A Story Sample

A good friend of mine has been prodding me to post some of the stories I've been working on, and I've finally caved in. Here is the intro to a story which I've been working off and on for a year or two:

Death. What had been dreams for so long, became a reality. We were hunted, by the very people we loved and by the humans who populated the planet. Hidden for so long, we thought we were safe, from discovery. Safe from a world whom upon discovering the existence of us, a sub-race within their ranks, vowed to hunt us down and either exterminate us or use us as test subjects.

Eventually we were found out, living in a remote cave in South America, myself and the others that I had recruited thought we could live out our lives. Someone was careless, it doesn't matter who now, but one of our group let some information about us and our location slip to one of the humans in the nearby village and before the day had ended human organizations had converged on our little camp. These people, whom so many years ago when we were still like them, had sworn to serve and protect until we became different. They had waited until nightfall, until they thought we were all asleep, before moving in. Years of hiding had taught us well, some of our more trained individuals were masters in the art of camouflage and deception and stood guard while the rest of the camp rested, but the humans were prepared, they used technology to track our guards and eliminated them before they could give off the warning signal.

The attack, once it began, took everyone by surprise. No one expected the humans to be able to find us, much less get past the guards, but they came in force. When the first gunshots rang out it signaled what would be a long and bloody two days of running, hiding and fighting. Some of us banded together and began fighting back, using the various magical forces we had trained in to oppose the humans. Looking around I could see that we were surrounded; the green night vision goggles the humans had to wear making them easily spotted in the night. You could see and hear the sounds of gunfire, and the pale blue-green pulses of our fellows exchanging back and forth but we were outnumbered. I, along with some of the others in the camp ran and broke through the flank of the attack. There was no time to think, no time to help our friends, our instincts took over and we ran. Everyone split up, and went in different directions to not only throw off our attackers, but to safeguard our race as well. I found myself running with another fox, which I recognized after we had gotten far enough from the sounds of gunfire. The sun was just starting to peak over the horizon when we found a new cave to hide in, quite far from our previous camp. The fox was Darius, one of my original recruits, and a good friend and we spend the next few days in almost complete silence as the massacre began to sink in.