anime-na
04-15-2007, 12:45 AM
This ia a story I wrote in Year. 9 for a Writting Workshop Class... I had real fun writting it, and if you took the time to read it, I'm sure you'll have a real fun time reading it. There are (I think) 3 or 4 more Chapters, but I didn't bother posting them until I know that the intoduction is liked... So if you like the Prologue then posts me a positive (or negative) reply, if it's liked I might post the next few chapters??? Thanks, ENJOY!!!
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Prologue
Death stalked her at every corner, and every turn.
Her shoes slapped the pavement heavily as she ran with great power. She was wearing a tight red dress and a pair of black stilettos, which made her look rather upper-class. A light rain had begun to fall from the night sky; it had formed a watery mat in her neatly pinned back –dark brown- hair. The street was mostly deserted, apart from a young -mid-twenty’s- couple. The woman had long, orange hair and the man had an unusually round face. The young couple headed into a cheap looking bar.
She took a quick glimpse over her shoulder with utter terror flooding her eyes. She turned into a dark alley, which had a dim light coming from around the corner at the end of the alley.
She side stepped, backing against the alley wall, trying to make as little sound as possible, hoping she could hide from who or whatever was hunting her down. She inched beyond a pile of timber and behind a huge black dumpster. She heard a deep, yet quiet voice. She realised she would be found out, these people -or whatever animals they were- had somehow been tracking her for at least the last twenty or so minutes. The voices were slowly lingering toward her, and within a panicked second she broke into a fast sprint.
The soles of her feet were burning in agony from her shoes. She paused for only enough time to rip her shoes from her feet and to start running again, knowing every second counted. Filth gathered beneath her stockings. There was a field of broken glass that glistened before her. She came to a halt, glanced behind, dragged in a long, calm breath and leaped swiftly, landing on the balls of her feet. She let out a small cry on each bound.
The bottoms of her feet were gashed and cut. Her torn stockings were soaked with blood, and there was a trail of it following her every stagger. She walked unsteadily around the corner; the dim light at the end of the alley began to flicker. The light blacked out, flickered once more and then became steady. She spotted a door at the end of the alley, which she figured was most likely the backdoor of a bar. She took a few painful steps towards it and began hammering on the door heavily.
“Help, somebody, anyone, please help me!” She cried out pleadingly. Faint footsteps sounded inside the building.
“Hello, is somebody there?” She said in a small voice, unable to shout in fear. A small “Flick” noise came from within the building, and the globe above her head exploded. She hastily crouched and shielded her face from the glass that fell, her wounds amounting up to a few minor scratches on her forearms.
She heard the crunch of glass beneath approaching feet. She slid up against the building door awkwardly to face whatever was coming. Two dark figures lurked out from around the corner. Their milky-white eyes glazed in the pure darkness.
“Why run? You know we’ll always be right behind you.” The man figure said in a husky and almost low growl type of tone.
To be continued...
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Prologue
Death stalked her at every corner, and every turn.
Her shoes slapped the pavement heavily as she ran with great power. She was wearing a tight red dress and a pair of black stilettos, which made her look rather upper-class. A light rain had begun to fall from the night sky; it had formed a watery mat in her neatly pinned back –dark brown- hair. The street was mostly deserted, apart from a young -mid-twenty’s- couple. The woman had long, orange hair and the man had an unusually round face. The young couple headed into a cheap looking bar.
She took a quick glimpse over her shoulder with utter terror flooding her eyes. She turned into a dark alley, which had a dim light coming from around the corner at the end of the alley.
She side stepped, backing against the alley wall, trying to make as little sound as possible, hoping she could hide from who or whatever was hunting her down. She inched beyond a pile of timber and behind a huge black dumpster. She heard a deep, yet quiet voice. She realised she would be found out, these people -or whatever animals they were- had somehow been tracking her for at least the last twenty or so minutes. The voices were slowly lingering toward her, and within a panicked second she broke into a fast sprint.
The soles of her feet were burning in agony from her shoes. She paused for only enough time to rip her shoes from her feet and to start running again, knowing every second counted. Filth gathered beneath her stockings. There was a field of broken glass that glistened before her. She came to a halt, glanced behind, dragged in a long, calm breath and leaped swiftly, landing on the balls of her feet. She let out a small cry on each bound.
The bottoms of her feet were gashed and cut. Her torn stockings were soaked with blood, and there was a trail of it following her every stagger. She walked unsteadily around the corner; the dim light at the end of the alley began to flicker. The light blacked out, flickered once more and then became steady. She spotted a door at the end of the alley, which she figured was most likely the backdoor of a bar. She took a few painful steps towards it and began hammering on the door heavily.
“Help, somebody, anyone, please help me!” She cried out pleadingly. Faint footsteps sounded inside the building.
“Hello, is somebody there?” She said in a small voice, unable to shout in fear. A small “Flick” noise came from within the building, and the globe above her head exploded. She hastily crouched and shielded her face from the glass that fell, her wounds amounting up to a few minor scratches on her forearms.
She heard the crunch of glass beneath approaching feet. She slid up against the building door awkwardly to face whatever was coming. Two dark figures lurked out from around the corner. Their milky-white eyes glazed in the pure darkness.
“Why run? You know we’ll always be right behind you.” The man figure said in a husky and almost low growl type of tone.
To be continued...