Caught in a spider's web

Prolouge

I look out over the blazing city and see monstrous creatures that look like hell hounds from myth, with bone white armour and spikes protruding from their backs.

They run around amongst the terrified people, killing them off, one by one, the red smoke from their eyes glowing.

"Is this what the world has come to?" I ask myself.

Of course I don't reply because I don't know the answer.

I continue to look out over the city as I pull out my weapon.

People call me the grim reaper, but I don't know why other than the reason of my scythe and black hooded cape. I kill monsters, not people, the grim reaper wouldn't judge between the two and just kill.

I'm not the grim reaper.

I jump off of my point at the top of the cathedral tower, and land in the middle of the church courtyard, and take a step towards the arched doorway, the pavement cracking away under my feet.

I chant the words "silvem crayem mos vantesphere" over in my head and black smoke starts floating from my cape, shrouding my body in dark mist, leaving my blue eyes to turn red and stand out amongst the shadows.

This caught their attention, their heads swivelling around to look at me with bloodlust.

And I send it right back.

"I am the one of the shadows, the true monster, and the one of your doom." I growl. " begone before my blade shatters whatever life you have left."

None of them moved an inch and I sighed.

"Alright," I say quietly. "It's your fault now."

I leap forward, into the crowd of creatures, and with one big swing of my scythe, and a single glint from the metal, I slice every one of them in two. They didn't know what was coming.

They were caught in my web all along.

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I stretch my arms over my head and sigh. This doesn't sound right at all, I mean, the main character almost assumes that because she's a girl, they'll just assume that she's weak, and maybe they weren't caught in her web, maybe she had been caught up in their web that whole time.

Wait, that might've been the point and I'm just missing everything. "Argh!" I shout at the computer screen. Who knew story writing was so difficult...

My thoughts begin to fade away as I look out the window at the sparkling view of the ocean and cliff side, waves crashing, almost trying to climb up the face.

Maybe I just wasn't meant to write stories that are dark and brooding.

I laugh at myself.

Maybe I should just write a love story that's all bright and happy.

Then again I don't think that that is my style either.

"I think I need some ice cream." I decide, after looking back at my computer with a dull glance.

It's the last day of school holidays, I figured I may as well at least finish this one book I'd been working on for the past few weeks anyway, but oh well. 

Maybe I shouldn't have started this particular book.