Vision

Prologue

Prologue:

The Escape

She clutches the gun wearily in her trembling hands. Fresh blood trickles over her cold, stiff body. Her life on the line, she rushes over to an old ladder that was terribly rusted from years of being exposed to the earth’s natural elements.

She hops onto the ladder right away, not even noticing the thousands of tiny spikes on the steps of the ladder. She shrieks out in pain and notices that her fingers have started to bleed.

She welcomes the agony as her foes are still hot on her trail. How long would it be until her enemies caught up with her? How much time did she have left? She couldn’t take that risk!

She just had to keep on climbing. Until…she reached…the end…of…of the ladder. She makes it, her fingers still intact, barely, though the skin has started to peel off. She won’t give up all hope now. She can’t. Not when she is so close. Never.

 She tries to stay calm as she climbs over the fence in this awful stadium. Blood seeps over her hands as she cries, softly. Once she reaches the other side of the fence, the blood on her hands causes her to slip and fall.

She cries out in pain and is terrified with the idea that she might have broken her leg. How can she ever hope to get away now?

“Oh, God, please help,” she quietly prays.                         

Of all people why does it have to be her? She was trying to live an honest life and get off the drugs. She was going to stop drinking and sleeping around.

She would stop it all if God would just…if he would just… Oh, no! Flashlights. She can see flashlights and she can’t run because her leg is broken and she doesn’t know where to go. She doesn’t know what to do.

She pulls the 45 Defender’s soft trigger because she is too weak to shoot without it. If she dies tonight then she wants it to be fast, to be over quickly. She doesn’t want it to be a slow and painful death. No, she won’t. She’ll just have to protect herself. She’ll just-

Cold, bony, slimy hands grab her by her throat and start to strangle her as a monstrous creature appears from the dark black of the night. The disgusting thing lets out an eerie sound that she suspects is the creature’s version of a ‘laugh.’ The sound is deafening and is like nothing she’s ever heard in her entire life. It is like that of a wailing spirit, a raptor, a demon.

In a hellish voice, the creature says, “You’ve sold your life to the devil? Prepare to go to hell.”

The creature grabs onto her arm roughly, its claws digging into her skin and it won’t stop stabbing her. His claws are like swords that have been sharpened for battle. They are like stakes driving through her skin. They pierce her flesh more and more deeply.

The monstrosity slits her stomach as to spill her guts but she won’t die and wants her pain to end. She wishes it could all be over. The monster gives her what she thinks is a scowl as it bares its fangs at her. She can see its sharpened, yellow teeth with pieces of rotting flesh in between them. Its breath smells like blood.

In anguish and frustration, the demon growls, “No! It’s not possible. You should be dead!”

But, no. No, she isn’t dead. She is alive and well. Somehow, by some miracle, she is still alive.

The creature suddenly drops her and makes another unearthly sound that is like a cross between the cry of a whale and the howl of a wolf. To her it seems as if the nasty thing is in pain. The demon suddenly runs away. It runs faster than anyone or anything she has ever seen.

What now? She thinks.

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