In the Darkness we hold fear, for the creatures of night are growing near.  They are the figures that invade our dreams, the cause of our bone-chilling silent screams.  They drag us down into the depths unknown, to tear our flesh and devour our bone.  However, there is a creature above them all, that will steal your soul and crush your skull.  It will drown the earth in a crimson flood, so beware the beast with the devil’s blood.

                In a gentle city, one winter’s night, a small layer of snow lay upon the ground.  No clouds in the sky allow the moon to cast its eerie glow upon the building below.  A somber night, where nothing stirs, even the nocturnal do not roam this peaceful winter’s night.  However, the silence is soon disturbed by the echo of footsteps pounding against the pavement.

                A man runs in the darkness, with the moon being his only source of light.  He runs, gasping for air, screaming an empty sound.  He continuously glances over his shoulder, desperately trying to get away from an unknown enemy.  His brow is drenched in a mixture of sweat and blood.

Once more he glances back, only to find, but darkness following him.  He slows down his pace, lets out a sigh of relief, and wipes blood off his brow.

He glances down at his hand.  It is stained crimson.  He sees some blood is dripping onto his hand.  He wipes his forehead again, before he realizing the blood dripped from somewhere above him. He looks up.

His pursuer falls from the rooftops down on him.  Flesh is torn from his arm.  He cries out in pain, but the crisp air muffles his cry of agony.  He tries to run again, staggers, and he slips on the thin layer of snow and falls to the ground. 

He attempts to crawl, but his pursuer grips onto his leg and pulls him back.  He struggles and flails attempting to flee.  His pursuer picks the man up by the back of his shirt and wraps an arm around his chest.  Numb from shock, the man struggles to turn his neck to gaze into the face of his pursuer.  His eyes widen in terror.