Beginning the Dark

Beginning the Dark Beginning the Dark

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

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The prologue of the book I am Writing

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The prologue of the book I am Writing

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Submitted: August 18, 2011

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The boy dragged in next was no more than five. His body was covered in cuts and bruised flesh, and the little finger on the right hand was broken. Even though the boy was conscious, his body hung limp between the two men that dragged him. He could not fight them; he knew that, they knew that. After all he had already tried, and already failed.

His only option was to let them drag him into darkness. The two men threw him to the floor, roughly in the centre of a large, echoing, cavern of a room. The boy got to his hands and knees, then slowly and cautiously stood up. He wiped his mouth on the back of his left hand, where blood ran new in the corner of it.

There was a rustle of clothing, then the slow steady rhythm of bare feet slapping against stone steps. Knowing the owner of those feet was coming towards him, the boy tried to back away. After two steps, he met the solid form of one of his captors, who pushed him forward forcefully into the body of another man who now stood in front of him. He jerked away from the contact, and glared at the dark silhouette with the innocent hate that only children could muster.

The man circled the boy like a predator would its prey, and like the trapped prey he was he followed the tap, tapping of the footsteps around, refusing to let the man behind him.

The sound of chains grating against stone echoed throughout the room, then the cold bite of steel encompassed the boy’s ankle and a blue light appeared behind him. The scream that erupted from the boy’s mouth was that of frustrated rage. It echoed and bounced off the wall, magnifying the noise tenfold, being replaced by the constant, frenzied motion of chains jerking with the futile attempt at escape. After a while, the boy collapsed of exhaustion, breathing heavily.

 The man touched the light to the boys exposed shoulder blade. Lights exploded behind the boy’s eyes and the strangled cry that escaped his throat was one of intense pain. Then the boy slipped into the blissful embrace of unconsciousness. Or death.


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