Hey guys. This is only my second story so don't hate on me to much. Also if you have any critiques please review. I will try to update this as fast as I can, it does take me some time to write. On the plus side, I have the whole story plotted out.
I don't own anything.
Darkness, that's where it always begins; darkness and running. I don't know why I am running. Probably to find some light; but that seems impossible in all this darkness. Darkness, it feels cold. Is there any hope for light to save me from this void? Then I see it, a little light. It looks like a hawk or is it a cat. It's to far away to tell. Just as I get closer it runs off and I go chasing it again. I can't loose the little light of hope that I have just found.
Then out of nowhere seven red lights appear around me. They are small at first. Then they start to grow bigger and bigger into shapes of all different sizes. They start to close in. I can't escape. They start to claw and tear at me. I scream but nothing comes out. I am silent. My vision starts to go and the red lights start to fade. Am I dying? No, I will not give up, I will not. I will…
