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I will find her. I will capture her. I will never let go of her. She will forever belong to me. She betrayed me. And now I shall get my revenge.

She is the reason for my existence. I would have never been created if it wasn't for her. But she left me here. Alone. I can now never been seen. No one can find me here unless I am holding onto her. She is the reason for my existence. I am her shadow, her worst nightmare, and I will find her. I will capture her. I will never let go of her. She will forever belong to me.

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I raise my voice over the hubbub.

"As you said, River, there are five living people in this room."

"Yes, what of it?" River asks, impatient as she always is.

"So why are there six?" Everyone looks around in horror as they simultaneously spot the Vashta Nerada.

"Hey, who turned out the lights? Hey, who turned out the lights? Hey, who turned out the lights?" A sad fate, stuck saying the last thing that went through your mind before you- well, to put it mildly, got devoured. By a shadow.

"Everyone run!" I yell. "This is the reason for the whole universe's fear of the dark! If you value your life, run now!"

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Tears streamed down my face, although I did nothing to wipe them away. I tripped and fell into the soggy mud, yet did not get up. Nemesis could have me, if he wanted.

Scoldy is gone. That's all that matters. I still remember her falling, crude arrow embedded in her heart.

"Go, Scorch. Run."

And I had run. Run like wind. Run from Shadow, Nemesis' silent assassin.

And even now, he stalked me. Nemesis knew my power, and although I was merely a child of nine, he still followed my every move.

"Go, Scorch. Run."

She was the reason I got up. She didn't die so that I could mope and moan in the Marshlands. She sacrificed herself to save me.

To save the world.

I kept going. My orange, neck-length hair flew out behind me. I groaned in disgust. It stood out like a beacon.

Rubbing mud and dirt into it helped slightly.

The rain-full day was over quickly. Night was upon me, I needed to hide .

How to hide from a shadow?

It was midnight when I saw him. A dark disturbance on the horizon. Growing closer, closer. It wore huge spikes on its armour, and in its hand I could clearly make out a barbed halberd.

"Go, Scorch. Run."

It was coming nearer by the second. It glided just above the ground, dark eyes fixed on me.

I could nearly make out the grim smile on his black lips

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What's that in the mirror? Or the corner of your eye?

What's that footstep following, but never passing by?
Perhaps they're all just waiting, perhaps when we're all dead,
Out they'll come a-slithering from underneath the bed.

"Question: How can you hide from a shadow" I said in my thick Scottish accent. "Answer: You can't. Why do we talk aloud when we know no one is listening. How do we know shadows can't hear. What if we are talking to our shadows. What if they are a silent companion?" And at this stage, I've done it again- I have bamboozled Clara once more.

"But, that's impossible," she says.

"So are you" I reply, "you are the Impossible Girl". After that she stays quiet.

"So, what do we do now? You have just come out with a random question and explanation, but, with you it's never random, is it. There is always a reason, so Doctor, explain." Clara says inquisitively.

"About five years ago, I encounter someone whose shadow was slowly killing them. He was alone on a planet with no one else. I didn't save him, but now I know how to." says the Doctor.

"Five years ago?" Asks Clara.

"I'm a time traveller, figure it out." replies the Doctor.

"But, I haven't seen you for a month, not five years" says Clara.

"I haven't seen you for five years said the doctor, but I have a Tardis. I once made the mistake of coming back over a decade later, when for me it was only a couple of minutes, with my previous companion. I didn't want to do that to you." Replies the Doctor.

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We slithered out from underneath the plant. The man was looking the other way. Crawling through the ground and towards him, we mimicked his shadow. He still hadn't noticed. The good thing about being a shadow is that the humans are too stupid to know the difference between us, and their normal shadow.

The man turned around. He jumped.

'Vashta Nerada!' He exclaimed. He got out a strange machine and pointed it at his real shadow. It buzzed, and he turned towards us.

The man saw a thick cloud of black burst into the air. He ran, knowing deep down it was too late. We swarmed over him like bees, trying to eat him. Was this the wrong planet? This man had Gallifreyan biology! How? It was Earth, we knew that, and the Timelords were wiped out hundreds of years ago!

The sun dimmed as we tried to eat him. Five seconds. He was itching all over his body. Four seconds. He was actively trying to swat us out of the air. Three. He was screaming. Two. He had submitted to us. One. Almost done. Then something unexpected happened.

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The darkness loomed through the alleyway hanging from wall to wall. I sat in the corner, as far away from the bins as I could. My heart was a bottomless pit of shadow and rejection. I knew this day would come, the day where your guarded child would leave you to be independent by themselves. All of us shadows experienced it. One day we had been sitting down under the old willow tree together, but the next, she was gone.

Depletion. Sadness. Depression. I had been left by my person, Alice, to fend for myself, for she didn't want me anymore. Gone were the days of shadow chasing, sunbathing together and having long chats in the shade just after midday, when I had awoken for the day.

But this was my new life. I would probably just find an old trash bag to keep me warm, huddle up in some rundown car park building and then eventually be picked up by the shadow collectors and driven to the Honeywood: The Retirement Accomodation for Burnt Up Shadows. Yeah, I guess things were okay.

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"Doctor," I asked in a loud whisper. "What do we do?"

"Hide."

"How are we supposed to hide from a shadow?"

"I don't know, shine a llight on yourself."

"That'll just create another shadow for that thing to possess."

"Fair enough."

There was a pause as we stood, panicking, as The Shadow loomed closer.

"Well?" I said expectantly.

"Well what?" The Doctor said, doing that infuriating confused expression with his hands again.

"This is the part where you come up with some clever way of getting out of the situation."

"Yeah, well, how do you expect me to go up against a shadow?!"

We were now talking in harsh whispers as the strange, impossible sound of stomping came closer.

"I, uh —"

I trailed off and then I just stood in quiet frustration at the Doctor. I know he's metaphorically and literally the hero that fell from the sky, but he can be ANNOYING.

It was getting closer now, close enough so I could see it. A strange, cloud of darkness. I can't say it's black because something told me it wasn't. It was just… dark.

It seemed to float towards us like a

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"Leave me alone!" I cry helplessly into the bottomless darkness. "I'm just a normal person, what could you want with me?"

A voice boomed out of the pit, a voice that reeked of cruelty, loss and despair. There was not a shred of humanity in that voice.

"You are a fool, mortal girl. But then again, all your race is."

And in the thick, endless darkness, something was stirring. I could feel the power emanating out of the ground, an aura that overpowered my senses, causing me to crumple to the ground, shaking. A cold wind blew across the rocks, whipping my hair across my face, the stormy sea surrounding the little island leaping up against the jagged cliff side. My breath came out in ragged gasps, and I could feel an awful hopelessness rushing over me like water.

Out of the darkness rose a figure, and as it rose, it's head rising over the rim of the abyss, the circle of spiky grass around it's yawning chasm withered and died. Looming over me, almost fainted. It was me. The creature that had haunted my every move, stalked my dreams and had a voice that sounded like a million ice daggers heading for my heart, was me. An evil twin, you could say. There is no way I could describe the abject terror, the complete and utter fear I felt at that moment. But, as I lay there, a hopeless pile of shock and despair, I noticed that there were slight differences, which all together gave the shadow-monster an overall wicked appearance, but still was most definitely myself.

The chin was slightly more pointed, the eyes slightly closer together and the fingers longer. An evil smile spread across it's face as it peered down at me.

"Poor little human," it said, though there was no pity in it. The shadow was mocking me. It chuckled, a soft, hoarse chuckle, filled with malice.

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The cloud started 2 years ago, no one took any notice until now. The massive grey cloud of ash and pollution. Anyone trapped under it would perish. It rained ash and acid, and now, hundreds of humans were stranded in the one uncovered peice of land, Easter Island.

Scientists had studied day and night to find a solution, but nothing came up. They called it The Shadow, and everyday, it approached slowly. Two weeks after people no longer came to the island we could see the clouds on the horizon. The scientists finally decided to send a shuttle into space. It would only be able to hold 100 people so they would only be taking people with blue eyes and brown hair. This meant that many would stay behind to perish. The scientists were surprised when so many people had were brown haired with blue eyes. That w as until one of them found the brown hair dye stashed away in a hollow tree. After that they started DNA testing.

I was one of the unfortunate people who was left behind. Most people gave up, some were trying to find other ways to escape from the cloud. I dug a shelter. Although I knew it would not be strong enough to withstand the oncoming hailstorm of ash and acid.

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It had been waiting for me: watching, following. Coming only with the rays of sunlight and the shimmering light of the silver moon. Hide.

Hide from your own shadow.

Anikka was gone; she could not bear the pain. It had inhabited her: been apart of her every thought, every action; it had been the cause of her last words, her last thought, her last step. That was all that mattered. I had to live to tell the tale and tell the memory of Annika. Hide.

Beads of sweat, trickled along my forehead. The alleyway was pitch black- the streetlights too old to work. I trembled in fright, clutching my knees to my chest, feeling the race of my heart. Footsteps rang in my ears, splashing through the muddy puddles. Light. It had returned, towering over me, flooding me with fear. My shadow. Hide…

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Oh no. "I am so sorry, so very sorry, John."

"What? What is it?" He asks, panicked.

"You have two shadows." I answer.

He screams and runs. The second shadow leaps up off the floor, a cloud of darkness. The mist of darkness flows over him. A single scream, cut short. A clatter. The pernicious cloud of Vashta Nerada disperses, leaving a pile of bones on the floor, ripped clothes deflating around it.

John Smith, the inconspicuous office clerk, is no more.

The light above us flickers, turns off, and we run, run away from death like headless chickens, the lights turning off behind us.

The Vashta Nerada are a species of tiny flying piranhas. They have a hive mind, and are also known as the shadows that eat the flesh. They exist on most civilised planets, including Earth, and are the reason for the universal fear of the dark. On Earth, they mostly survive on roadkill, but are behind a few disappearances. They are extremely deadly in high numbers, like the high numbers closing in behind us.

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"HIDE," I scream-whispered to my cowering sister. "It's coming!"

"The flat thing?" She whispered. We where being hunted down by a shadow. I know what you are thinking. This can't be true! Those people are dumb. Well this is true! And I know it, because it is my shadow. It all stared about a week ago, in science class...

"Mrs.Eyere! What do you think you are doing!" Miss. Hemings blared. By the sounds of it, she was trying to be quiet. She could screech louder then a jet plane and you could hear her in China. " Do NOT mix those liquids! They can put you in great danger, you know!" Half of the class sniggered at my juvenile mistake. Everyone knows that I always mess up. I turned around to face the dragon that is my teacher, and knocked both the glasses over, mixing them, just like she told me not to. "MRS.EYERE! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE! WHY ARE YOU STILL IN HERE?!?! GET OUT!" Full Hemings was operational. I waddled out of the room, and into the brigly-lit hallway. I saw a figure move in the corner of my eye, but ehen

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The Doctor simply stated, "Hide."

"How are we supposed to hide from a shadow?" I asked.

"Run. In the darkness. It can't go there. Or in the full light, where it can and can't exist."

"Then it would create more, due to light photons hitting us from all sides. And only shadows can create darkness."

***awkward silence***

"You're right."

"Hang on... you forgot to multiply by the second differential. That means that there are more."

"And?"

"Davros and The Master.

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A sudden cold washed over Mally and she shivered. Cold, hard, maniacal laughter rang out from all sides, yet she wasn't sure if it was real, or just in her mind. Mally's heart pounded; hiding from the shadow behind some bushes in a forest would not help her in any way. A voice in her mind told her to hide, hide underground, or run away.

The other, more cynical part replied, How are you supposed to run from a shadow?

And so, all Mally could do was wait, wait in the dark forest for the shadow with no person to grab her. It didn't need daylight - it was made of pure evil and hatred that showed anywhere.

Suddenly, something seized her. It wasn't there in person, it was more of a presence. Mally struggled against the cold bonds that contained fears, but to no avail. Waves of anger, fear and loathing moved around her body, egged on by the dark being. Mally broke free and took off in the other direction, towards where the light was just peaking over the hill, but something stopped her. She wanted to move forward, but her legs were stuck to the ground. Mally turned around to see the most terrifying thing she had ever seen.

It had blood-red eyes and was completely black, towering above her like a skyscraper. Its arms stretched towards her and she wanted to dart out of the way, but its face stopped her.

It was smiling.

A big, evil grin, emanating death. The smile was malicious, malevolent, reading to kill. Then, it attached itself to Mally.

She opened her eyes. All she wanted was death. Mally was the new shadow.

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A shadow. A six-letter word and small compared to other words, but it is a lethal thing. The most lethal is a shadow of the mind that swallows every happy thought in its wake, contorting and twisting innocent minds and fresh faces. It engulfs your mind and darkness spreads through you, until only hope remains. And then one day that little flame flickers and is blown out and leads to depression.

I think most people shrug off a shadow as something normal and not as a warning sign. For example, if a tsunami came and it cast a long shadow over you, you would know something was wrong because the world had become dark all of a sudden. Obviously, you wouldn't survive because there is no way you can outrun a tsunami, but it provides a warning. But shadows aren't only cast by the sun and you standing in the way, there are many different types of a shadow, such as a shadow of the mind, a shadow of danger and more. A shadow of the mind is more one that consumes you when you are depressed and it can't be stopped and sometimes, in really sad cases, it leads to suicide. It, mainly in stories and narratives, makes people transfer to the 'bad side' because the shadow makes them feel shady and sinister so they go to the dark side.

A shadow of danger it is more of a precursor because it warn you of a danger that is coming, but you feel as though you can't escape the danger.

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I screamed. This could not be happening. This was never supposed to happen in the whole period of human existence. And of all the people it could happen to, it had to be me. Nobody else but me.

People were murdered in their beds because I am alive and walking on this planet. It wasn't really my fault, for if it was, I would never live with myself. Now, I know it will sound like I am hallucinating when I tell you this, but trust me, this is too weird for me to be making it up. My shadow has a mind of its own.

And it's possessing me.

I have gone through the supposed 'necessary precautions' the scientists said to try, but it hasn't worked. My shadow is ruthless. I tried to never go out in the sun, but it seems that the laws of science don't bother him. I never left my bed, yet my shadow still exists; it still makes me kill innocent people when I have no idea that I'm doing it. When I went back to their laboratory and demanded to try something that would actually work, they looked at me helplessly, and one of them said weakly: "Hide?"

I stared at them disbelievingly. "Hide."

"Yes?" The same scientists mumbled, hoping that I wouldn't react badly, obviously. Pushing down my urge to strangle these idiots, I was filled with annoyance. These were supposed to be the smartest people on earth? They're pathetic! Then it hit me - they had given up. Well, they might have been outsmarted by a shadow, but I would not let it defeat me.

"How on earth am I supposed to hide from my own shadow!"

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The Living Shadows. Lurking everywhere in the city. No one knew when or where they had come from. All they knew was that millions of people were found murdered and their shadows no more. At first there was only one, now they infest the whole city. There was no place to hide, a shadow was impossible to hide from, it had to just stay in the dark, melting with the others. No one knew how to fight back, they were doomed.

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To the town of Rodenhille, The Shadow was merely an urban legend. It was a myth to the people of Strawalsey and Meganvale. But to the people of Boarsville, it was a harsh reality.

Boarsvillians had a dusk sunrise curfew. They couldn't see daylight, or they would be outcast...

"Hide, you idiot!" I yelled.

"How do you hide from a shadow? And don't call me that!" Sean snapped.

"Uugh! I knew it was a bad idea to bring him! He's such a crybaby!" Miranda whispered in my ear.

"I can hear every word you're saying! You know that, right?" Sean piped up.

"Run!" I yelled at both of them, as I began to see daylight.

"I can see light! We have to run away from it!" Sean said, his voice cracking. "We'll be insanity tested- and, and outcast. We might even shrivel up and die instantly!"

"Sean, just be quiet!" Miranda yelled. "You wanted to come along and now your chickenening out!"

"Miranda, I want you to take your brother home. NOW!" I yelled.

"Sean, we're going home. You wrecked it, my one chance to see day. Thanks a lot." Miranda and Sean ran back to their house, Miranda's green ponytail bobbing in the wind.

I ran to Aunty Merida's house and climbed on top of her rainwater tank. 'I can make it to the roof from here. I can.' I gulped and looked down at the drop, where multiple gravestones lay. 'Now or never.' I lept from the tank. My right foot just made the tiled edge of the roof, why my left leg dangled helplessly behind me. Beads of sweat formed on my brow, as my grip loosened. I put all of my weight on my right leg and tried to heave the rest of my body upwards. My left hand slipped and dangled beside me. I clenched my teeth as my stomach twisted into a knot. 'One,' I said, wiping my hands on my jeans. 'Two,' I held the edge with both hands and push. 'Three,' I heave and swing my leg over the edge.

'Whew!' I said, lying on my back. I stand up, straightening my leather jacket and focus my gaze on the orange sky.

"You made it. Made it to sunrise." Said a voice behind me.

"And now, you must die."

I spun around, whipping my eye with my hair. I opened them, to find myself looking at The Shadow of a ginormous monster. Looking at The Shadow.

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The shadow. It followed, it lurked watching p, always watching. Sometimes, it slipped up. Didn't mimick me perfectly. Detached itself into the night, only to appear again at my side, it's glowing Amber eyes piercing into the depth of my soul. Everyday I felt weaker, more drained, as if life was slowly being sapped from my body leaving but a husk of a former man. My fears manifested themselves, doubling and tripling in size. Fears which had once been conquered, sealed away in the deep abyss of mind mind broke free of their unbreakable cages. They defeated me in my own body, tore me apart from the inside out, on my home ground. Where I had the whole and utter advantage. But still, they were stronger than I. A force without question, a force comprised out of pure fear and terror, feasting on the worries that seep around the mind. I once was a strong, proud man. Now, I am nothing. Nothing but their vassal.

The shadow, unlike any other, had two blazing Amber eyes. No one but me seemed to notice. Occasionally, it morphed into something else. The things of nightmares, a hellish demon figure, with two giant horns and huge, bladed wings. It followed me, everywhere was watched, always eyes penetrating the back of my head. A shadowy presence, flooding my conscious, nothing but thoughts of fear and survival racing through my head. It degraded me, brought me back to a primitive state of life; die or live. I had to run. My heart beat like a savage drum of war, pounding from within my chest. I began to sweat. I had to hide. My breathing was ragged, quick gasps, and others on the street began to quietly surrond me, watching. A small boy asked his mother, 'What's wrong?' Only to be replied with silence as the mother stood, looking at me, a concerned expression in her face. A man from the crowd approached. 'Are you okay? Do you need a hospital or medication?' He said, also with a kind and caring expression masking his face. My answer took him like a sharp blow to the stomach. My head spun, a headache booming in my mind, and suddenly, I was the owner of my body no more.

'Die! Die, puny mortal, for there is nothing you can do to stop us.' The voice said, in a sibilant cry if defiance.

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A cold feeling crept up Sophie's spine. Darkness appeared in front of her, a long shadow which shouldn't be there because it was noon. There was no trace of happiness in the air. There was only misery. Depression. A feeling of dread. A feeling that she would never be happy again. The worst thing was that she had felt this feeling before. This feeling only happened when her worst enemy was within five metres of her. And her worst enemy was Shadow, who was a pure shadow.

Now she knew why she had that feeling. Shadow was within less than five metres of her. She knew this feeling well.

Shadow wanted to kill her.

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Elle and I were casually strolling down the walkway when Elle, my younger sister, told me that she had heard some footsteps behind her. Instinctively, I turned around, but obviously there was no one following us.

Yet one minute later, Elle panicked and ran ahead. When I asked her why, she quietly told me that she had felt and bony, icy-cold hand on the back of her neck. My eyes widened; I knew someone, or rather, something, was stalking us.

Once again, I turned round, but this time I saw a silhouette behind me. Again, I tried looking more closely, but all I saw was what we had passed by earlier. I knew that the thing that was following us, a shadow, was trailing us for a particular reason. Did it want something of ours? Or did it want us?

I felt a cold, bony hand touch my neck, and immediately I knew that it was that that made Elle run ahead. I yelled out to her in the endless darkness. 'Hide!'

All I heard from Elle was a faint reply, and I could barely make out what she was saying. 'How are we supposed to hide from a shadow?'

I screamed as hard as I could. 'I don't know, but you have to do it somehow!'

After that, I didn't know what happened next; I didn't receive a reply from Elle.

I had tried to run and hide from the shadow with no success. All I knew was that the cold, bony fingers grasped my neck and I knew it was over. There was no point in trying to break free, and I knew that my life was coming to an end.

The shadow pushed me onto the ground and clutched my neck as hard as it could, so that I would suffocate. I was already running short of breath, so I just let death overtake me.

Once death overtook me, my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

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"Hide."

"How am I supposed to hide from the shadow," my brother asks, trying to hide his fear.

"There is a way, but it's hard. Don't move." He gulps, but doesn't move. I close my eyes. In my mind, I picture a stone statue where my brother is standing. A tingling sensation runs through my body. I open my eyes. Where my brother was standing, a statue rests, in exactly the same position he was in. "It's okay, I'll come get you when the shadow is gone." I say, knowing that I probably wouldn't survive. No-one had seen the shadow and lived to tell the tale. That's how it got it's name. It' supposed to be a monster that kills whole villages at a time, just out of pure hatred for humanity. Or so the stories say. I shut the door behind me and walk out onto the street.

A crash sounds nearby, shaking the ground like an earthquake. It was coming. Another crash shakes the street. A building near me starts to lean over dangerously, the wooden supports shattered. The next crash knocks me to the ground. I glance up to see a huge foot, bigger than me, protruding from the building at the end of the street. The creature rounds the corner. I gasp.

It's as tall as a three storey house. Glowing eyes as big as my head lock onto me. It's arm reaches toward me. Claws as big as my arm extend toward my head. It roars. Several buildings nearby collapse. Rows of teeth line an enormous mouth. It starts toward me...

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The shadow came after me. The worlds largest library, a sanctuary for those who wish to fill their heads with facts, stories and historical accounts was deserted. Cobwebs hung like rope on a ship, loose and everywhere. I didn't know how the library became into a state of decay, but I do know one thing, shadows of the deceased came here, this place acted as a magnet for them,they were all eager to find a living host.

Few people went in to investigate, even fewer came out. Those who survived went mad, refusing to speak of what they saw. I was part of a an investigation team, sent in to see what happened. Most of us were finished in the first hour. Those of us who had common sense ran, we split up, even fewer of us made it through the day. We had agreed on a meeting point at the main gate.

Shadows continued after me, matching my pace, never slowing. I pulled out my flashlight and sent the beam into the oncoming shadow and destroyed it. I bolted for the gate. The crackling of a fire slowed me to a slight jog. Six others sat huddled around a fire. I nodded to them and sat down.

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It was the only place we could stay. To stay safely away from the darkness which had consumed everything. In the blazing sun, I sat with my little brother, no shadows around, both thinking about a plan, one that would get us through one more night. Buried in the golden sand on which we sat, endless bottles of water and cans of food. There, no shadow could be created and that monster could not get to us. Other things that were buried under the enverending layers of sand included our treasured weapons, the same ones that had kept us on our feet when that terrible experiment went wrong. A week before now, a scientist thought he could rebel against the many laws of life by gathering every shadow and morphing into a gateway to the afterlife, where he would be able to gain his wife who had been killed when a building collapsed. However, after somehow gathering the shadows, they rebelled against being morphed and after they were one whole, they consumed the scientist as their first victim. We were practising with our swords when they came. We knew a little, however, there was no guide to defeating shadows. In panic, we swung rapidly and the approaching shadows. As our blades went through, light reflected off the gleaming swords and forced the shadows into submission. We had done the same thing with the moon, however, at that time, shadows were everywhere. Now, we had no hope as tonight was a new moon and there was to be no light, complete darkness where these shadows could reside.

The sun fell fast as thoughts slowly went through our heads, then to our mouths to tell one another. As the sun fully disappeared, we stood up. Picking up our swords, we prepared, hoping for a miracle to happen. The shadows rapidly closed in as we stood back to back. Swinging our swords, we desperately tried to hit something in the complete darkness. I found myself not being touched at all and I thought our crazy idea had worked, that lasted until I heard screams, screams of my brother as he disappeared, devoured like the many others. Fear consumed me now, I was scared, not knowing what to do. Closing my eyes, I prayed for light, hoping for a single light to shine out to save me. Suddenly, my back felt heavy and I immediately hit behind me with my fee hand, however, only finding something solid. Feeling my hand upwards, I reached a hold and I pulled. The object obeyed and came out, feeling somewhat like a sword. To make sure, I placed my own against it, in the darkness, no shadows consuming me. Immediately, light shone, blinding my eyes. Looking at the new sword, I realised it looked familiar. Memories flooded back, this whole week, I had seen it. My brother's sword now sat in my hand, supporting me survive. Tears came to my eyes as I rapidly swung, forcing all the surround shadows away. As they retreated, I stuck the shining swords into the sand, still keeping the shadows away.

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The hairs on the back of my neck stood up on anticipation, a feeling of creeping cold swarming over me. I swung around, a loud crash echoing through the soot-ridden street. A long, dark shadow, in the shape on a dog was skipping over, I almost sobbed with joy at the thing, it had given me such a fright and on a dark night like this I couldn't help, but having jumped. But then I realised that the shadow didn't have an owner and I ran. Suddenly, the cute dog had transformed into a snarling monster, tearing down the street, snarling and foaming at the mouth. My heart was pounding like I had just run a marathon and sweat was dripping from my every being. As I sprinted down the road, I saw an escape in the road, a seperate alleyway branching off, leading towards my apartment. The dog was getting closer, getting closer to me than I was getting closer to the alley. I was almost there, just a metre now. But the dog is right behind me, an impossible pit of black. So I leap. I leap straight at the opening like I haven't done for twelve bitter years. But then I didn't have ravenous and carnivorous dog pounding at my feet...