Chapter 7: Sorry for a longer update but I finally have a life for the end of this month anyway. 2 parties already and I till have to go to another one and to do 2 more concerts. Damn you Halloween on Main St.! But I really don't mind just letting you know!

Groans of pain and agony was heard from the forest and another coming from the campsite where our boys are sleeping peacefully or so we thought...

KYLE'S NIGHTMARE:

Kyle ran through the forest as fast as his legs could, something dangerous chasing was him. He was running in the dense forest with only moonlight to show the way. He was panicking and he was thinking 'I got to tell him! If I don't make it, then he should!'

As Kyle make a sharp turn he yelled "Stan! Stan!"

As he turned left he called Stan once more. "Stan! Stan! Answer Me! Please! Please, Stan! Answer Me!"

He made another sharp turn as tears filled his eyes. He hastily wiped them from his eyes so his vision is not blurred. He ducked and jump over branches and tree roots that stuck out of the ground.

Laughter can be heard a good distance away. Not the laughter that children would laugh, it was an evil psychotic laughter. You know, a laughter that the insane murderer would laugh.

He was beginning to panic even more, as he ran through the blackberry bushes.

"Stan! Can you Hear Me?! Please Say Something! Stan!"

He came upon a clearing with a hill in the middle. He saw a figure standing on top looking at him. It was Stan! Kyle smile as tears fell across his cheek. He was relieved, that his Best-Friend was alright.

"Stan! Thank God Your Alright!" Kyle said as he ran on top of the hill to meet up with Stan.

"Stan, We Have To Get The Hell Out Of Here!" Kyle imformed him as he grabbed his arm and attempt to pull him down the hill to continue running. He wouldn't budge.

"Stan! What are you doing?! We have to get out of here he is right behind us!"

"Kyle, I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Sorry for what?!"

"I-I-I... can't go with you."

"What do you mean? There is a masked killer behind us!" Kyle was obviously confused.

"I-I got to go."

"What The Hell Do You Mean?! Stanly answer me, Dammit!" Stan winced at the use of his name.

"I'm Sorry." Stan apologize again as he began to fade.

"What?! What the Hell?! Stan! Stan! Don't Leave! Don't leave Me!"

Stan began to fade more and more as Kyle caught a glimpse as the crystal clear tears that fell down Stan's face. Kyle too, had tears run down his face as his hand slide down Stan's arm as Stan rose into the air. Stan's fingers slip through Kyle's hand as he mouthed one more sorry. Stared at the spot that Stan had disappeared from. Kyle fell onto his knees as tears drenched his face. He made no motion to remove them from his face as he is in deep thought, wondering what just happened. He looked up to see a masked man with an ax above his head in his blurred vision.

Kyle pleaded to himself "Don't Leave Me! Please! Come Back!" as the ax fell.

Kyle leaped from the spot in his sleeping bag as he raised up. Sweat covered his face and back and he tried to slow his breathing. He went to touch his face and noticed traces of tears remained on his cheek. He also notice that he had tears threatening to come down again. After he wiped his tears and sweat away. He laid back down with his arm covering his eyes. After a few minutes he removed his arm to look at Stan.

Stan was sleeping soundlessly curled up in his sleeping bag. Kyle breathed a sigh of relief, when he learned that he did not disturb him. He smiled to himself as he looked at Stan. Stan reminded him of an angel. No matter how cliché that it sounds, he did resemble an angel to him. Yes, to most people angel is beautiful and delicate and even though he looked handsome, he did not look delicate. I mean who would if they played football for years, but that was only skin deep.

Kyle knew that Stan wasn't delicate by first glance, 'but' Kyle thought 'If they only took another glance. Then they would see that he is more fragile then expected. Of course not physically but... emotionally and mentally. If they only took a second to see that.'

Kyle sighed as he turned away from the object of his desires. He closed his eyes as one last tear fell from his eyes. Thinking 'He'll never be mine. Why does it hurt?' And with that he drifted off to sleep.

And now we look at Stan. Who wasn't looking so peaceful, but disturbed as his dream took over him.

Whatcha Think?! Please Tell me it makes me So... Happy! Oh yeah! If you are wondering what happen to Kenny. He is under the table cowering from me. Bout Fucking Time!