Meg Griffin - I Can Be A Hero, Too!

A Family Guy FanFiction written by Week85

Family Guy is created by and/or is property of Seth MacFarlane

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===Chapter 2: Forever Helpless===

Morning.

Meg is sitting down with her back against the trunk of a large tree. She's been sleeping like this all night. When the sunbeams of the morning sun reach her eyes, she slowly opens them. A blurry vision quickly comes into focus. Trees, trees, and more trees. She's still in the forest preserve.

Her first thought is regret for running away. Everyone must be worried sick about her.

"I'd better get back." Meg thinks to herself. "I know I broke the TV, but I don't believe dad will KILL me over it."

Meg looks around. The forest preserve is a different looking place in the day than it is at night, and she has no idea which way she was running last night.

Standing up, Meg knows that there's no way she'll find her way back home by just sitting around. She simply picks a direction and starts walking.

An hour later...

Meg is still walking through the forest.

"For a forest preserve, this place is huge." she says. "I hope I'm going in the right direction."

Meg continues to walk. The sun is shining through the thick forest from her right. Ahead, more trees. She continues to work her way through them all.

Soon, the sunlight begins to fade from view. A cloud in the sky perhaps? No. A fog. It's starting to block the view in the distance. Not phased by this, Meg continues on.

But the more she does, the thicker the fog gets. Soon, she can't see the leaves above her in the trees. Then the trees themselves go out of view. At this point, Meg stops. Lost in the fog, she has no choice but to call for help.

"HELP! HELP ME! I'M LOST AND I CAN'T FIND MY WAY HOME!"

As if to answer her call, a growl comes from behind her. Startled, Meg quickly turns around. What she saw wanted to make her scream, but, at the same time, took her breath away.

A large man covered completely in dark armor is standing there. A blood-red cape is flapping from his back.

In his left hand are 3 chain leashes. They're holding back the 3 black wolves in front of them. The wolves all have blood dripping from their mouthes and large, sharp talons to replace their paws.

The wolves are all struggling to lash out towards the frightened teenage girl, who is slowly backing away.

"Kill her."

After hearing the orders the armored man just gave, Meg quickly turns around and runs away. Almost at the same time, the armored man releases the chains, allowing the wolves to give chase.

Meg stumbles around in the blinding fog, trying her best to get away. As trees quickly come up to her, she turns, spins, rolls, jump, stumbles, anything she can do to get around them and avoid slowing down.

Those blood wolf things, whatever they are, will stop at nothing to reach their target. Evidence of that can be seen in the way they're slashing down every tree in their way.

This actually works in her favor, however. By destroying the forest around them, they're not moving nearly as fast as they normally could. Normally, these blood wolf things can move faster than most humans. Their need for senseless destruction causes them to to stray from their initial target.

But one thing is for sure. When they have a target, they won't stop until it's dead. And right now, their target is Meg.

"HELP ME!" Meg desperately screams for assistance. "HELLLLLLLLLP!"

The blood wolf things are slowly catching up to her. Meg is trying her best to escape, but those wolves are still gaining ground on her. One is in striking range. It jumps up to pounce on her. Just as the claw of it's front right talon touches her hat, Meg falls through the leaves on the ground. A hole is uncovered.

The blood wolf things gather around the hole and starts to dig through it. Unfortunately for them, their talons don't allow them to dig very well. One of the blood wolf things managed to hold on to Meg's hat, which it quickly shreds to pieces.

"Forget her."

The armored man walks through the thick fog, towards the blood wolf things, who are now sitting up like obiedient dogs. He grabs all of the chained leashes.

"We must resume the search."

Walking back into the fog, the blood wolf things follow.

In the hole, Meg struggles to get back up her feet. She's holding her left arm, because she broke it in the fall. She leans back against the hole wall and begins to cry.

One violent near death moment and she wishes, more than she ever did, that she was home. She wishes that she was with her family. The same family that laughs at her, mocks her, ridicules her...

Even through this time of grief and despair, Meg's mind still wanders.

Family is supposed to be there to help you through the bad time. Family is supposed to comfort you, protect you, and keep you safe from the bad things in life. When was the last time they did so?

Where were they a few minutes ago when she was running for her life?

This direction of thinking causes Meg to slide down to the ground and cry even more.

Alone in the hole, she cries for a long time.