Beginning of the End | Laven

Prologue

"Get him!"

Allen looked forward as he ran; his breath broken into pants. Running through the freezing snow, his feet were already beginning to turn blue. He cursed under his breath. He could still hear the heavy foot steps of the men chasing him. He dared to glance back. They stopped chasing him. Confused, he slowed down , not fully stopping, but enough to give his aching legs somewhat of a break. Then, he heard it. A shot rang through the air. Suddenly Allen felt something trickle down his left arm. He slowly looked at his left shoulder and saw the blood going through a hole in his shirt. Lost in his thoughts, not feeling the aftermath of the shot, not acknowledging the fact that he was losing blood. His curiosity had him set in a trap and he tried to move his arm. A sharp pain spread throughout his shoulder. Allen bit his lip to hold back a scream of agony.

Just as he was about to continue running, he felt something tightly grasp onto his right shoulder. Soon, Allen found himself being thrown down on the snow covered ground. He yelped at the pain he felt on impact. Hearing someone mutter something Allen looked up, bleary eyed, only to see a fist coming towards him.

And with that Allen fell unconscious.