Author's Note: Songs that were listened to while writing the Prologue is: Map Of The Problematique by Muse (I am building a playlist for this story but it may be after the book.) This is the FIRST PERSON, ORIGINAL version. This has been added to gain feedback and opinion on which people prefer this prologue to be set in. First person or second. I'd like to know which in your opinion you find that works well with this prologue.
In the silent darkness my breathing was labored and my heart racing; it seemed loud in my ears, loud enough for it to be heard.
Sorrow, fear and to my disgust excitement pierced through me, the fear muffled all my other emotions and it would seem some of my actions; movements as well.
I was terrified I was alone in this dark space, not even a sliver shed of light was shed where I was but this was not why I was terrified; I was terrified because of a certain presence. Silently I wished for my presence to not be noted, I wished for a savior but I shouldn't be selfish; at least I should be grateful for the safety of anyone else but a part of my brain was searching for an escape.
I had no way of fighting as the other had strength that I lacked I would never have a fighting chance physically. I just wanted it to be all over maybe then no one would get hurt excluding me of course. My thoughts all came to a halt and vanished as I thought I heard something, my heart rate increased in response it thudded noisily in my ears, loud enough for someone to know for sure where I was; in my opinion, I had no way of knowing though.
The quiet noise seemed to get louder but then suddenly fainter after what seemed like a minute; In that minute panic started to course through me I was too helpless. I noted that it was a little too quite; surely I was not alone even if the quiet noise had gotten fainter. Suddenly pair of red eyes was visible in my line of sight and a slight smirk on the owners face as the sinister presence sauntered with slight pleasure towards me.
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed the prologue