Clan Pack-Prolouge

It was cold outside in the dark and damp woods of Dyhills.  The hills seemed like the shoulders of a giant demon, looming over the forest as if waiting for something or someone to appear.  The water, which would shine in the bright sunlight through the thick oak trees seem like tar.  Nella walked through the wet mud, a flash light in one hand, a book in the other.  She shivered as a gust of wind blew right past her, her long black hair flowing in the breeze as she reached her favorite stump.  The stump that had been there for decades was her place to sit and rest her feet, or read her favorite graphic novel “Dusk” a story about a private investigator who with the help of spirits, would solve cases. Nella never considered herself to be “Goth” yet everyone else at Oak High school did.  She thought of herself as passionately found of demons, ghost, vampires, werewolves, and the color black.  She buttoned up her thick black coat as she sat down.  To her surprise, the stump was dry, which made it easier for her to sit and read.  She held her flash light at the colorful pages of the graphic novel and began to read.  As Nella slowly read each panel twice, a twig snapped behind her.  Nella looked up quick, any faster and her head would have popped off, to look around.  It was too dark, even with her flash light, to see anything.  She shook her head and began to read once more, acting as if nothing happened.  Her neck slowly became warm as she read on through the night.  The hair on Nellas neck stood straight up as she sat there.  She gulped slowly and turned around as fast as she could, sending her flying off the stump.  Her flash light turned off as she laid there in the mud, cold and in pain.  Twigs snapped around in the trees as she slowly sat up.  Her heart nearly burst through her chest when the sound of a strange moan reached her ears.  Footsteps could be heard through the mud, and they were coming right at her.  He backed herself on to a tree and sat there, shaking in fear.  She couldn’t see her nose, let alone anything in front of her.  The movement stopped. Everything became quiet, as if the sound was suddenly turned off.  Nella moved her hair out of her eye sight, as if that could help being that it was so dark.  An insane roar was thrown directly at Nella, causing her to scream.  Her throat was dry as she sat there, her arms covering her face as she continued to scream.  Another roar came from behind her.  Nella felt the ground shake as something large ran right past her, its heavy feet hitting the ground hard.  The roars became louder as trees snapped in half all around her, one nearly crushing her to death.  She rolled over and got up, running blind through the night.  She tripped and fell, hitting her head on something hard.  She rolled over and lay on her back.  Nellas eyes squinted from a bright light shining above her head.  It was her flash light.  There was something on the lens of the flash light, something red.  Blood had found its way on her flash light.  She thought for a second that it may have been hers, she felt around her face looking for a wound or a scar.  Heavy breathing came from behind her as she checked herself.  She sat there, her muscles tense, her lungs losing what little air they had left in them.  It was right next to her, inches away.  She closed her eyes and bit her lip, blood coming from her mouth.  She opened her eyes and looked at the flash light.  A sound scared the life out of her that night.  The sound of her flash light being turned off by someone or something, but surely…not her.
To be continued.