about his dreadfully boring day at work, for he was venturing to the local shops to buy the necessities for her party, which she had been looking forward to for months.
Just as he was approaching the corner of his street he scarcely noticed a faint scuttling noise emanating from one of the nearby alley ways, but he was unable to recognize it, and so thought nothing of it, carrying on as before. Although he could still hear the sound, even after traveling some distance away from the alleys. It grew, louder and louder, constantly there, digging away at him, whilst fuelling his curiosity, until it was loud enough that he finally decided to find out for himself, just what was making the noise.
Upon entering the alley, an untimely sight met the corner of his eye, and he had turned to get a better view of it. What he saw was beyond any horrors he had seen before. What lay before him was something far more gruesome, far more grotesque, and far more colossal than any terror that anyone of this age has seen, something only imaginable in fiction. Its sharp glare which pierced deep into his eyes like a hardened blade of steel slicing its way through soft flesh.
For a while he was paralyzed by fear, and the shock of seeing such a sight, before finally breaking from his invisible bonds formed by his scarred mind, he turned and ran, attempting to flee the scene. He was in such a state that he failed to notice what was in front of him, and he stumbled over it falling to his knees. He tried to get back up, but before he could something struck him, knocking him out cold.
When he finally came to, his mind was reeling from what had happened. He looked at his surroundings. He noticed that something, or someone, had moved him somewhere damp. With a bone biting chill his attention quickly turned to the heart stopping pain that was coming from his hand.
As he looked at the monster gnawing at his hand he saw, to his horror, that it was a rat, but it couldn't be, it was too big, its hind legs a towering two feet above the ground, its front legs a foot above the ground, it had thick black fur with patches of blood staining it. Its tail, why its tail had to be a meter long, the rat itself tail included was a meter and a half. Its claws covered in blood and as pointy as pins, teeth as sharp as knives, its eyes yellow, evil looking, demon like, like nothing in existence could over power it. He swore under his breath as he wondered how this manner of creature could exist.
He started screaming with pain as the satanic creature bit its way further and further into his flesh coating his hand, with a cry of blood-lust he seized the rat, if you could even call it a rat, by its tail and pulled. He pulled with all his strength only blood-lust powering him, until finally the rat let go, but the rats front teeth were so sharp, so powerful, it ripped off a finger, blood coating its impressive row of sharp teeth.
The man, now half horrified half impressed at the fact that a rat could have the power and strength to bite off a fully grown man's finger, started to run again, this time ignoring the invisible bonds his mind was trying to form around him, he was driven only by fear, blood dripping from his hand in puddles increasing his fear, he could hear the rat behind him, and could have sworn he heard more, he didn't care, he was too scared to look, all he wanted was to get back to the warmth and comfort of his home where he knew he would be safe. Fear had taken over; he didn't realize he had run into the center of a group of these monstrous rats.
Once again he was paralyzed by fear, his eyes wide in shock. He swore out loud. He starred at the rats, they starred back, not moving, not making any sign of strain, like they were waiting for him to start running. It was then he got the shock of his life. He heard a bloodthirsty roar and all the rats turned to look, he could see something moving closer and closer in the clearing but it was too dark to see. It moved ever closer, all the rats edging out of the way as it went, this he supposed was their leader.
It finally came into view and his face drained of colour, the manner of beast that stood before him was nothing of this world. It was like the other rats but more hideous, it was at least 2 meters long with magnificent white fur, what lay above its neck is what defies it from the rest, gave it a deformity but yet it remained dominant. What lay above its neck was two heads, two heads which gave it its menacing look. Two sets of evil red eyes and two pairs of razor sharp teeth. He now saw why this thing was the rats' leader.
The rat, he assumed that's what the leader was, roared at the other rats, who seemed to know what the leader wanted because they all swarmed in for the kill. Vision blurring, chunks getting ripped out of him he muttered "I'm sorry" as he thought of Kasey his daughter who would be 6 years old the next day. The thought of her waking up to find her daddy dead killed him inside, but he was already dead for the rats had eaten their way to his heart. The leader rat moved over to his dead body, its bloated body slowing it down. The rats' two heads ate his heart enjoying its sustenance. The rats had remembered the taste of something that they had not tasted for several years... The rats had remembered the taste of human flesh.