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Fight for Life : Prologue
A blood red and ink black sky, hell’s denizen-like shadows slinking across the ground. On the rocks beneath my feet rests dry brown-black streaks mixed with dark sticky stains. Blood. A stick snaps behind me. I whirl around and see fiery gold, blood shot eyes stalking my every move. I run now. I run to escape the eyes, the shadows that are chasing me, I run to escape this living hell. Where are they?! They were supposed to meet me here in this forsaken land. Have they abandoned me? Left me in this place to die? Two shadows appear beside me. I jumped ahead and spin around. I am prepared for anything now. I have nothing left to lose. Two monstrous black wolves forge towards me. I draw my sword. I will fight to the death.
One lunges. I slash at its side. I feel the warmth of its blood spray against my face. I have no time to think, only to act. The next one is coming. I turn to meet it and lose my footing. The beast crashes into me and we fall to the ground, a flurry of teeth and steel. My blade seems like it has a mind of its own. I regain my footing as they both charge. I flow from form to form now, the blade an extension of myself. The wolves match me move for move. It’s like art, a complicated dance, a dance of death. I take one out with a blow to its neck. It’s only a matter of time now as the remaining wolf and I are tiring. Which of us will slip up?
I have no time to lose. My strength is leaving me. I lunge. The wolf also goes for the kill. Once again we met with a clash. Its long, blood stained yellow fangs sink into my side. I feel my blade slip into my enemies flesh. We break apart. The wolf looks at me with blood lust in its eyes. I stagger from the gaping wound in my side. The wolf takes a step forward, and falls. I am the victor, but how much time do I have left to enjoy my hard won satisfaction?
I see two more figures dashing across this stained land. What is coming for me now? The light is fading from my eyes, and my head feels like its floating. I will make my last stand here. I know my time in this land is short. I prepare to make a feeble attempt at survival. The two figures approach slowly now. The blurred figures come into focus for a second. Just long enough for me to see them clearly. I almost faint from relief.
I look at the two young men before me. They haven’t abandoned me. They haven’t left me in this place to die. I feel light headed. I focus on them once again. “It’s about damn time.” Then ever thing goes black.
I agree with BondGirl007, though, on the whole not-much-like-a-prologue thing. Oh, there's only one error I spotted:
