Yeah...I had a very odd urge to write for the first time ever. I didn't actually think I had a creative side, so it came as a massive shock to me! Either way, the lack of it will show in this! Lol.
I haven;t titled it as...I didn't know what to call it! It's all just something I wrote tonight, I did minor spell checks to it online...as for some reason my word processor doesn't allow me to spell check! >_< So apologies in advance for any awful spelling, punctuation and grammar!

Anyway, without further delay here it is! Don't feel like you HAVE to say it's awesome or anything as...it really isn't (although I was kinda surprised at how much I wrote) XD I promised Larka I'd show her what I wrote. Comments would be pretty cool though!
So...enjoy I guess?

©Mike Greaves


The moon shone brilliantly over the clearing in the forest. The stream twinkled gently under the clear night sky, running through the clearing like a silver ribbon.  Beneath the thick blanket of trees, out of reach of the embrace of the moonlight, was darkness and deadly silence. The silence was broken by an loud cry for help, interrupted by a ear-splitting wail of pain, dying away into silence once again. A shadowed figure runs from the woods, and into the clearing, moonlight pouring onto them. A young man gasped for breath by the waters edge. He looked exhausted; his face was red, sweat rolled down his forehead, his clothes looked tattered, and were torn in places.

What's happening?  Who was that shouting for help?

The youth look around rapidly, he seemed clueless to where he was. He was lost and scared.

Jess? Mark? Alice? Grey? Where are you guys? Don't go back to the camp...

He knelt down, cupped some water in his hands and threw it across his face. Standing back up, he reaches into his pocket nd pulls out a small switchblade. He flicks out the blade, and holds it firmly in his hand, pointing it towards the direction of the darkened forest he had ran out of.

What were those things? Wolves? Bears? What do I do? Where is...

His thoughts were abruptly cut short by a shrill scream. He dropped the knife and cowered backwards, tumbling into the shallow stream. He quickly picked himself out of the water and scambled back to his feet, his clothes now soaked from his brief fall. His breathing now irregular due to exhaustion and fear. Someone else had been caught.

Jess? No, please don't be...I'm scared...this wasn't supposed to happen. Mum...Dad...

Once again, the forest was hauntingly silent. The terrified man rapidly scanned the area for his switchblade, the only thing he had that he could use a some form of self-defence. It had landed a few feet further from where he had stood. He needed that knife. He nervously crept over to the knife and knelt down to grab it. As his hand touched over the handle, something stood out in the darkness. Hand still on the handle, he slowly raised his head to look into the veil of darkness before him.

Please, no.. I don't want to die. I don't want to die... someone...help.

Amber coloured eyes, like burning candles in the night stared back at him through the shadows of the trees. It was what he had been running from. What him and his friends had been running from. His hand, outstretched towards the knife began to tremble.

This is it...I'm gone...dead. ...I...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry. Jess...

An deep noise, like that of a motorbike engine made the man snap out of his thoughts. Whatever it was staring back at him wasn't happy. It was growling menacingly, it didn't like him, not one bit. The creatures burning gaze remained fixed upon the man, coldly staring into him. It began to creep forward, slowly emerging from darkness, and into the what now seemed to be cold light of the moon. The young man, began to whimper slightly, his hand still outstretched, holding onto the knife handle. He managed to avery his eyes from the creatures cold harsh stare, and looked down at the huge paw that emerged into the light, claws gleaming in the glow of the moon. The man realised if he didn't run now, he'd be a goner anyway. He clutched the knife, and threw it at the creature. He didn't take the time to check if he'd hit it or not, he turned around and ran for his life. A thunderous noise came from the beast, a howl which seemed to echo throughout the entire forest. The knife must of hurt it.

A monster. Not a bear. Not a wolf. A monster! Help ...someone ...please...

The youth ran into the blackened forest across the other side of the clearing. He had no idea where he was going. He just wanted to be somewhere away from that thing. Avoiding the trees, branches and bushes was tricky in the pitch-dark of the forest, but he managed to make his way into the forest and away from the clearing  without tripping over, or being taken out by a low hanging branch. Looking round he realised that the clearing was well out of sight, but also realised that in the darkness of the forest he could barely see 5 feet ahead of him. Now he was completely disorientated, exhausted and lost. He had no clue on where he was, what time it was, what was happening or where his friends were. Terrified, exhausted and defenseless, the man rapidly looked around. Nothing but darkness greeted him wherever he looked.

What do I do? I want to go home...I...I'm scared...

Tears began to run down his face. He had given up. He had no idea what to do. Sitting on the floor against a tree the man huddled into a ball and covered his face, in hopes that he wouldn't have to see those eyes again. Those cold, piercing eyes.

Wait till the sun rises... when the sun rises... everything will be better. I won't die...

These last pieces of hope he clung onto were torn apart by the same sound that had sruck terror into him before. A deep growling, like before. It was directly behind him, directly behind the tree he was sat against.

No...not now. The sun will be here soon...thats not fair... No...

The tears began to stream down his face once again. There was no escaping this time. This was it. He huddled up tightly and lowered his head. He closed his eyes and waited for the beast to strike...

After what seemed like forever, the man opened one eye, his head still facing the dirt floor. The growling has stopped. Had it gone? Did it not notice him? He still dared not move, what if it was still close? How long had he been sat, waiting for the creature to finish him off? The man lifted his head up to see if he could see anyting ahead of him.

Cold amber eyes stared back at him. Candles in the darkness, they burnt with rage, with hatred. They had been waiting. Waiting for him to look up, to see the fear in his eyes. With a shriek of horror and disbelief the man fell to one side, this really was game over. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he had the chance, the beast was above him, those eyes still burning through to the poor mans soul. The man started to feel faint, the creature had sunk its fangs into the mans upper arm. He could feel the blood draining away, his vision fading slowly.

I... Mum... Dad... help...so scared... Jess...

The beasts chilling amber eyes blurred into the darkness as the man fell into a deep sleep.

The forest was once again silent. The brilliant white of the full moon glowed cruelly over the forest.

Last edited by TheGremlin (2009-07-02 22:07:43)