Chapter 3

The Outlaw

Kyle stared at the reflection in the bathroom mirror in pure terror. What stared back at him was not a nine year old boy, but a horrible monster. Had Kyle been a bit older he would have thought that this was a nightmare, but as a veteran of several horror movies (and the fact that he lived in South Park), made him realize the awful truth.

He had been bitten by a werewolf.

Now he was a werewolf.

He was still about the same height he had always been. He had bright red fur, the same color as his hair had been, and a long fluffy tail. His face had contorted into the fierce vestige of a wolf. He was still able to walk like a human.

Stealthy as he could he crept back to his room and carefully locked the door. After a moments thought he gingerly pushed his desk in front of the door.

He did not want to hurt his parents or his brother.

But what now? Should he try to wait this out? What if he did not change back by morning? Would he be stuck as a freak for the rest of his life?

His eyes traveled to the window.

A mountain lion was standing there.

Kyle closed his eyes, opened them again.

The lion was still there.

It gazed into his eyes with a strangely gentle expression. It turned away from the window and beckoned him with its tail.

He didn't know why he was suddenly opening the window and leaping out onto the ground, but he was. The lion was running away from him now, but it kept looking over its shoulder as if trying to make sure Kyle was coming.

Kyle suddenly found himself on all fours.

Following the mountain lion.

Kyle cursed to himself as he padded past the same tree he had passed three times already. Somehow out here in the woods he had lost the mountain lion…and now…he was lost.

"Awww, is the poor little puppy lost?" a gravely voice called from the darkness.

Kyle whirled around and meet the golden eyes of what could only be another werewolf. A big, obviously fully grown white one. Kyle recognized him…or rather he recognized the teeth.

"You! You did this to me! You bit me!"

"Isn't it wonderful? No longer being restricted by that feeble human body? How are you liking the strength Puppy? The power? The rage?" The white werewolf was grinning like a maniac. "Come with me."

"Never." Kyle growled. This creature, he was evil. Kyle did not need anyone to tell him that.

"You belong to me now, Pup. I bit you, so now you are mine. Come."

Kyle snarled. "No."

"Do as I tell you, Pup…unless you want me to start our relationship with a beating?"

"We have no relationship. Go away!"

"You are MINE!" the white monster bellowed and lunged for Kyle.

A dark blur darted in between them and lunged for the white werewolf's neck. Kyle jumped backwards and gazed at another werewolf, this one pitch black. Another werewolf, a silver grey one, leaped on the white one's back and started nipping at his ears.

Something heavy bore Kyle to the ground. Kyle started to flail and struggle, but stopped when he heard a familiar voice in his ear.

"Jesus, stop that Kyle. Lay down and shut up!"

That voice? It was definitely familiar, but different at the same time. Usually that voice was tense and hyper. While there was still a hyperness about it, there was not the usual underlying tones of paranoia that usually went with it.

It could not be…

"Tweek?"

The weight left his back and Kyle scrambled to his paws. He turned and faced his attacker. It looked like a…blonde werewolf about his height…

"Tweek?" he asked again.

The blonde werewolf nodded.

Kyle stared at Tweek, or the werewolf that was calling himself Tweek, as if he had three heads. It was true that this werewolf did seem to have some of Tweek's mannerisms. For one thing he seemed to be shaking uncontrollably, though the usual nervous air was gone. His eyes still bugged out and his blonde fur was standing on end…but how could Tweek be a werewolf?

As Kyle was staring at "Tweek" a pair of shadows fell across the two of them. Kyle looked up and nothice that the black werewolf and the grey werewolf were stadign over them. Just staring.

Kyle suddenly felt the urge to run away.

"Is this him?" the grey werewolf growled and poked Kyle roughly.

"Yeah, it's him. Kyle Broflovski." Tweek answered.

"Good, we've found him. Okay, Pup, you are coming with us." The black werewolf said.

"What is this? Werewolf recruitment night?" Kyle growled "I'm not coming!"

"Oh yes you are." The grey one said, and before Kyle had time to protest she had grabbed him in her teeth by the scruff of his neck and started to physically drag him.

"LET ME GO! STOP IT! GRRRRRRRRR!" Kyle struggled and nipped, but the grey werewolf did not seem to notice.

What was worse, Tweek started laughing at him.

About ten minuets later Kyle had finally gone limp. He was still growling, but he just did not have the energy to fight them anymore.

"Where are you taking me?" Kyle snarled.

"The Den." The black werewolf said. He seemed to be the most calm about this whole situation. "Trust me, kid, this is better than going with the Outlaw."

"The Outlaw?"

"The werewolf that attacked you. You'll see when we get home."

"Put me down. I'll walk." Kyle tried to bargain with the werewolves. If he was going to be taken prisoner he might as well do it on his own two (okay, four) legs.

The grey werewolf growled, but set him down.

Kyle snarled, but said nothing. He started walking along with the werewolves, taking note of the fact that the three of them basically surrounded him.

Soon they arrived at a cave. The black werewolf led the way into the cave, followed by a disgruntled Kyle, then Tweek, then the grey werewolf in the rear. The smells of what had to be many, many werewolves attacked Kyle's senses.

They arrived at a silent pool in the middle of a large cavern. A stair like group of rocks led upwards to a big hole in the cave ceiling. Moonlight soon on the pool. It would have been very pretty…if it weren't for the pack of werewolves that were lounging on the rocks.

"Moonsong! Moonsong! We have found the Outlaw's first victim! He is here!"

A silver werewolf appeared at the opening of a cave high above the cavern. Gracefully the large monster leapt down and approached.

"So you are here…what in the world are we going to do with you now?" the silver werewolf, Moonsong said.

Staring around at the mostly hostile werewolf faces around him, Kyle wondered the exact same thing.

And he was terrified of what the answer might be.