InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Into The Darkness ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Don't own InuYasha… Because if I did people would shoot me…. Hell I would too. XP

 

Well I've started yet another story, but this one I have a feeling about. Wrote out the entire plot while at lunch today at work. I'm very excited, more so than I've been in a while. Hope you enjoy!

 

Into The Darkness

 

By Miztikal-Dragon

 

Prologue

 

Eerie blackness stole light from the giant full moon high in the starlit sky. Leaves and branches swayed dangerously from the wind, a silent screaming sound whispering deep into the woods. White snow littered the ground, days old tracks beginning to fade by the millions of newly falling ice crystals. All was quiet throughout the white, brown, and green scenery, too quiet and blue eyes searched around frantically for any signs of life.

 

Time was running out and stiff muscles ached and burned from the prolonged use. It had been days now, long and terrifying days and the enormous tribe of hibernating wolves and demons had practically been slaughtered; reducing them to less than two handfuls give or take. The scent of blood would have been intoxicating for them if it hadn't been their own, the thick scent drowning out the other smells of nature and that smell is what forced them to continue moving. If they stopped it meant certain death and this time not even the strong would be able to survive.

 

Hot white plumes of air escaped a pair of dry lips as he mentally counted the remaining members of his family. They were down to twelve not including himself and al of the elders had been ambushed first; he was the only one left who could lead the pack. They circled around him, the wolves' eyes enormous and holding back the whimpers of fear he could feel in their hearts. However, no such sounds were made, if they did the enemy would find them and this life and death game would be just about over and he wouldn't allow anymore of his pack to be destroyed by an unknown enemy.

 

“Koga,” a practically bald headed wolf demon whispered frightened into his ear. “Everyone else is dead. We can't keep running like this.”

 

Koga crouched down, kneeling in the snow trying desperately to find some kind of scent trail that would keep them safe. “Tell me something else I don't know Hakkaku.”

 

The other wolf demon shuffled from one foot to another hesitantly before swallowing the large lump growing in his throat. “K-Koga, it-it's Ayame. She's missing.”

 

Koga's breath escaped his lungs with a soft whooshing sound, his heart clenching painfully in his chest. Suddenly it was too much for him and he wanted to cry and scream because everything felt so hopeless and done in vain. His tribe was going to die. He knew there was no escape from it, he felt it deep down in his bones, but he had wanted to die in the heat of battle before Ayame. Before he could see her deep green eyes muddled over in death and his instincts screamed for him to howl his pain to the full moon, but he couldn't. He could only run like some coward just trying to bide his time, yet it was too late.

 

Clenching his fists tightly until the claws digging into his flesh cut through and dribbled bright blood into the snow Koga fought back his tears, his fangs biting painfully into his lip. He couldn't afford to let himself cry and grieve for her, not when he had to be strong and protect everyone else that he could. He couldn't fail them like he had the elders and his Ayame, he just couldn't.

 

He was able to gather what was remaining of his bearings and pulled himself shakily to his feet, squaring his shoulders and lifting his chin bringing forth the confidence and strength he knew was fleeing him. They had to start moving again before they could be tracked down, it was like leading cattle to the slaughter and he had to get them to safety and call for reinforcements. The only problem was they had to make it there in time of there would be nobody left to be rescued.

 

Leaves rustled off to his side disturbing the fear spurred silence and Koga spun around as a small form limped out from behind the darkness, the smell of blood growing thicker in the air by the second. The pitter-patter of blood on the snow was like the hammering of thunder to their sensitive ears, matted brown fur being illuminated by the moon's icy white glow. A lone wolf stumbled out of the deadly woods surrounding them, eyes closed and the dark red blood dripping like saliva from its muzzle.

 

No one dared to move as it came limping forwards, chunks of muscle from barren patches where thick fur should have resided. The creature wouldn't survive and the guilt latched onto Koga's heart and clutched at it like sharp fangs. It was like a premonition of their destiny and he felt as though his entire world was crumbling down around him. The wolf stumbled closer, the amount of blood increasing and the inky blackness melting into the once pure white snow around it.

 

“It's going to lead the enemy right to us!” It was Ginta who voiced Koga's fear in an angry hiss and the injured wolf collapsed to the ground in a messy heap.

 

There wasn't any time to react as a loud scream ripped through Koga's ears and his blood ran cold recognizing the anguished voice. Ayame, his mind screamed and everyone froze; the woods growing even quieter than before and raising everyone's hackles. Suddenly he could feel the overpowering presence he had tried out running closing in from all around and he wasn't even able to yell for them to run before it attacked. It was too late to run they were trapped.

 

Screams and howls ripped through the air as blood splattered against Koga's fur and skin. The moonlight had vanished and he was barely able to dodge the brown tentacle branch as it tried to spear his legs. He listened to his pack and their cries, bodies being impaled, some being dragged back into the darkness; Ginta's horrendous screams filling Koga's ears as well as the crunching of breaking bones and the splashing sound of blood as the jagged edges of white bone broke through flesh and muscle.

 

They screamed for him to save them, but he couldn't. He couldn't even protect himself and he howled angrily as he fought against his unseen executioner. It was maddening seeing the bleeding corpses of loved ones and Koga howled again to the moon as the things tore through his ligaments, piercing through his chest with a sickening and wet popping sound.

 

Desperately he tore at the strong tentacles, ripping them from his flesh and painting himself a darker shade of red in the process. The trees were laughing at him, the red glowing eyes of his enemy haunting him and Koga pushed his protesting injuries as he tried leading it away, to try and at least save one of his pack members. The brown tentacles pulsed and surged behind him from under the snow, tearing its way through his shoulder blades and out the middle of his chest, the tip of it curling around his entire body four times and spinning him like a spider does its meal.

 

He couldn't breathe, his big blue eyes widening in horror as he was dragged forty feet into the darkness, branches and leaves clawing at his flesh and cutting his flesh. The pain was bad enough to blur his vision and make his stomach churn violently, but not enough to knock him unconscious. It was all too late and now everyone was dead.

 

Moonlight spilled over him and burned his eyes and Koga fought to keep the spots from dancing across his vision, he couldn't give up yet. Laughter broke through his thoughts and his eyes darted to the waterfall of onyx hair. He could feel it pulling at him, the tentacle pulling him closer and contracting into the being standing in front of him; eyes glowing read and teeth whiter than the snow.

 

`No,' his mind screamed as he began to struggle. `It can't be!'

 

“NO!” Koga screamed angrily to the heavens recognizing the beast in front of him before he was swallowed into the darkness and once again the sounds of life filtered back into the woods as though nothing happened.