He led me closer and closer to the house until we could see what was happening through a window. We both crouched near the weeds to hide our faces as his father walked in the view. He had looked in the fridge to get something to eat, and then noticed the a present wrapped in blue wrapping paper.

"What in the world is this?" He asked himself, looking at the present, and then checked the label. "Oh it's from that kid." He said with disgust and knocked the present to the ground. His father went to go watch tv for a few minutes. I was starting to get irritated with all the waiting.

"So when is he going to have the surprise?" I whispered, in a sort of angry tone. The lamb shifted itself, clearly irritated, but stayed still. The boy had a mischievous smile on his face.

"Soon." He said wanting to laugh, "It...takes time. After a few more boring minutes, the father gave in.

"Well, I guess the least I can do is open it." He said, getting the present. He slowly unwrapped the wrapping, which tore of easily. I saw a solid, white box. His father shook the box and I heard a "Thump." The father's eyes filled with surprise. "Might be worth opening after all." He said lifting the edges of the box. I saw that the boy's face was looking serious in an evil way and a grin was on his face. The man finally opened the box and found himself looking at a dark patch of fur.

"What the heck!" The father said startled, as the dark fur began to move. He immediately jumped back, and then grabbed the nearest small chair to shield himself. The wolf pup looked at him with curious eyes and sniffed the air. Then it got down on all 4's and walked towards the father. The father eyes filled with fear as the little wolf got closer and closer to him. The tiny wolf bared its fangs and sniffed the father. The father slowly reached out to touched the wolf, only to have his fingers slide through it's pitch black fur.

"What are you?" the father cried. The little wolf looked at him curiously, and then bared it's then opened its mouth to reveal razor sharp fangs. The time seemed to freeze as I saw the boy snap his fingers, and made the wolf lung at his own father.

* There was the sound of snapping jaws, and glass breaking. Things were becoming a wreck and all I could do was watch. The lamb started to freak out so I shielded it's frightened little eyes with my hand, and whispered silently that everything was going to be okay. I quickly glanced at the boy who had a sinister smile on his face and just couldn't bear to look at this. The boy's father used a wooden stool to hold back the wolf, waving and trying to hit it; but the wolf just took a huge chunk of the stool and made it useless. He threw spoons, forks, and knives, but they all went through it. The wolf's mouth started to foam and it bared its fangs again wanting to attack.

The boy snapped his fingers, and the wolf immediately attacked his father. Blood splattered from his arm and burst from his chest. I quickly turned away as quickly as I could and hid the lamb's frightened face towards my beating chest. The father cried out at the sight of his bleeding hand and dismembered fingers. The wolf quickly started to bite at the man's arm, making bleeding holes of blood started to flood the floor. The boy busted open the window to see his father in despair with a smile on his face.

"What the hell is this?" His father yelled freaking out at the foamy wolf. The wolf just stood beside the boy with a grin.

"I want... him dead." Said the boy with a grin. I saw the wolf's form grow bigger until it pulled out a huge hair claw and clawed at the boy's father. The lamb started to freak out, shivering and shaking in my grasp. The boy's smile faltered just a little bit. The boy's father looked like a bloody mess, and the mini wolf held a huge machete into its grasp. A toothy grin spread across its face. The boy's father had a look of despair and reached out to his son.

"Please..." He said with tears forming in his eyes. "Help me." The boy looked at his father and stomped on the father's hand making the father yell in pain.

"I hate you." The boy said looking into his father's desperate, frightened, tear filled eyes. The mini wolf looked at both the boy and the father, and then jammed the huge machete into the father's back. Everything in my eyes froze as the father's final words were spoken.

"But I love you;" He said with his last breath. " I always did." the father said with a last smile on his face. The boy's eyes were finally opened with surprised. The sharp metal blade pierced the man's body, blood literally covering everything in the room. The man's body was sliced in half. A huge chunk was flung towards me, and I jumped out the way. It was all starting to come back to me. The whole bloody grandma, the woodsman, the wolf! It's too much to bare. My body started shaking and the lamb looked into my eyes.

"Baa?" It spoke trotting around me. I looked at it trying to get ahold of myself. Shaking my head, I stood up and looked at the boy, and put my hand on his shoulder. His face was full of surprise and shock that he was shaking all over. His eyes were full of fear and sadness.

"He loved me?" He said shaking harder, "Love...All those years of being rejected, and he loved me." He looked down at the lamb, and his eye twitched. "It's a load of bullcrap. Right?" Tears started to form in his eyes. "It's all fake, right mr. lamb?" The lamb seemed confused and just walked to where the boy could pick it up. "It's a...lie?" The boy shook like crazy and just sat down indian style with the lamb in his lamb. The only things that I remember were the sadness of those distant bloody in my mind, and the little boy with the lamb in his lap, hands to his eyes crying tears of pure regret and despair.

Two days after that, we decided to head out. The boy just left his father's body on the floor with a blanket to cover it. He decided to grab the biggest backpack he could and just put almost everything in the fridge into it. I was surprised that he could even move with such a huge, heavy backpack on his back. He seemed mopey as we walked and would often look at the dirty grass.

"So what do you want to do now?" I asked glaring at the scars on my arm.

"Don't know." He said sadly.

"Why don't we find a place to stay so you don't have to carry that heavy backpack." I said smiling to cheer him up. He nodded a little and in a few hours the sunshine turned to rain making the road muddy. My shoes kept getting stuck, but the boy walked in it like it was nothing.

"Hey what's your name?" I asked.

"I think it's peter, ...but I hate that name." He said looking at the lamb.

"So then you can choose a different name." I said encouragingly.

"Hmm, I guess Maybe." He said with a silent little a few hours, I stopped near a abandoned school. We walked into a pasture that was covered with dirty, dead bodies of people. Seeing about 3 dead bodies in one week was enough for me, so I decided to just sit down in the wet grass, curled into a tiny ball and tried to go to sleep. Peter sat down, placing the huge bag on the side of him.

Then he placed the lamb under the bag, which was quietly going to sleep. Peter then laid out on the grass looking at the stormy gray clouds, lightning crackled in the air, and the air was starting to feel humid. Peter's heart slowed down a bit as he laid his head on the soft grass, and closed his eyes. He thought he heard a jingle. Like a jingle of whistles and bells, and quickly looked around but saw nothing. Realising that, he quietly went back to sleep, and the last thing he heard before the deep slumber was the soft patter of footsteps, and a oh so familiar sound of a lamb.

Peter woke up to a bright and burning sun. It nearly burned his eyelids to a crisp. He opened his eyes to find a huge grassy plain where the wind blew in his face. He looked at the bag which was still slumping over from all stuff he put in it, but found no lamb. No lamb! Peter immediately got up looking around the bag, searching the pockets and everything.

"Red!" He cried, "Wake up!" The girl in the torn red coat and skirt squirmed a little shaking her head saying, "Just 5 more minutes, alright?" and went back into the slumber. Peter immediately shook her like a christmas present wondering what it is. Red immediately opened her eyes wondering what the heck was going on.

"Alright Peter, what's going on?" she asked brushing the dirt off her hood.

"The lamb's gone missing!" He said with wild eyes. Red looked over him and saw that there was no lamb near the bag and said, "Well the only thing we can do is go look for him or her, or it. Would it be an it? What is that lamb anyway?"

"Who cares about that?" Peter said getting the huge bag on his back, "We got to find it." Peter was running through the dirt road like it was nothing, leaving red to just waddle in the street. Red had to admit that Peter was amazing for being able to run in this blistering heat, but this heat was killing her. She felt like she was going to have a heat stroke. Red didn't know if her eyes were playing tricks on her, but she thought she saw an explosion at a huge dark building that was far, far away. Red decided to ignore it and continued to follow Peter to a small field. As Peter continued to run, he saw a girl with black hair that looked like she was in a school dress. It was both green and white. She had blue eyes, and had some type of herding stick. Peter didn't know what it was called but knew that it had something to do with sheep. He also noticed the lamb being held by her, stroking the lamb's fur oh so gently. The lamb seemed to enjoy it, and that's when red finally made it on the scene.

"Ok Peter, I'm here. Did you find the lamb yet?" She said out of breath. She layed on the grass gasping for air. The girl turned around with a surprised look on her face. She placed the lamb down on the grass, and it looked at Peter. If a lamb's face could be surprised then this lamb had it. It ran to Peter prancing around him baaing like crazy. Peter smiled kindly at the lamb, but looked at the girl with suspicion.

"So I'm guessing that's your lamb?" She asked with a smile. Peter nodded carefully, unsure of what the girl with do. "I could have sworn it was my long lost one." The girl stuck her stick into the ground, and Peter felt an unusual feeling coming from her. A surprising yellow aura came from her and her stick turned into a spiked mace. Her eyes began to get crazy, and the aura covered her who body shooting up into the sky. Peter was unsure of what to do so he sent the lamb over to red who was desperately looking for a bottle of water in Peter's bag. He let his own aura seep out into the air. Little by little, it came out, and Peter slowly got out his long machate.

"So you're one too." She said with a grin. She lowered her head, let her aura go to full power, and charged.