Prologue
A/N: Hey guys! So, I guess that this is my first fanfiction that I'm writing and I hope that if all goes well, I can continue writing more stories after chapter one. I may not be able to update it 24/7 (obviously) but I will try my best! Thank you very much for giving my story a chance and if there's any comment that you want to say then please do so. Please critic my work if you want to. I want to hear opinions! Bear with me!
~KanameMojima~
The loud pounding of her small heart and the high pitched screeches of the creatures at her heels are the only things that the girl can hear as she runs as fast as her short legs will allow her to, in the pitch black veil of the night under the dense forest canopy.
She doesn't dare look back behind her in fear of looking at the beasts' gruesome appearance; Arms that end in deadly scythes, long, wiry legs, and razor-sharp fangs dripping with the blood of their earlier victims. But the worst are the eyes of the hideous abominations. Those terrifying, glowing red eyes that feel as if they pierce through your heart and bore into your soul with one glance.
It begins to pour rain, getting harder as the minutes tick by, slowing the girl down even more. The poor child struggles to breath as takes gasps of cold, sticky, humid air. She pumps her small legs as hard and as fast as she can. She can barely see through the thick sheets of rain and her long straggly brown hair as it sticks to her face and in her mouth, soaked from rain and sweat.
The child yelps as one of the brutes reached out and cut the back of her right leg with one of its scythe arms, causing her to lose her balance and fall to the wet earth. She fails miserably as she tries to stand and run again as she slips on the mud and falls to the ground once more, too exhausted from running for so long. She clutches her leg as blood quickly gushes out from the open wound.
The girl's eyes widen in terror as she sees the monsters approach her at alarming speeds and prepare for the final kill, their dreadful eyes filled with blood lust. She closes her own tightly and gives a pitiful cry as they raise their arms to strike.
The last thing that she recalls is the loud, bloodcurdling cry as the flash of a dark, yet bright light before slipping away into the somber depths of unconsciousness.
The flash of black flames.
A/N: Phew, man! Exciting, huh? At least I thought so. I don't know about you guys, though. Well, on to chapter one!
