The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
Claws in the Dark
The dark forest was silent save for the heavy panting of the ape-like monsters. Its claws glistened red in the starlight, dripping with the blood of the deer at its feet. Shadows pooled around its muscled body, drawn toward it as though attracted by its ferocious killing intent.
I took a sharp breath as it took a step forward, its ten-foot bulk shaking the ground. My tail stiffened in fear, but retreat was impossible. I could still make out the faint rustling of small feet in the forest behind me, accompanied by Sari's occasional sob. Every second I delayed was another second closer to their freedom. Perhaps here, at the very end, my life would have some meaning.
Even as it loomed over me, the monster tilted its head, as though wondering why I didn't run. It seemed to shrug and reached out a claw, the tip slowly drawing toward my heart. I watched it, mesmerized by the cruel reality of the beast until it was mere inches from my chest.