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There I was staring death in the eye's and I knew then I wasn't getting out alive. The figure towered above me. I felt cold and I knew I was badly injured. There was silence except for the cold chilling wind carrying the whisper of death. I was scared and it had to be a dream I have never been scared in my life. "God help me." I silently uttered as the figure raised it's hand's again holding a long metal poll. 'A bat.' The voice in my head said. There was the whistle of wind followed by a crack then more silence. This isn't what I wanted but I had to accept what I had. It was another cold winter day the snow was still falling but my house had been painted a clumpy red. The sound of an owl echoed out and it was over. I closed my eye's silently my last sight was the still falling snow.

(I don't know if I should keep writing though this isn't really a chapter just a simple short Pro louge.)