Disclaimer: Rangers Apprentice does not belong to me; I don't own anything. This takes place in Will's early apprentice years.
Will was walking through the woods. It was not yet sundown on Halloween and he was trick or treating. He had stopped at a good deal of houses and the pillowcase he was using as a bag was almost full with candy. He walked some more and after awhile he came to an old, shabby looking house.
Will walked up to the front door and knocked. After a minute an ugly, dirty, menacing looking man came out.
"Whata yer want?" he growled.
Will cowered at the intimidating figure and said weakly, "Trick or treat…"
"Trick or treat, eh?" The man glanced up at the sky and said, "Wait a minute and I'll give yer a trick."
Will knew he should be moving on but he was too scared to contradict the stranger. He looked up and saw a full moon rising in the sky. When he looked back at the man in front of him, he was horrified to see that his teeth were growing long and pointy, he was growing taller, and his body was being covered with hair.
The man's clothes ripped off and the creature in front of him roared. For a moment Will just stood there, frozen in fear, unable to move. This couldn't be true; this couldn't be happening. But he knew that it was. This was really the same kind of creature that sometimes haunted his nightmares, the kind of creature that he hadn't even known for sure to be real.
The man who had stood in front of him moments ago was a werewolf.
Regaining use of his legs, he backed away and drew his Saxe knife. The man sized wolf monster ran at him. Will raised his Saxe knife and began slashing it wildly. He cut off the monster's left arm, causing the monster to scream as blood flowed from the wound. With his other arm the monster slashed Will's chest. Blood began to cover his shirt. He was in massive agony and his chest felt as if it was on fire but he had to kill this monster. He raised his knife to stab the creature in the heart, but it was gone. Will turned around just in time to see the creature running towards him. He raised his knife, but it was too late.
He watched, helpless to save himself, as the monster sunk his teeth into his arm.
Even as it happened he couldn't help but feeling denial. This couldn't be happening to him- he could not have really been bitten by a werewolf. He couldn't be a werewolf. It simply wasn't possible.
But even as he was thinking that, an unquenchable thirst for blood rose in him.
And then everything went dark.
Author's Note: Reviews would be lovely! This was meant to be a oneshot, but there's a possibilty of me continuing it, if anyone thinks I should...