Don’t Look Back

(note, this is my first attempt at horror, this might get a little TOO dark...)
== Prologue ==
a Rainwing was walking into his new house. His bright yellow scales shining in the sun. He finally built his dream house. After 30 long years, it was FINALLY finished! As he walked into the house and down the long hallway...somethibg was off... it was a little too quiet in the hallways. So he started jogging. Running. Sprinting. Never. Getting. Out
== Chapter 1 ==
a dragon was playing with a butterfly knife. A small crowd of dragons surrounding him.
The young Hivewing threw the knife in the air, briefly caught it, threw it up again, and carefully caught it on the underside of his tail.
He flipped the knife and caught it in a way to show everybody that the ‘show’ was done.
the small crowd cheered at his smooth moves. He smiled.
Meadowhawk was never really the kind of dragon you could scare. That’s why he started doing the butterfly knife tricks.
He was the very best in his town. But people have been a bit edgy since the ‘incident’.
As Meadow hawk was shining his blade, a jittery sandwing with glasses and a pale sandy yellow hue walked up to him.
”M-m-Meadowhawk?” She stuttered, fiddling with her talons “I-I-I want you to l-look at something...” 
He raised a brow “Why?” He simply said, growling a little
the sandwing flinched a bit and said “w-well...I found this thing that s-smells pretty bad, and I think something d-d-dead is in there...I’m a bit queasy s-so I was wondering...if you could take a look?”
Meadow hawk tapped his snout with the knife lightly, thinking.
”Sure! I’ll come. I have nothing to do anyways..”
the sandwing seemed delighted as he said that “F-follow me!”
she led him to a beautiful lace to the left of the house when the ‘incident’ happened.
she led him to a place a few feet away from the house with plants covering the thing she wanted to show Meadowhawk.
she lifted a leaf and quickly covered her snout in disgust.
Meadowhawk immediately knew why.
It smelled horrible under this plant! Like somebody just splattered fish guts in the sun, are it, threw up the remains back into the sun. And sprinkled deer droppings onto it.
Meadowhawk dares himself to take a closer look at the thing. He lifted some leaves and quickly regretted it.
== Chapter 2 ==
It was...horrifiying.
splattered prices of meat drowned in blood and infections. Swarms of flies have eaten away most of the features, making it almost unrecognizable.
Meadowhawk could bearly make out the features to be an arm. He doesn’t know where, exactly, the arm ended because he ran away and lost his lunch behind a thick bush
”That bad, huh...” said the sandwing, walking up to him
”Horrible. It was a mostly-decomposed severed arm...”
The pale sandwing looked faint and lost her lunch behind the same bush
Meadowhawk took another look AROUND the devastating arm. 
He looked towards the house.
he took note that there was a decent dragon-sized hole in here.
Now he had many questions.
Whos arm is that?
Did they rip it off or did something else rip it off?
Why did something rip it off?
and the biggest question of all...
Will he and find the answers?
== Chapter 3 ==
Meadowhawk called the sandwing he talked to earlier to come with him to investigate further.
he brought a blanket to cover up the revolting arm as he stalked his way to the dragon-sized hole in the side of the house where the...incident...happened.
He would slide into the hole where the sandwing frightfully followed.
“I-I-I’m scared!” She squealed, shaking all over
”Quiet!” hissed Meadowhawk “your gonna get us caught!”
They walked down the long, dark hallway of the wooden house, with a small firefly lantern to light their way.
Was it just him, or could Meadowhawk hear something? He shook his head, probably the birds outside.
thing is...all of the animals were silent...nothing stays near this dreaded place.
Soon, Meadowhawk was sure his ears were playing on him, he jeard something, and so did the sandwing.
she looked more pale than usual, and shaking like a metronome.
Still, she followed.
Eventually, they came across a bright, yet surprisingly dull yellow...THING was up ahead.
it was leaning agains the wall and was about the size on an average dragon, except laying down and scrunched up into a ball.
Turns out...that was exactly what it was.
there was a terrified Rainwing curled into a ball on the floor, his once-bright yellow scales were dull in fear, yet, they stay yellow for some unknown reason.
”never getting out...hopeless..ho-o-opeless...it’s waaatching....mustn’t dissssobey” it murmured crazily.
Meadow hawk summoned some little courage he had “Excuse me? Are you lost? We can get you out!” He stayed confidently, trying not to show that he was scared.
The Rainwing‘s head snapped to them.
it was a horrifying sight. the scales on the hidden half of his face were stripped away...along with his right arm...all that was left there was a stub of infections and disease “MUST‘NT DISSAPOINT” he roared crazily, launching at the duo.
they screamed, and the sandwing, by inctint, grabbed his snout and pinned it to the ground. “We have to get him out of here!” She wailed, half from fear of the Rainwing and the other half of the entire place.
Meadowhawk nodded, his throat too dry to speak. He grabbed the RainWings snout closed as he dragged the crazed thing to the direction of the exit hole.
The whole time, the Rainwing did nothing but smile delusionally at them, as if he knew something.
the gang found the exit in less time than they thought and bolted out.
The Rainwing hissed at the dawns light as his eyes adjusted to the new lighting.
== Chapter 4 ==
Both Meadowhawk and the Rainwing descided to bring the poor dragon to the medical hut for treatment on...anything.
When they got there, he kept mumbling about ‘something hidden’ and ‘he awaits’
”I uh-Ahem- never got your name” said meadowhawk, to the timid sandwing
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