Modern Link's Shadow

Prologue

The Murder

-"The Canadian Wilderness: 2012

Modern Day Logging Camp..."

"I guess we should call it a day, Bill!" John called over to his logger friend.

"Alright. I'll see ya' tomorrow!" Bill called back, turning to walk to his cabin.

John nodded to himself and turned to walk to his truck. He glanced over to the tree they had just cut. It would probably be alright if he left it there over-night and got it tomorrow. It would be dark pretty soon, anyways. He had all day tomorrow, for sure. He continued walking towards his blue 1995 Ford Pick-up truck parked near where the tree had fallen. He picked up his chainsaw laying by it and set it down in the bed pf the Ford. He closed the back and hopped in the driver's seat. He shut the door and plugged in his keys. He turned them and the truck roared to life. He turned to radio to a soft, country melody and forced it out of neutral. He started to drive down the trail. The sky was slowly growing darker.

"Hm, when did the engine start to make noises like that?" John asked himself, looking around. The engine was sputtering and the heat was not coming on.

The engine quit.

The truck slowly drove to a stop in the middle of the trail. He cursed silently and stepped out of the truck. He walked to the front and opened the hood. The engine was clogged and covered in some sort of dark filth. By looking at it, he could tell it was not oil. He dipped a finger in it and yanked it out. The whole engine and the stuff was cold!

The leaves rustled off to the side. John snapped his head around. His eyes scanned the forest. He saw a dark figure dart to another area. His heart started to beat a bit faster. Was it Bill pulling some sort of prank? Bill was not the type, but...

"Hello? Bill, is that you?!" he called out.

The leaves rustled some more.

"Okay, Bill! What did you you do to my truck?!"

The dark figure shot behind another tree. John took a brave stepped forward an clenched his fist.

"Hello...?"

"Hi!" he heard a young voice call from the darkness. It must have come from some deep-voiced seventeen year-old.

"Who are you?" John asked wearily.

"No one in particular." the voice said back.

"Well, I'd like to know!"

"Alright."

A pitch-black arrow soared over John's head and landed on the roof of his truck. More of the black liquid seeped from the arrow. John heard a laugh. He took off running towards his cabin. He would not have time to get out his chainsaw and start it.

"Run, run as fast as you can! I'm-a coming!" the voice mocked.

As John ran, he could hear the leaves and pine rustling and crunching as the figure ran after him. He turned. He did not see the figure. He stopped and turned completely around. There was no sign of the person. Then a finger gently tapped his shoulder. It was colder than ice. He turned cautiously and gasped. A pair of blood-red eyes were staring at him. He screamed as he felt a sudden pain in his stomach. It felt like sharp, freezing metal had gone right through him. His breathing started to slow. He was scared. Then the figure pulled the sword out.

John's vision slowly started to fade. The figure was gone. Then it was all black...

A/N: I'm suffering from writer's block in all my other stories, so I'll be working on this new story while I wait to get new ideas for my others. I hope you like it!

I'm hoping especially this gives me more ideas for my other Link's Shadow story.