The Bite
~~~~~~~~~~~~~CHAPTER 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Reamus was a happy and completely normal boy, up until he turned 8. Here is his story.
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Reamus pushed his light brown hair out of his face as he climbed up higher on the tree
he was trying to get to the top of. The tree was a huge sycamore tree and it was about 20 feet
tall. That wasn't too hard for him though, because he was about 4'6. He was tall and thin, had brown eyes that turned blue and green, and light brown hair that went just below his ears. He would have needed glasses, but he decided not to tell his parents he couldn't see to great.
He looked at the sky, and saw that the sun was starting to go down. "I guess I'll go back" he muttered to himself. He slid down the trunk of the tree and hoped off it. He ran down the dirt path and he got back inside in 5 minutes. He slid into bed and listened to his bratty
4-year-old brother scream in the room next to him. At 12:00AM he got up and snuck on some shoes and a jacket. He pushed open the door as quietly as possible and went outside. The lukewarm humid air brought a steady, comfortable breeze beating against him. He walked over to the gate and opened it, he brought the lock with him and then he hoped the last fence that set him away from the huge yard.
He went into the woods and he walked for a while, then he heard a steady breathing behind him. He turned around and saw a black animal with glowing yellow eyes. He started to run for it and then he felt a horrible pain on his back, and it spread downward in seconds. He collapsed and the thing started biting his leg, suddenly he heard a voice say "Go look behind that tree, Mattie." Then he blacked out.
"Reamus, Reamus, are you okay?!"
"Mommy, I think he is waking!"
He let out a groan and rolled over and felt a horrible jolt of pain. He forced his eyes open and said in a hoarse voice "What happened, Mom?"
"You have gashes in your back that are 8 inches long, and bites all over. Well, honey, last night was the full moon...and, er, well-
"Well what?" He said, dreading the answer.
"You were bit by a werewolf." said his brother cheerfully.
Reamus groaned again, hoping for this to be a nightmare. But he realized you don't feel real pains in dreams, so it is true. Tears began to go down his cheek, and he felt like just about
going hysterical, but he tried to stay calm for his mother. He knew his life was going to change forever.
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Well, how was it? I am going to right about other parts of his life, but I have writer's block, so, tata. (Oh, yes, and Mary, Reamus says H-E-L-L-O! Hehehehe!)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~CHAPTER 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Reamus was a happy and completely normal boy, up until he turned 8. Here is his story.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Reamus pushed his light brown hair out of his face as he climbed up higher on the tree
he was trying to get to the top of. The tree was a huge sycamore tree and it was about 20 feet
tall. That wasn't too hard for him though, because he was about 4'6. He was tall and thin, had brown eyes that turned blue and green, and light brown hair that went just below his ears. He would have needed glasses, but he decided not to tell his parents he couldn't see to great.
He looked at the sky, and saw that the sun was starting to go down. "I guess I'll go back" he muttered to himself. He slid down the trunk of the tree and hoped off it. He ran down the dirt path and he got back inside in 5 minutes. He slid into bed and listened to his bratty
4-year-old brother scream in the room next to him. At 12:00AM he got up and snuck on some shoes and a jacket. He pushed open the door as quietly as possible and went outside. The lukewarm humid air brought a steady, comfortable breeze beating against him. He walked over to the gate and opened it, he brought the lock with him and then he hoped the last fence that set him away from the huge yard.
He went into the woods and he walked for a while, then he heard a steady breathing behind him. He turned around and saw a black animal with glowing yellow eyes. He started to run for it and then he felt a horrible pain on his back, and it spread downward in seconds. He collapsed and the thing started biting his leg, suddenly he heard a voice say "Go look behind that tree, Mattie." Then he blacked out.
"Reamus, Reamus, are you okay?!"
"Mommy, I think he is waking!"
He let out a groan and rolled over and felt a horrible jolt of pain. He forced his eyes open and said in a hoarse voice "What happened, Mom?"
"You have gashes in your back that are 8 inches long, and bites all over. Well, honey, last night was the full moon...and, er, well-
"Well what?" He said, dreading the answer.
"You were bit by a werewolf." said his brother cheerfully.
Reamus groaned again, hoping for this to be a nightmare. But he realized you don't feel real pains in dreams, so it is true. Tears began to go down his cheek, and he felt like just about
going hysterical, but he tried to stay calm for his mother. He knew his life was going to change forever.
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Well, how was it? I am going to right about other parts of his life, but I have writer's block, so, tata. (Oh, yes, and Mary, Reamus says H-E-L-L-O! Hehehehe!)