Beware! Bad writing ahead! (No but seriously it's bad.)

"Heh... Like I care." I said, mostly to myself. I'm in a fantasy novel. Whisked away from her own world, she finds herself in her own fantasy, trapped. Not knowing how to get out or how she got here. It actually was kind of like a video game now that I think about it. Find a way out and you escape. If not... well... we'll not go there. I looked back up at the small sign.

Sighing, I know I should continue. It was written in the book. The book I read growing up. The book I have read before multiple times. Well before the bad guys took it.

Speak of the devil. Here come the 'bad guys' now. Having heard a few pairs of footsteps from behind me, I spun around on my feet and looked straight in the eyes of three hunters. The hunters that are out to get me. Great. They weren't even more than ten feet away from me. Just my luck. The hunters looked kind of like the Storm Troopers from Star Wars, except they wore black with dark red stripes. Their armor was also just a black plate in the front and some shoulder and knee pads. Nothing too special. Or safe, I realized.

"Hi..." I started, trying to make small talk while I form a plan. Unfortunately, they didn't go so well.

"Hands up!" one of them, who seems to be the leader, said. He was the one in the front after all. Though that might mean nothing. He then pulls a gun out and points it at me, trying to help persuade me to make a decision. A decision to let them capture me. Or whatever, I don't really know. It was something from the book that I don't really remember. What was I on the run from? Refocusing on the hunters, I notice the main hunter seems a little scared. Of what? I brushed off that thought quickly as I replied with a snarky comment.

"Have I ever told you I love disobeying people? Well I think you do now." Smiling and tilting my head to the side a little, I slowly hold my hands up. "But if you insist." I continued. My hands were almost level to my head now. Smiling a little wider, I quickly reach for my sword strapped to my back. Pulling it out of its sheath and over my head, I swing it at the front hunter's hand, knocking his gun from his hand. Ouch, his hand must hurt. It went skidding across the floor. He quickly looked back up at me from his empty hand knowing he was in trouble; and it showed on his face. That made me oddly happy.

The rest of the hunters stood in shock, still not having mentally recovered from my attack. I then dashed forward and, using my sword, cut the hunter along the side, creating a large gash on his side. His hand went immediately to his wound. I heard the other hunters as they pulled their guns out. Huh, I guess they finally recovered. Turning to them, I ran at the closest hunter, which was on my right, and slashed the dull end of my sword on their gun. I then turned my sword to the sharp end and slashed at their belly, turning to the side in the process. I did the same thing with their leader, but it was much deeper with this hunter. That's probably a fatal wound, I realized, but the realization didn't register in my brain. Or if it did, I didn't care.

Finishing turning around fully, I dashed to the hunter in front of me. I simultaneously adjusted my grip on my sword so the point was directly facing the ground and jabbed the hilt of my sword upwards when reaching him, knocking my sword's hilt into the hunter's chin and pushed him back from the impact. He then staggered backwards and fell to the ground. Grabbing a knife from the side of my left thigh, I raised it and plunged it into his throat before yanking it out again.

I raised the bloodied knife to my head and threw it at one of the other unharmed hunters to my left. My eyes were trained on the hunter as I watched them fall, the knife having lodged itself in the hunter's chest. Another fatal wound that likely killed him right there on the spot.

I then hear a gun load at the back of my head. It was the first guy I attacked. Tilting my head behind me, I looked to see where he was. The gun was only a few inches away from my head. Uh oh. Spinning around on my heels, I turned my hand to the right side, the sword I still had now sideways, and deeply slashed the hunter right across his neck. He stumbled back and, after a few seconds, crumpled to the ground. Dark, sticky blood was spilling from the slash on his throat. Looking down at him for a few seconds, I remorselessly turned and looked at the other two hunters, making sure they were on the ground. They were all dead.

I breathed in and closed my eyes in relief, knowing the fight was over. Tilted my head up to the sky, I let out the breath and slowly opened my eyes. The sky was dark, indicating it was night. The shadows wrapped themselves around my vision, not letting me see farther than five feet. Dropping my head down, my eyes find the knife lodged in one of the hunter's chest. I started to walk my heavy feet towards the weapon (and the dead body) and stopped in front of it. I crouched down and roughly pulled the bloody weapon from the dead hunter's chest and slid it swiftly back in the sheath strapped to my left leg's side.

Getting up from the body, I turned back to what I was here before the attack, the sign. Walking over to the thing in question, I reached it faster than I thought. Giving myself no time to feel remorse for the three people I just brutally murdered. I paused in front of the small sign and looked at it. I read the sign earlier but had a few questions. How did it get here? Was it talking about the book? Or am I just overthinking this? And this is just an Easter egg? I take a deep breath and calm my nerves and the thousands of thoughts in my head. My heart was racing from the fight. I looked beyond the sign at the land far away, but somehow in front of me. There was a small village not far ahead, quiet, by the looks of it. Was it in front of me? How do I even know that? It's too dark to know there's a place in front of me. What?

Shaking my head, I started walking towards the land where my brain tells me a village is but I can not confirm it. Was this even a good idea? Probably not.

Hesitating one of the many steps, I looked into the dark void of blackness and started to confidently walk forward. I was too far to turn back and go who-knows-where, and too far away to trust where I was going, or even if any plan I made was a good one. I'll just have to trust my instincts on this.

I start my journey to the village (?), and away from the lands (and corpses) behind me. Not like the moving forward was going to change the fact that I was a fucking murderer.

Uhhh... so yea... I updated. But with a short story. I really like this idea, so if any of you want to adapt it and write a story out of it, feel free. Just tell me because I would love to read it. That's it. Until next time!

~ Luna