This is a little story that just came to me..I'm not really sure where its gonna go..lol. The story is from Shaggy's POV. I will write more for it, that should explain what happened ...there will be some flash backs in up coming chapters..well, enjoy! Please R&R. Sorry if there are any spelling or grammar errors I might of missed.

~Hunted By Secrets~

His eyes grew wide as another loud gun shot broke the silence in the frosty air. He tried to pick up his pace, but it seemed so difficult with all the deep snow he was standing in. The scruffy beatnik winced again as another sharp pain traveled down his leg. He didn't even quite remembered how it even happened. It might of been when he tripped and stumbled down the snowy hill, in his feeble attempt to run away.

That must be it. He thought.

His breath was visible in the chilly air, his eyes looked across the snow covered field in which he was in. The moon was huge in the sky, making the snow glitter and guiding him through the night, to where ever it was he was going.

Anywhere but here. He told himself, trying his best not to give into the urge that wanted him to stop and rest.

If I stop He will find me..and kill me..because of what I saw.. He kept telling himself. Another shiver ran through him--but this time from fear and not the cold. He felt like he was on the run from a psycho killer on the loose-- Well, he kind of was.

He looked back behind himself, terrified that he would see a dark cloud of Evil coming up behind him.

But nothing was there.

This is crazy! Even if I managed to make it some place to hide, I will still be found...my footprints are the only ones out here!! ..And even if its not my foot prints He will follow He looked down at his left leg...it was still bleeding, leaving drops of scarlet red in the white snow. Then it is my blood trail he will find ..and lead him to me!!
His pant-leg was ripped, exposing his wound. It had been bleeding much worse before and only began to stop just now.

There must of been something sharp--a rock perhaps-- that i cut myself on in the snow when i tripped..

He tried to think of something..some way that could help himself trick the psycho man. But he couldn't. His mind and body were numb-- by both cold and the fear of death. His legs felt so weak and his feet so cold...he thought his toes would freeze and fall off. He wanted to sleep. And needed to, infact. He was exhausted-- sleep hung heavy in his eyes.

I can't stop now!! He kept saying over and over again in his head....I have to keep going..for my friends!! .. Though, he wondered if there was any point in trying save them.

What if its too late? I mean..what if they already have the same awful fate as.. He shook his head. He had to stop thinking like that. So the only thing that made him keep going was the fact that there might still be some hope they could be saved.

The field came to an end and there was a road that stood in his way now. He crouched in the ditch as he watched a pair of bright headlights zoom past. He waited another moment before he scrabbled across the road. Luckily there were not a lot of cars out this night, it made it much easier to cross.

He saw the small farm house glowing in the moonlight. No lights were on, and there was a fence and red wooden barn here too. He stumbled up the driveway, his leg hurt much worse now, making every step more difficult then it should of been. He noticed what looked like fresh tire tracks going down the drive-way and he wondered if anyone was here..But it might of been best that the people who did live here left already-- For their own safety.

He knocked on the door and waited. He hoped and prayed that someone would come to the door. He knocked once more, his hand trembled in the process.

No one came.

So, what did ya think? :) I will try to post more soon.