Fallen

Beginning

He was running.

Crashing through the brush, the branches slicing cuts into his delicate skin as he fled.

He was barefoot and only wearing a t-shirt and underwear but it didn't faze him as he ran, his ankle screaming horrifically below him.

Something crashed through the woods behind him as he pelted on through the night, dodging left and right to avoid trees and boulders, ducking and jumping to avoid fallen logs and streams.

His heart fell as he skidded to a stop in in front of a sheer rocky cliff, and made up run along the length of it, but was cut off by a low growl to his left. He turned right but skidded to a stop in front of a massive black hound, his red eyes glaring, it's white teeth bared in a snarl.

The man backed up then, terrified as he was boxed in on all sides, three huge dogs and the cliff. His back hit the rock and he whimpered, closing his eyes and hoping beyond hope someone would save him.

One of the dogs stepped forward and he fell, his ankle finally having given out, landing on his butt in the soft pile of autumn leaves. He begins to hyperventilate as the middle dog continues forwards, on its path towards him, the other two proceeding slower.

The dog leapt forwards.

The man screamed, but the dog had noticed something and had cast its head upwards, its two companions copying its movements.

Then a man dropped out of the air, landing on his feet, crouching, one hand down to balance himself. Lightning flashes and the man could of sworn he seen huge wings spread behind the newcomer.

The dogs all back up, fearful as the man slowly rises to his full height, lightning flashing once more as a sharp flapping sound emanates.

The dogs all scurry off into the darkness of the forest, and the new man turns, eyeing the human through glowing, starling green eyes.

Then, the man passes out, slumping sideways into the dewy grass, his eyes fluttering shut.