"Run" was the last word I heard my mother utter from her lips. I stared at her as the hand that was reaching out to me fell limp. Her beautiful Hazel eyes turning a Blood Red, as the monsters surrounding her slowly stopped their ritual. The ritual of a guard turning to a demon. I saw her stand up, knife in hand charging at me. So I did what my instincts told me, I ran. Ran from my own mother.
