okay, this isn't one of my best pieces, but I'm considering using it at the beginning of a new story, so i need a lot of reviews (p.s.-this is my first post)
so...here it goes...
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The cirrus-streaked sky darkened as a thick haze rose from the bloody ground. A single man stood alone on the battlefield that was flooded with carnage. His sword sunk into the mud as he dropped it from his side. The man tilted his head upward and crashed to his knees. A low moan escaped his mouth as he touched his forehead to the ground...
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A gunshot pierced the silence of the forest. Petro dropped out of his sprint and onto his stomach as a bullet struck the tree in front of him. He shook his head, temporarily dismissing the memory of his dream and got up, heart pounding, mind racing.
More bullets were fired at him. He covered his head with his arms and took off again. A searing pain suddenly erupted in his shoulder. He stopped immediately and tenderly felt that area. Blood instantly covered his hand. Petro recoiled his arm as merciless stinging took over his body.
He heard shouts from about thirty yards away and started running once more. A single shot was fired after him. He felt the heat from it as it whizzed past his ear. He kept his rapid pace, but reached up to touch his ear, making sure not to use his injured shoulder at all. More blood. The bullet had just caught the bottom of his earlobe.
Petro swore furiously and tried to ignore it. To ignore everything and focus on escaping. To ignore the extreme pain in his shoulder. To ignore the blood that was soaking his entire shirt. To ignore the fact that his whole left arm was completely useless. To ignore the blood dripping from his ear...To ignore...The log that he had just tripped over--sending him sprawling to the ground.
Something jumped onto his back--pinning him into the dirt. His head hit a large rock and everything went black.
Whoever--or more so--whatever had been chasing him, finally had him: no way to ignore it.
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