So, I decided that the shit I posted a looooooooooooooooooooooooooo ong time ago was realllllllllllllllllllllllll lllllllllly bad. Like, legit. (Sorry, I have a problem with plot lines.) So I'm gonna try this again. Forreal. And Imma try to make it better. (Notice the word "try" was in that sentence. Jussayin.)

So.

Here we go!...

Night had fallen; it filled around her as she quickened her pace down the brick sidewalk. It clothed her like a blanket, stalking her. The clouds hung low, and when she looked up, she swore she could feel the water vapor droplets on her face. Somewhere a storm was brewing.

What was normally a bright, bustling part of the city was now a dark, ghostly, vacant area. No lights shone from the once illuminated windows; they were now covered with boards or broken glass shattered all along the sidewalk. Rats scuttled past her, making little squeals as they raced her towards the only light shining at the end of the street.

She stared high into the sky, barely making out the cross that stood tall on the steeple. Lights shone from inside the church- someone was there. Staring at the large, heavy brass knockers in front of her, she inhaled deeply and picked one up, letting it fall back twice, the classic signal. Seconds later, a tall, dark haired man appeared at the door. He made no noise; just moved enough to let her slender figure through the crack in the door, only to close and bolt it shut. She was in this now, no getting out. Stuck. Hostage.

She turned and followed the man down through the pews, towards a back door. From there, he pointed down a set of steep stairs in the ground that were illuminated by a dim light at the bottom of them. She grabbed onto the bar and descended, breathing a sigh of relief when she reached the bottom.

There he was- her love. Sure, he was bound, gagged, and unconscious, but he was alive. She could feel his pulse, even in the distance.

She was vaguely aware of the stillness in the room, which was very bare. The walls were silver, metal almost. The only object inside was the metal chair he was chained to, and that was nailed to the ground. Taking a deep breath, she walked forward.

In seconds, something changed. He was no longer in his chair, instead she was seated, arms being tied. She didn't even realize it until she heard the gun cocked and was looking down the barrel. How did she end up here?

"You keep the lies up, you're dead," he sneered, eyes narrowed behind his mask. Staring back blankly, her jaw dropped. They weren't alone.

"I don't know what you're-" POP! The sound rang through the room, and everyone winced.

She had no chance to tell the truth.

Ok, so that was realllllllly short... but it's the prologue. So it's supposed to be... Reviews?