The boy ran, and ran, until he couldn't run anymore.The boy ran, and ran, until he couldn't run anymore. He stood, bent over, hands on knees, breathing hard. His shirt stuck to his sweaty body... Like a bad nightmare, his mind refused to dwell on it had seen. The boy leaned against a tree, trying to re-gather his breath, and work out a stitch in his side... A large furry paw clamped hard on the back of his neck, and Jack found himself lifted in the air. unable to even open his mouth. Paralysed with fear and exhaustion, he could only wait, helpless. While one paw held him easily, the other ran itself across his body, feeling him up through the soaked shirt. Something warm, and wet rubbed itself against the small of his back, and ran down one butt-cheek, leaving a sticky trail. What the hell?!, thought Jack, If it is going to kill me, why not get on with it. But this creature had other plans! The werewolf tossed him onto the soft grass, then it lay on top of the squirming teen. He felt it's furry body press against his chest, and something pointed pressed against the valley of his buttocks. Then three things happened almost at the same time; The hand that held his neck, clamped itself across his mouth, the other paw dug cruelly into one thigh, and the pointed stick that was poking around his neither end, grew into a sharpened telephone pole, as it plowed a furrow in his butt flesh, and forged a passage up into his bowels. |