Chapter 8: The enemy

Stan kept going, when he ran into the edge of a cliff. It was so far down, that he couldn't see anything but mist. He looked ahead. There was no way for him to get across. There had to be another way. But before he turned around, he heard the voice again. He looked down and saw some small figuring dangling.

The person seemed to be struggling, as he held on to a branch.

Stan couldn't let him die. "Hang on!" He got out his rope, and tired it around a rock. He then tossed the other end down."Grab on!"

He grabbed on to the rope, and let Stan pull him up.

After a full minuets of pulling, the two rested on the ground for a couple of minuets. Stan then looked at him. The person was his same size, but he had a helmet over his face, so he couldn't see what his face looked like. "Are you ok?" Stan asked.

He said nothing, and just stared at him. But he then got up, and ran away.

Stan grew curious, but then more concerned. Bug Feet said that Stan couldn't trust anyone. Anyone who he faced were his enemy. Oh no. This guy could be after the reward! Stan started running after the stranger.

It wasn't long before Stan ran over and jumped on the stranger. "Hey!" the stranger cried. "Get off of me!"

But he didn't. HE had to win. He said he would try hard. He was gonna get that reward. The stranger pushed Stan off, and looked at him. Then all of a sudden, he took out some object.

Stan got up, and looked at him curiously. He then grew shocked when he saw that the object became a light saber. The color of a bright orange. Stan couldn't believe it. How could he win against that? But then he remembered he had a gun. So he took it out, and pointed it toward the stranger.

But the stranger quickly swiped the gun with his light saber, causing the gun to brake in half. Oh crap, Stan thought. The stranger started walking toward him, ready for a fight.

What could Stan do? He didn't have anything but his bare hands! He then saw the weapon coming toward him, so he dodged it. He then looked around, and saw a big fat branch. He ran over and picked it up. Then he turned around, ready for the stranger to attack.

The stranger tried to break the stick, but surprisingly it didn't break. Stan evilly smiled at him. "Our power is equal."

The stranger angrily attacked Stan, pinning him to the ground. But Stan's stick blocked the light saber from hurting him. Stan then hit him on the shin, causing him to scream out and fall. Stan then got up, and stood, ready for the stranger to fight him again.

The stranger quickly got up, and slowly stepped toward Stan, who stepped toward him. The stranger moved his light saber, ready to hit Stan. But he used his stick to block it. He started hitting the light saber, which was protecting the stranger.

They continued for 15 whole minuets, when Stan finally hit the light saber out of the stranger's hand. The stranger looked at it, but before he could go get his weapon, Stan hit him in the shin again, and ran over to get the light saber.

The nine year old evil grinned at the stranger once he grabbed the light saber. "There's no way you can win."

But the stranger, who started to scream, angrily attacked Stan, and pinned him to the ground. He started scratching him, but Stan finally hit the stranger's arm with the light saber. The stranger screamed, and got off of Stan.

Stan then started walking toward the stranger, and simply hit him again, this time causing the helmet to fall off. The stranger then fell back on the ground.

Stan started walking over to him, and gasped. "KYLE?!"

The Jew slowly opened his eyes, and struggled to get up.

Stan was in shock. The whole time he was fighting his own best friend?!

Kyle finally got up, and looked at Stan with a weak glare.

"Kyle...why?"

He didn't reply.

"Kyle. Why did you do this?"

He still didn't say anything. Instead, he walked over, pushed Stan to the ground, and took the light saber back.

Stan got up and faced his best friend again. "Kyle, why?!"

"Ask yourself that!" the Jew snapped.

"Kyle...I can't believe it."

"Believe it, Stan. It's my job."

"You're job to do what?"

"Do get it. To get the reward."

"What?! That's MY job!"

"I don't really care what you say, Stan! Bug Feet told me I had to do it!"

Stan gasped. "Bug Feet?! You know him?"

Kyle rolled his eyes. "Yes, I know him! You know him?!"

"Yes! He told me I had to get the reward!"

"He also said to work alone. Don't trust anybody."

Stan couldn't believe it. "That's right. I'm not suppose to trust anybody. Which means I can't trust you."

"Good job. You really are smarter than your dad."

Stan glared. "At least my mom isn't a b-!"

"Bug Feet also said that everyone is my enemy! So stand back, Stan. And maybe you won't get hurt." He ran off.

"No! You are not getting that prize! I am!" He started running after him, and finally caught up with him.

"No Stan!" Kyle cried.

Stan tackled Kyle to the ground. "I said I would work hard to find it."

"I said that, too! Now get off of me before I cut your head off!" He pushed his so called best friend off, and continued running.

Stan ran after him. He kept running and running, when he finally stopped at his best friend. They were both in front of a loud river. They both looked out at it in shock. There didn't seem to be away to get across.

Kyle then looked at Stan with a glare. "Where there's a will, there's a way. Even if it takes sacrifice."

Stan glared. "Don't' think you can do that, Kyle. I have to get that prize."

So I guess you guys were right. It was Kyle! I hope you liked it! Please review!