79--Run

Remus ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. Why had he gone outside during the full moon? Father had told him not to but he hadn't listened…and now he was running for his life.

The small boy glanced behind him and his eyed widened. The creature chasing him was gaining fast. He turned back forward and tried to speed up. But his legs were just too tired and his body couldn't handle the stress.

He stumbled and fell to the ground. He landed with a hard thump. He flipped over onto his back and the second he looked up he regretted it.

Right in front of his face was the monster; was the werewolf. He was scared—no terrified. He truly thought he was going to die. He had heard stories about what happens to those unfortunate enough to cross paths with a werewolf.

Remus closed his eyes and began to cry softly. He didn't want to die.

He opened his eyes again just in time to see the beast launch toward him. The next thing he knew was blinding pain and then nothing.

Hours later Remus woke up to the sun's rays on his face. The first thing he realized upon waking up was that he was still outside; the next thing was that he was in blinding pain. Sobs escaped his mouth as he opened his eyes.

As his vision cleared he saw a gigantic man towering over him (even when the man was sitting down he seemed to be six stories high to the small boy). The man leaned down and gave a bone chilling smile.

"Tell your father that we're even boy," he said to Remus with that crazed smile.

That was it. Ignoring the pain and letting his flight or fight reflexes take over he ran. Ran and just kept running.