One of the suits on this mission was marked by it. He was sent out with me the day I tried to escape and I didn’t even recognize him until today.
We were walking through a rolling flatland. The buildings had disappeared while we were sleeping. Someone cried out that they saw something. We all stopped to look. A black dog trotted towards us. The marked suit, his name was Kyle, began to panic. If it weren’t for him, we would have let it walk right up to us.
The suits drew weapons and the dog changed. Grew. Its leg was as tall as me and it’s black fur seemed to absorb all semblance of light. Its eyes were red. I burned when they looked at me.
The Hound.
Gun-shots started going off. I could only stand and tremble. Mr. Smith was yelling at me to do something, to get rid of it. Kyle was just yelling. The Hound ripped him to shreds with one swipe of its paw. Its claws were like swords.
It swung its other paw and knocked back my last few defenders.
It lowered its head and opened its jaws. Slobber dripped onto my head as the teeth began to close on me. At the first prick in my back, the hot breath and looming shadow vanished. The Hound was gone.
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