Prologue: One and a Half Years
Welcome. After almost a full year after the Hate, here comes the Passion. I hope that my writing has improved over this year and that it shows here. Please enjoy.
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"The fox is the key."
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Wingbeats...
He had to keep running...
"C-" He couldn't even say her name.
So much blood...
He choked on his own. The name gargled in his throat.
"C-"
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That traitor!
"Bastard! I'll make you suffer!"
A shriek, and the beat of leathery wings.
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"C-"
"God, I'm so sorry."
Laughter. Mirthless and sorrowful.
More wingbeats sounded behind, closer now.
Wingswings... feet?!
A snarl, then a flash of claws.
Jaws clamped on his shoulder and he laughed.
Arms and legs hooked around him like vices. He lost his balance and fell to the floor with a primal growl.
He slammed his elbows into flesh, cracked bones. He bucked and squirmed and growled. His opponent held fast.
Wings!
More claws now. Leathery membranes.
Their fury unleashed, they tore into him.
They bit, he scratched.
They hissed, he roared.
A second set of wingbeats came, more terrible than the last.
Madness. An unitelligible whirlwind of fury and bloodshed.
So much blood...
His legs were bound, next his arms.
Through the blood haze he felt the bites.
Again and again and again. The fangs tore flesh and scissored muscle.
Bleeding.
Crying.
Laughing.
An iron grip caught his neck and the red faded to black.
Claws sunk into his chest and carved.
A horrible shriek. "I did this to you! I did!"
Shattering glass.
Bleeding and crying...
Falling and laughing...
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Well, there you go. The prologue to Passion for my Partner. The reason it's so erratic is becase it's from a point of view of a character here that has, and is still, losing his mind. Please review and give me your input. Carmelita and Neyla will make an appearance next chapter.