Disclaimer: I do not own Ghost Hunt nor any of the characters- I just like to make them do random things for my own amusement.
With that being said, this is my first fanfiction so criticism is more than welcomed. Thanks.
Rated M for: gore, violent scenes, possible lemons in future chapters, and swearing.
Prolouge
Story: A Life Worth Sacrificing
She was bleeding- covered in cuts from getting thrown around, snagged on branches from the large decrepit willow tree beside the shed and the rose garden right by the pond. A two story white house stood mockingly innocent in the background. Blue shutters whipped about by the harsh wind while the wooden swing twisted violently tangling itself around the trunk of the pine tree near the houses blue porch. Her hands were shaking, her breathing coming out in loud pants. The spirit, no, the deamon in front of her was laughing- watching her with mirth as she tried to push herself off the ground. Her small white hands groped the wound on her side, gritting her teeth she whimpered at the searing pain that traveled down the right side of her body. She was loosing too much blood- she knew if she didn't end it here she would be lying in a puddle of her own blood by tonight. Her friends lifeless bodies sprawled around her, their faces distorted in pain- the last feeling they had before their deaths. Naru's glazed eyes wide in panic, Lin's full of pain and suffering. They had been the last to die. First was Ayako, then Monk, Yasu, Masako, John, Madoka, Naru and then Lin. Lin's was the worse to watch- as his limbs were torn off one by one. She wanted to give up- she couldn't keep going, but that's what everyone would have wanted her to do.
The deamon laughed hysterically, knowing he had won- had his sacrifices. Walking up to her pathetic form his clawed hands shot forward and wrapped around her slender neck. Tightening his hold he pulled her closer to his face. Her bloody hands rising to pry the monster's hands away from her torn throat, her nails clawing at the things wrists. Trying desperately to breath, her world was tunneling. Everything was getting blotchy and right before everything turned black the deamon whispered- his breath smelling of death and decay, "You can't fight what you are, silly girl. You were born to die, to be killed by my hands. The moment you walked in to this house you were destined to die. To become my next sacrifice."
Mai's vision flashed green.