Black Roses

Prolog

That night was frigid; it was meant to be a typical winter night. You were going to warm up in an abandoned house, as is customary, but you're here instead. You're running for your life in the middle of a cold night. What exactly did you do wrong? You're at a loss for words. Maybe you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Perhaps it was your entire existence that this cruel world could not tolerate.

The passage of time is slower than you would like. You can't tell if it's been hours or just a few minutes. You have the impression that you have been going around in circles the entire time. With the warmth of your body slowly leaving your body with each breath and the bitter cold air filling your lungs, your predator is still on the hunt, like a wolf stalking to its prey. Your predator seems to be getting closer and closer no matter how fast you run. He laughs maniacally with each step you took as though he mocking you.

"Gottcha," he said mockingly, and then there was a loud bang deep in the silent night, sending your leg limp with the sensation of warm liquid and intense pain. You resist with everything you have as you fall to the soft thicken snow with a thud, only to feel your captor keeping you in position while turning you over to see you more clearly. Soon enough you could feel your consciousness slipped away with the winter breeze, and the last thing you seeing was a pair of blazing azure eyes staring at you with a malicious smile.