Prologue

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        The noises were unbearable, the laughing and screaming mixed together was worse then you could ever imagine. My group of friends and I were ambushed and captured, now in a horrific looking area with fire, bodies, and crushed bones scattered around the floor. I felt my forehead damp with sweat as humans, no, monsters pushed and stabbed at me toward a pit of fire. The pain was unbearable. But then, I lost feeling as I saw them torturing him, David, who I secretly admired. They were ripping at his hair and whipping him. I struggled trying to get over to him to save him, but it was no use. No matter what I did I could not break myself free from the hands with sharp long claws digging into my skin making me bleed.

        Right when I though things couldnt get any worse, they did. The monsterous beings dragged me in front of him leaving about ten feet between us. I then felt my eye lids being held open by one of the monsters. They started ripping at his arms and legs laughing and squealing horrific sounds. Screaming and pulling toward him I finally broke free. I didn't make it in time. Right before my eyes, not even a split second his arms were ripped off. A blood curdling scream escaped my lips as i made it toward him and held him in my arms, kneeling on the ground. I felt his life slip away just as i felt a long knife impale my body, making me slip down onto the ground next to him. Everything started to fade away, the ringing in my ears started to fade away as i started to look into nothingness. This is what death felt like. This is what hell was.

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