I'm glad you guys found the story interesting! And now I'm even more motivated to do better. Here is chapter 2. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

The room is alarmingly silent, only to hear the radios static which only add to a more horror story feel. I hold my stick in front of me in a defensive manner. Anyone or any "thing" could pop up at a given moment. The thought of climbing up the entrance was a good idea. Even if it meant stranding myself out there in the bitterness of night. I quietly tip toe two steps towards my exit until I hear a crack on the floor and I freeze. It's coming from that dark hallway. I try to move another step but then I freeze up again. This time, I make out to hear heavy footsteps coming my way. It was louder than it should have been. I can't possibly climb up out the entrance without being spotted so I look for a place to hide. There was a wooden table in the room and a rigid old velvet couch. I head behind the couch and I wrap my arms around my knees. I shake excessively and bite my lips to insure my teeth won't chatter. I see a shadow across the room and it must be "it". Monstrous and deadly by the look of it. Shutting my eyes I only listen to the slow thumps it makes. Go away I think to myself. I open my eyes again only to sneak a peek around the bottom corner of the couch. The only thing I can spot is his shoes and it was clear why it was so loud. They looked very heavy to carry around and had a sleek shine to it as if it were made of iron. That alone would be enough to kill me with just a kick to the head.

I stay low and sit against the couch hoping he'd leave me to make my escape. A minute passes by and I wonder why he hasn't already. I stare up at the wall and see his shadow walking slowly left to right like a guardsman. I wait another minute and it's silent now. Did he leave the room? I didn't hear him go back though. Just as I was going to stare up at the wall to assure he was still there, the room went completely dark before I even had a chance. He blew out the candle. Darn this!

My heart's beating three times its normal speed and I'm breathing very hard but try my best to keep it quiet. I look frantically over my shoulder and in all different directions. I can't even tell if he's next to me. Forget this. I'm going to escape. And I'm going to run as fast as my twig legs can carry me! I don't even care if I am spotted, it'll be better than playing this game of hide and seek. I swallow hard and wipe the sweat off my forehead with an arm. I mentally count to three. One. Lightly pushing my arms up from the floor. Two. Quietly get into my racing position. I take a slow deep breath and feel time stop in that split second. Here I go. Three! I spring across the room and sprint! Bullets are being fired the moment I run! I don't stop. I can make it. I can make it!

I don't make it.

One bullet hits my arm and I'm down on the floor. I try to crawl with one arm but someone collapse on top of me. I feel two strong hands wrestle my arms in a secure position. I holler as loud as I can. "Help! HELP!" I scream as I struggle to set myself free. I try to yell again before he places his palm over my mouth. I muffle through it.

"Shh! They'll hear you!" he said in an angry tone. His voice was low, smooth and surprisingly calm even when he shouted. And what did he mean by "them" hearing me? I whimper in pain and he directs his eyes on my wounded arm.

"Stay here. I'll bring something for that." I stay in position but I still fear him. I can still try to leave. The thought quickly escapes my mind when I try to evaluate the situation. Even though he sounded dangerous and shot me without hesitation, I couldn't help but feel he meant no harm. And the thought of "they" hearing me, tells me I'm better off in here than I am out there.

I hear him come my way and I try to relax. The opening I came through from the forest beams a little light from the moon. Just enough to see his black silky fur. He kneels beside me and grips my shoulder. "Stay steady. It'll hurt" he says. I widen my eyes. At least he's honest I think to myself.

He places a piece of wood in my mouth. "It'll help with what's to come. Ready?" he asks. I squeeze my hands and nod in agreement. He wedges in what looks like thin tweezers in the wound. The pain is unbearable and I let out a small squeal. If I didn't know any better, it felt like he was doing the exact opposite of help. He twists the tweezers trying to grab the bullet. I dig my teeth onto the piece of wood and shed out a few tears as well.

"Almost got it. Hang in there," he says. I squirm a little but try to remain still. The pain feels like an eternity. "Got it." I lay my head back in relief. He holds out a silver bullet with blood around it. I'm just surprised there's blood still left in me with the hell I've been through. He then pours a bit of iodine on the wound and rolls a bandage wrap around my arm.

"That should do it," he says. I'm a little too stunned for words as I try to take this all in. I do nothing but stare at the floor. He notices I'm shaking. "I'm sorry for the trouble," he apologizes. Right then and there I look up and notice his eyes. They're a dark shade of red. It scares me a little at the sight of how devilish they are. The moon dims a hint of light but everything grows darker. The loss of blood is probably making me hazy headed. Slowly closing my eye lids, they struggle to stay open. And I pass out.

And there we have it. What's to come of this darked skin, red eyeish fellow? Why did he help her instead of finishing her off? Who should they be hiding from? Answers will be revealed so stay tune. DOOOON"T MEEZ IT!