Chapter 2.

Louis' POV.

I had only just got close to the deer when I heard the mighty roar coming from the trees, I froze with fear, it was a bear. I started to sweat and shake violently and hyperventilate like Emmett and I both do when we laugh too much, but I wasn't laughing now.

I knew what I should do, run like hell, I was a fast runner, really fast, faster than most people, I wasn't the strongest like Emmett, but I was the fastest, I great advantage when there's a bear. But did I use it? No. I just stood there like a fool.

"LOUIS!" Emmett yelled from a distance. I didn't even turn; I was too focused on the dark figure approaching me from the bushes. It looked big, I couldn't see properly because of the dark but I could tell it was male, strong, big and hungry.

The bear neared and growled at me. I stopped breathing. It roared then raised a paw and swiped my left arm, pain sparked through my body, it hurt so much I couldn't feel it, I screamed out though.

"NO!" I heard someone growl, then a dark Emmett shaped figure jumped out from the large rock onto the bears back. The bear roared in protest. Emmett wrapped his strong arms around the bears neck,

"Louis! Go run! Get Dad quick!" He yelled over the growls.

The look in his eyes forced me to leave, run as fast as I could, I hadn't brought my gun; it was at camp, it would be quicker to find Dad, he would be only around half a mile or so from the camp, I ran full speed to find him.

"DAD!" I yelled every so often. Finally he ran over to me with Liam.

"What is it? Oh my god Louis! What happened?" He looked at my arm.

"Quick, we have to help Emmett! There's a Bear!" I yelled.

"Emmett is with a Bear? How big?"

"Enormous! Lets go quickly! Before..." I trailed of letting him realize what I was going to say.

I nodded quickly and grabbed his wrist, ignoring the pain searing through my arms as I did.

"Why in god's name did you leave him?" Liam yelled at me as we ran.

"He told me to get help; we left our guns at camp." I growled back, tears were threatening to escape now; I'd left my own brother, my baby brother. What have I done?

We got to the camp then.

CRACK!

An ear-splitting cry of agony erupted through the clearing.

Emmett's POV.

As soon as Louis left I was alone with the bear, I tried to choke it, and no way in hell did it work. I was strong, but not that strong. What happened next, I didn't expect. The bear fell on its back, crushing me underneath its weight.

"God Damn it! That hurt!" The bear started to get up, when it was up, it sat down a few feet beside me, staring at me intently with black, cold beady eyes.

It watched me as I tried to get up. My intuition flickered then, it wanted a hunt. I quickly scrambled to my feet. I gulped.

"RUN!" My brain yelled, I knew I shouldn't, I should either make myself bigger OR I should drop to the floor and play dead. But being the fool I was, I ran as fast as I could, I wished I was Louis, he could go so fast it was unreal, I was fast, but not fast enough. I ignored my muscles as they protested against me running any further. I wondered if Louis had got Dad and Liam yet, could they help? No, too late, way too late. I was dead.

I carried on, my lungs burned, I had problems with my breathing anyway, because I was born too early, this was going to do some damage, it felt like liquid cement was slowly being poured inside my lungs and was slowly hardening inside me. I tried to ignore them. Before I was even out of the clearing I heard a loud CRACK!

I collapsed into the ground. My scream was hurting my ears and my head, I don't even know how I could scream with my lungs hurting so bad, but I did.

I scrambled onto my back to see what had happened. My leg was throbbing and burning, it was worse than cramp, it was so much pain that it was beyond the point of going numb, it was hurting like hell. God did it hurt, I whimpered.

I dared to look at it. Blood surrounded my leg and drenched the bottom of my left trouser leg. They were ripped around the shin, I saw why, the bone of my leg was sticking up at an odd angle and was jagged. The beast had charged full power into my leg, breaking it in the process.

I screamed when I saw.

The beast raised a paw, aiming for my face, I held up my right arm in defence, it caught my arm in its jaws. It looked into my eyes, his were a flat soulless black, they bored into mine.

He kept eye contact as he applied pressure to my arm with its dagger like yellow teeth. I yelped in pain, I twisted and turned, trying to break free. I heard a crunch, it'd broken my arms now, it let go when I screamed.

I tried to back away but it put a paw on my chest to stop me, it got harder to breath as it pushed down to get closer, when it finally got to my face, it roared. His breath was vile, ghastly, I could feel its unwelcome warmth plaster my face, I very nearly threw up.

I think that roar must have translated to; "Playtime."