An Author's note: A few things I must say before I continue.

Number one: There will be no slash between the boys in this fic. At all. I've never interpreted any sort of gay feelings between the four South Park boys in the show, so I am not going to write it. It is very clear to me that the relationship between Kyle and Stan is mainly a platonic brotherly thing. I am pretty sure that Kenny also likes females (based on what you can hear from his dialogue…). As for Cartman…I don't really see him loving anything other than himself…

Number two: I am not going to follow werewolf lore to the letter; I am going to make stuff up. I tend to do much better when I make stuff up…pimpofthetitans knows what I am talking about, as he has read my work in the past…

Number three: Updates may be few and far between, and they might also come at irregular intervals depending on how fast the ideas come. I do have two other stories to worry about…not to mention the evil 10 page midterm…Frankly the only reason I started this was to get away from the dang thing for a few minutes…and also I don't want the idea to vanish on me…

Okay, enough babbling, lets start.

Chapter 1

Seeing Things

Bodies, even the small bodies of nine year old boys, are very heavy. If you happen to be nine yourself it is even more difficult to drag one through the snow in a desperate attempt to get said body to a house. It is even more difficult when your hands are slipping due to the blood running everywhere and dripping in the snow. Even when another person is helping you drag the body it can be pretty difficult.

It is even worse when, as you are struggling, some fat jerk is following along behind taking pictures.

"Cartman would you please put that damn camera down and grab his legs!" Stan bellowed as Cartman took yet another picture.

"No way, I'm adding this to my scrapbook." Cartman said gleefully.

"What scrapbook?" Stan demanded.

"My Scrapbook of Humiliation." Cartman grinned "Every pathetic event of your lives is carefully recorded in that book. Don't try to look for it though, you will never find it."

Stan had stopped listening to Cartman. He had more important things to worry about. Like the fact that Kyle was looking very pale.

However, despite this Stan was making pretty good progress. He could just see the lights of the houses in the distance, and he thought he could get his unconscious friend to the Broflovski house in time.

Finally, they reached the porch of Kyle's home. Stan shifted his friends weight and started to rapidly push the little doorbell button. The door opened to reveal a slightly irritated looking Sheila Broflovski. Her mouth was already open to deliver a lecture, but when her eyes fell to her injured son the only thing that came out of her mouth was a strangled cry. Then, like a tree that had just been cut down she fainted. As she fell Cartman's camera snapped yet another picture.

"Sweet." He said "Think I'll call that 'Timber'."

Darkness everywhere. Not to mention trees. And the howling, mustn't forget the howling.

Kyle looked around, trying to figure out where he was. He was certain he had never been in this forest before…yet it seemed familiar. He didn't like it.

"Gotta get out of here." He murmured. He started walking, but the trees seemed to move in and the darkness got closer…and the howling...

Kyle broke into a run. Something was wrong…why was he running with his arms?

The howling was on him, and he felt teeth on his neck.

Kyle jolted awake, scared out of his mind. He was a bit shocked to find that he was not in his room, but rather in a hospital bed. His right arm ached, as well as chest and side. He wanted to check himself to make sure that he was not missing any important bits, but he just felt so tired and drowsy.

What happened…oh yeah…I was attacked by…what was I attacked by? He couldn't remember. His head just felt so fuzzy.

He looked over the right. There was another bed with another person. A man with only half a head.

Kyle gasped. He closed his eyes, and shook his head. Then he opened them again.

The person was gone.

It's just your mind playing tricks on you. You're just seeing things because of whatever meds they've given you. You did not see a dead person.

The door opened, Kyle was almost afraid to look at it for fear of another hallucination. However, what came through the door was not another vision of craziness, but his friends…and Cartman.

"Hey, Jew, ya know you look like a scratching post now, right?" Cartman grinned.

"Go to hell, fatass." Kyle muttered.

"How are you feeling?" Stan asked.

"Like I've just been mauled…did it attack you or Kenny?" Kyle looked at Stan with tired eyes. Cartman let out a squawk of protest at being left out of the concern.

"No, we're fine." Stan said. "That must have been one mean bear though."

"Bear?"

"Dude, the bear that attacked you!"

"…was it a bear?" Kyle asked. "Did you see it?"

"Not really." Kenny replied.

"But what else could it have been?" Stan asked.

"I don't know…it didn't look like a bear…" Kyle struggled to remember what exactly it looked like "It…I think it looked more like a…wolf."

Cartman laughed. "Wolves don't come in that size, you stupid Jew. And they don't claw like that either."

"Hate to say it, but he's right." Stan said "That thing's prints were way too big to be a wolf's."

"Hey, maybe it was a mountain lion!" Cartman laughed "Maybe it wanted to claw the Devil outta you Kyle."

"Go sit on the train tracks, Cartman." Kyle growled.

"Okay boys, time to let him sleep." A nurse came in "Besides your parents are here to take you home."

Cartman left eagerly. The hospital was getting boring anyway.

"I'll come back tomorrow Kyle." Stan said.

"Me too." Kenny said.

"Can you leave Cartman in the woods?" Kyle asked, only half joking.

The nurse was approaching him with a needle. Beyond her he could once again seen the man with the half head. Kyle stared at the man as he felt a little prick in his uninjured arm.

His vision faded…

And he was in darkness again…

For the rest of the night he was plagued by nightmares. They were not only about running through an unknown woods with…that something on his heels. There were a few that seemed to feature him dying at this hospital in various ways. Gunshot wounds, heart attacks, animal attacks (those were the worst), it seemed like Kyle was experiencing the deaths of every person who had ever died at Hells Pass.

And a lot of people died at Hells Pass.

When he had woken up in fear for the fifth time (after having a dream about dieing from having a heart replaced by a baked potato, something that was way to familiar for his taste), he saw his parents sitting in those little plastic chairs beside him. Immediately he started begging them to take him home.

"Please Mom, I want to go home…please!"

"Now Kyle, you've been hurt very badly-" Shelia started, but Kyle cut her off.

"Please, I can't sleep at night…please…I…want to go home."

Sheila was about to tell him to stop being silly, but then she saw how desperate her son seemed to be. And, truth be told she really would have preferred him to be home where she could keep an eye on him.

So Kyle was taken home. He was still injured and bedridden.

But as soon as he got home the dreams stopped…for a while…