He shivered as the bungalow came into view.His head told him to stop, but his muscled powered on. It was a cold December night and without his coat he would have frozen. He ran the last ten meters toward the bungalow and vaulted over the gate. He landed on his feet in a crouched position before dropping onto his stomache. He let out a slight yelp as he felt the icy cold ground against his skin. He quickly gazed around and listened out for noise, but he was still undetected.

At least that's what he thought. In the bungalow an old lday gave a light chuckle. She had done this hundreds of times before, but something stopped her from activating the hidden lasers. She had seen too many movies, and wanted some action. She gazed at the moniter as the boy army-crawled towards the house. He was keeping low and his stomache scraped against the floor with every meter forwards he went. She left the moniters, and walked over to her kitchen to make a cup of tea.

Back outside, the boy had reached the walls of the small house and began remembering where the door was. He cursed his luck as he realised he must have crawled slightly to the left and had missed the door by a few meters. He knew he had to be in and out as quickly as he could. His eyes quickly scanned the windows of the bugalow. There were no houses for hundreds of meters around the bungalow because they'd all been blown up in the war. Nobody was near, so the boy ran the last few meters to the door. Now, he bent down and opened the bag on his back. He scrambled around for a few moments before removing what seemed to be a tiny screwdriver. He placed it in the keyhole and turned. The door swung open and there was a flash of lightening as the clouds began to open. He sighed, relieved that he had not been spotted yet and that he'd avoided the rain.

He continued deeper into the house. He turned left and then up a spiral staircase where he stopped to get his bearings. The was light coming from a room down the corridoor on the right. He was suddenly tense again. He heard floorboards creaking. Saw the doorknob turn. Felt the dagger enter his skin. Heard the cackle of an old lady. Smelt his own blood. And then, nothing.

A little confusing, and maybe like, 3 errors that I noticed. What exactly is it about?


Oh, and a little long for a prologue. I would make a topic explaining the setting also.

Its not too long for a prologue. I think its pretty good

Cheers - I've got the general idea out there, and now I wanna expand it in the next chapter. Should be up by the end of the week hopefully!

Would you make something about setting in the next chapter? I was pretty confused.

Ok, I'll give it a go!