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Chapter Two: A Walk in the Woods
It was a dark, dark night with no stars beaming their friendly and encouraging light down on the little landscape. The moon was full and round. Remus gazed at it intently before it was engulfed with light white clouds. Setting off at a brisk pace, he began to walk towards the wood.
As he walked, fog began to form, light and first, then getting thicker as the trees grew denser. Sinister shadows leered out of the darkness, the trees tugged at Remus's clothes, teasing him. A couple of times he nearly fell, getting his shoe caught in roots from the trees that seemed older then time. He found himself looking over his shoulder, his pace growing steadily quicker, and found that he was getting caught and tangled more and more. Soon, he was running, his own ragged breath cut through the silence like a knife, his heart was pounding fit to burst.
Then, out of no where, a figure loomed and pounced, fortunately missing Remus as he ran steadily forward. Keep running, don't look back. Keep running, don't look back. These thoughts pounding in his skull, as he frantically tried to find a way out of the forest. A cruel howl sliced through the night, causing Remus to stop suddenly. The howl was full of hate, of cruelty, of loss. Without even realising it, he cried out, pleading for help when there was no one around to hear him. A scratching came from the nearest bushes.
Slowly, he turned. Remus stared at the bushes, unable to move or run, consumed by fear. He had no wand, no way to control his "baby magic". No way to defend himself. Scanning the forest floor wildly, he found a large rock, and picked it up, noting how heavy it was. Another scratching sound came from behind another bush, Remus revolved quickly on the spot, brining the rock up to shoulder height, ready to attack.
A giant creature loomed out of the bushes, soaring through the air, it could not possible be human. It seemed almost suspended in the air, for what seemed to Remus as long terrifying minutes but what was, in reality, really only seconds. Fear paralysed him, he couldn't move, couldn't think. What was he going to do? He quickly snapped out of his trance like state, and heaved the rock at the creatures ahead. He turned and ran, thinking hopefully that he heard the rock painfully collide with its target.
Again he was running, running for his life his brain pounding with his heart. Run. Run. Run. It was almost like together they were beating out a rhythm, instructions for him to follow. RUN. RUN. RUN!
A pesky branch, belonging to those one of those century old trees almost reached up and grabbed his ankle, pulling him down until his face collided painfully with the litter on the surrounding forest floor. He looked up with dread only to see that horrible, ferocious creature looming over him. He heard it growl and tried to back away, but the way his foot had caught prevented him from doing so. The creature stood directly over him now, and a horrible ripping pain exploded inside him.
Remus took a frantic look around; he wanted to remember this, nature in all its beauty before he died. He had fallen in a clearing and could see the pitch black night. A cloud moved, and there was the moon, full and round, hanging there as a beautiful crystal orb, completely perfect.
A pulsing sound came from deep inside him. Remus felt more frightened at that moment then at any other time in his life. An unbearable pain consumed him almost completely, he couldn't stand it, he knew he was going to black out.
Before he did, Remus heard a howl escape him.
