Teeth and Claws - Prologue

Run.

It was the first and only thought playing in his mind. He wanted nothing more but to escape this place, this forest. He knew it was evil...the villagers had told him, but foolhardy as he was, he took no heed.

Not before he saw those...things. Dark shapes that move like fluid in the tress, striking with an uncanny blend of finesse and feriocity. One by one he saw his fellow hunters fall prey to these creatures. They were all literally torn, each of one them died with similiar screams of pain cut short, and a ripping sound of tearing wet paper ensued.

To say blood was spilled would be an understatement. He hadn\'t seen so much blood before in his life, and he was a veteran hunter. It was splattered everywhere, on his clothes. His friends\' blood. From people he had just been talking to. People he just had dinner with. Joey. Carlson.

Screams for help. He saw Isaac being gutted, a solid furred...hand through his mouth. The sides of Isaac\'s mouth had split, his eyes in shock, there was nothing to scream for.

He had to run. Get out of here. Anywhere else was better.

Then another one of those things jumped in front of him. He yelped and staggered several steps back before falling on his backside. In the dim fading campfire he had a full view of his soon-to-be attacker. Two bright, feral eyes reflecting the moonlight. It\'s mouth curl into a sadistic smile, and snarled, revealing bloodied teeth.

It was the end. He knew it. So this is how it ends...

Then someone jumped -

- a flash of brown-

- the thing fell, roaring. He got up instinctively, and ran, turning only see Edwins trying a pathetic punch on it\'s chest. He increased his paced. There was sound of flesh and fibre ripping, a scream, then a loud crunch - silence.

He was in amongst the trees now, a sea of tall silent sentinels. He heard his own erratic footsteps, his heavy breathing and felt more pespiration down his forehead. His hair was matted, his clothes wet with red. Turning to his side he saw many other shapes, moving in the darkness, sliding in and out of view.

They were too fucking fast.

He reached for his side arm, a Colt revolver he kept. It was a birthday present, and his lucky charm. It\'d work. The Colt never failed him. He would need all it\'s lucky now.

crash

A tree fell in front of him. \"Shitdammit!\"

He tried to jump over it. He was successful, moving in the air above the giant log - right into the hands of the beast. He whipped his revolver and fired. It was deafening, and immediately after came a roar. A dark red flower of flesh appeared on the monster\'s chest. It loosened its gripped and collasped to the ground.

\"Take that you bastard.\"

He turned -

- saw another. Whip. His neck opened with a quick slice. His head fell backwards, pulling his entire body with it. He only had enough time to see the glowing wild eyes again before another swipe came down onto his face.