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Chapter one.

Ok so I'm running like a bat out of hell out of the club. I mean so fast I think my feet are gonna catch fire or at least turn into mush. Those things, those creatures are chasing me. Following my every turn as if they were hunting, and I am their prey. Meat for a very hungry beast.

They look like something out of one of those horror stories my Uncle Giles used to tell me. I thought they were just some old man's delusions, but here they are chasing me down. But why me, what have I done to incur such a wrath? Such hatred from some thing I never thought could never have existed?

I was lucky to have noticed those disfigured monsters, before my head became a little too friendly with the floor. But sadly Sarah was not so lucky. I was lucky to have ducked so soon if only she had noticed too, maybe it would have been both of us running for our lives instead of just me.

I've been running for so long now, I feel like my energy has been sapped away. Have I lost those freaks yet? Are they still running? Still chasing me? Are they so persistent in killing me? Am I gonna die tonight or by some miracle survive this horrific ordeal? I hope it's the latter because at 17 I'm way too young to die right now.

Wait? What's that in front of me? Is it what I think it is? I think it might be! My favourite kind of weapon, a nice sharp metal bar, and I can feel the smile on my face right now. I'm not gonna run any more, if I'm gonna die tonight those mother fuckers are coming with me one way or the other.

I stop running and turn round, I own the alley way. The only way they can get me is if they come through the front. My left and right sides are walls, the back a metal barred gate. I hold the bar steady in my hand, ready to swing. Lucky I spent all those summer with Uncle Giles, least now I know how to defend myself against these demons from whatever pit of hell they came from.

I lift my head high and shout into the night "If you want me you sons of bitches, come and get me!"

I see them slither in to the night, stopping just out of reach of the bar. I count them, there's four maybe five at most. Each one uglier then the next, their faces disfigured as if 

someone had taken a knife and made an immature attempt at cosmetic surgery. Their eyes ripped out of the sockets, and then sown back up again with a sharpened knitting needles, the hands that held the cruel carved cutlasses that slashed off my poor friend's head were mutilated and bloodied with fresh scars.

I still stood tall, weapon ready in my hand, ready to fight. I moved into position, my arms swinging the bar round, picking up momentum to destroy those that dared to strike me. I was afraid that I might die, but I would not let these things know that they had caused me to feel this emotion.

Suddenly silence surrounded me, the air stilled as if time froze; I knew in my bones that something was going to happen. They pounced as one, and I moved with the skill and quickness that I never knew I possessed. Swinging my weapon as if it was a sacred sword, smashing in their skulls, breaking their brains into pieces feeling my newly found strength to destroy those that dared to snuff out my existence; no one was taking me down not without one hell of a fight on their hands.

The fight felt like it lasted forever, when in reality it barely lasted 20 minutes. I looked around me, the floor was littered with the inhumane things with their blood pooling around me. One thing was certain I needed to have a chat with Uncle G.