Ambaaaaa!!!!!! She could hear the screaming voice of her friend Mali shouting her name growing increasingly faint as she sped down the steep slope into the waiting darkness. She was in shock but could still feel the trees and bushes eating away at her bruised body as gravity continued its pull on her. She instinctively reached out for something, anything that would at least slow her descent into the unknown bottom, if the darkness had an end.
A dampened thud signalled the end of her descent and she blacked out instantaneously. The end had come, or so she hoped, she had never longed for death more than she did on this day. After what seemed like an eternity of blissful oblivion, she regained consciousness and was immediately aware of the searing pain in her left leg. The rest of her body was also wounded and bloody especially a hideous gash on her right cheek, but the pain in her leg far overshadowed any other sensation she felt at that moment.
She took some time to adjust to the thick darkness that enveloped her and slowly started to notice shapes…and that’s when she noticed a familiar shape….the shape of a human hand reaching out to her, to her head. The hand reached out and caught her by the hair, and started dragging her deeper and deeper into the darkness as she screamed wildly and hopelessly fought against the strength of a seemingly undefeatable foe. She recognized the hand very well, for it was the hand of the creature she herself had created, the hand of her greatest enemy….
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