The Last One

Prolog

Adrianna ran down the street, heart slamming against her rib cage so hard it hurt. Her little legs burned with the fire that spread through her veins, tears streamed down her face from what she just saw.

The little girl pleaded with the man to stop, begged him to let them go and keep her. But he didn’t listen. So she sat there as he took swing after swing, the blood torrential out of their mouths and heads, so forlorn not even the greatest of men could fix them.

Although the memories haunted her, teased her about the very fact that she was alive, she still wondered about the seventh boy. He stood in the corner, never taking his sparkling hazel eyes at her. They stood out on his face, huge with the fear that curled up inside of him; dark blonde lay on his head, grabbing at the bottom of his chin. As it reached out its hand to the small pale face, he cringed from the gory sight he saw before him, a light shade of green coming to his features.

The burly man turned and came at her, the red liquid dripped down from the steel bat locked inside of his hands. Anger singed in his eyes, a forest fire lashing out into the real world, yet a trace of remorse laced in his green eyes. But the bat still reinvigorated in his palms waiting for it to be used once more, it had to be one of the most agonizing deaths she could imagine. She prayed it’d be over quick, no pain, no tears, and just sweet death grasping her away from the cruel reality they called living.

He held it high over his head, the force brutal as it hit her straight in the ribs. A crack echoed throughout the house, a wave of misery swept over her, slamming her down onto the floor.

A scream mocked hers perfectly, ear piercing and loud she stared up at him. Pain escalated over his face by the second, a sliver of silver jabbed into his back as the black handle sat on the end taunting him.

She glanced at the stabber in wonder, his face bewildered with all the wrong excitement. The only boy left stood there, a black handle snug in his grip as his eyes shrieked shock. Whispered words rolled out of his mouth as he gawked at the pretty girl for the last time. “Run,”

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my first teen fiction...im usually a fantasy writer but id figured i try this out :D comment below and tell me what you think! <3

-naomi