PROLOGUE:
A young boy sprinted across the forest floor, panting wildly. Close behind him, another young boy with an orange coat and green hat chased after him. They both had terrified expressions on their face. Loud snarling and barking noises could be heard in the distance.
"S-Stan?" The boy with the orange coat cried.
Stan stopped in front of a large tree. "We're going to have to climb the tree and stay there for the night. We can't keep running!" Stan panted, putting his hands on the tree.
Grabbing onto a branch, he slowly pulled himself up. He looked up, spotting a good spot to rest for a little while. He jumped, grabbing onto a higher branch and pulling himself up. The boy with the orange coat was about to climb the tree and join him, but then his hat suddenly flew off.
"Dammit!" He growled, chasing after it.
"Kyle, you need to get up here now! Your stupid hat doesn't matter right now!" Stan yelled.
"I don't care, I'm getting my hat! I never go anywhere without it!" Kyle replied before disappearing into the darkness.
"Ugh, goddammit…" Stan mumbled under his breath, debating over whether he should get down or not.
Kyle continued to run after his hat, until it finally got stuck on the branch of another tree. He grabbed it and put it back on before jogging over to the tree his best friend was in. Right as he jumped up to grab a branch, the growling and snarling got louder. Frightened, Kyle looked over to where the sound was coming from.
Wolves.
About three of them, all standing in the darkness, slowly approaching the young boy. Kyle began to panic, and hurried to get up the tree. The wolves all ran over, barking loudly. One of them jumped up in attempt to grab the boy, barely missing. Kyle let out a scream and tried to grab another branch, but it was too far away. The only way he could make it if he were to jump, and it was too risky. He looked up at Stan, fear in his eyes. Stan, not sure about what to do, reached down. "Grab my hand!"
Kyle reached up and managed to grab the black-haired boy's hand and let out a sigh of relief as he started to pull him up. Then he heard a sudden snap.
The wolves had broken the branch below the frightened boy's feet.
Kyle let out a scream and frantically tried to join his friend, but with no support from the branch below, Kyle's weight was too much.
"Stan.." Kyle said, staring right into Stan's face.
Stan looked directly into Kyle's bright green eyes. "I'm so sorry…" he whispered, a tear running down is face.
And with that, Stan let go of Kyle's hand, letting him fall right into the middle of the wolves. Kyle let out a shriek as a wolf but into his shoulder, another biting into his leg. The last one knocked his hat off and bit into his neck. Blood spilled everywhere.
Kyle let out one last screech before everything went quiet.
Kyle was dead.
Stan began crying his eyes out as the wolves dragged his super best friend away. He wished he could have saved him, but he just couldn't hold on any longer. He cried even more once he looked down and saw the blood splattered everywhere. Once he was certain it was safe, he jumped down from the tree, partially falling into the blood. He picked up Kyle's bloodstained hat and got up, looking at it.
"Oh, Kyle…" he sobbed.
He never wanted his best friend to die… not like that. He held the green hat close to his chest, not wanting to let go. That hat was his last memory of Kyle. He looked down and slowly began to walk home, without his best friend by his side.
Well... how do you guys like it so far? I haven't written a story in forever, so I really hope you guys like this one!