Authors notes: hey sorry for the long time not updating, but here it is so ENJOY!

Stan reluctantly opened his eyes, he ached and felt sore. This all seems strangely familiar he thought and focused on the surroundings and saw, trees! I'm in the forest, again! He angrily thought, he paused as he suddenly realised; the events last night was real and actually happened. Well of course, he thought, why else would I be in the forest so early in the morning, again.

He leaned up but collapsed back down as he felt an explosion of pain in his back. He then remembered that he was shot and gave out a cry. He could feel the pain in his back and side, but was bearable, probably already healing. His skin felt sticky as he looked down he saw he was covered in blood, a mixture of his own and his victims. He felt it around his mouth. He felt sick, there was so much blood: covering his face, sticking to his hair, painted on his body and dried under his nails with a mixture of dirt.

"Eugh" he rolled over and heaved. Nothing came out, which sickened him more! "I killed innocent animals and ate them raw!" he shouted, he felt sick about what he had done, viciously killing those animals and tearing them apart. All his life he tried to protect animals from human slaughter, but it seems they needed to be protected from him. He let out a laugh. Oh the irony!

His body felt weak so he stayed still, he was in no condition to move and even if he could, where would he go? It wasn't as early as it was before and this time he didn't want people to see him running around wearing ragged jeans and covered in blood. He closed his eyes and tried to comprehend what had happened to him. What am I? He thought but he had few answers. His trail of thought was interrupted when he heard footsteps and branches snap, the noises became louder and he knew the person was getting close. He was too drained to move; instead he closed his eyes and waited for the shouts signalling he'd been seen.

"Stan!" a high pitched voice shouted. Well he didn't expect that, he opened his eyes and looked over at the direction of noise. Wendy stood still, rooted to the spot. It was as if she was under a trance; but then she snapped out of it and ran to him and crouched next to him. "Stan! Oh my God, Stan!" she shouted, her voice was shaky. "Wendy" he murmured. Her grey eyes were wide and filling up with tears. "What happened?" she asked, he tried to sit up but his body detested, she helped him sit up and he looked at her gratefully. "I'm going to call an ambulance" she said and shakily grabbed her phone. "No!" he said a little louder than he expected. She stopped dead in her tracks. "Stan" she said softly "you've lost a lot of blood, I need to get you to hospital" he stopped her again and grabbed her hand with the phone in. "can't go-they'll find out-can't let them" he mumbled, "Stan- I need to" she cried "please" he said, he knew if he went to hospital they would find out what he was and would take him away.

His blue eyes pleaded with hers. She nodded slowly and seemed to have become calmer. She helped him stand up and put her arm around him. He relied on her for support but she stumbled a bit because he was heavier than her. She managed to move forward, dragging him with her. As they walked he started to regain his strength, and relied on her less. "Were are we going?" he asked, she never stopped walking or even turning around to face him. "I'm taking you to my house, its closer and I can help you" she answered. He was going to detest but after all her house was closer, meaning less chance to be seen.

He could feel himself heal, it wasn't rapid, but at least he began to feel better. Eventually he began to walk on his own, Wendy looked at him uneasily "are you okay?" she asked, he nodded and continued. Stan had forgot how close her house was and that it backed onto the forest so no one would see them, she slowly walked up the garden, but he stopped. Wouldn't her parents be home? They wouldn't be happy if they saw their daughter sneak a boy in their house, wearing only ripped jeans and covered in blood. As if reading his mind Wendy turned around and signalled him to follow "it's okay, my parents are at work, they won't be back till eight" problem sorted he thought and followed, she silently opened the patio door but stopped and faced him, what? He thought.

"Erm, could you get rid of the leaves? Don't want them all over the house, my parents would get suspicious" oh he mouthed and looked down and saw leaves covering his body stuck to the blood. He brushed them off but couldn't reach his back. "Here" she said and stepped behind him gently brushing the leaves off, he felt himself going red, but he was covered in red so she wouldn't notice or tell the difference.

She stopped and gasped. "Stan, why do you have a b-bullet in your b-back?" she stuttered. Oh crap he was shot, she didn't wait for an answer and pushed him inside and quickly closed the door, taking her shoes off. "Yea, about that" he said "I was shot" he waited for her reaction "why are you so calm?" she asked. He didn't really know so he just shrugged. She managed to laugh "God you're so strange, I'm going to have to take it out" she said, he nodded. I bet this is going to hurt. "Do you mind if I wash first? I don't really like being covered in blood"

"But shouldn't i- oh just go up, you remember where it is?" she asked, it has been a while since he was here but he still remembered the rooms "yes, unless you've rearranged the rooms" he laughed slightly and ran upstairs, second door to the left, he opened it and there was the bathroom, just the way he remembered it.

Wendy ran upstairs and opened the door with her eyes closed "sorry, if your indecent, but I got you a towel" she held it out still with her eyes closed, Stan laughed "wens I'm just as indecent as the last time you saw me" she cautiously opened her eyes and blushed slightly but then smiled, he took the towel and on queue she walked out.

Stan hung the towel up and hopped in the shower, the water washed the blood and mud off him and he watched it go down the drain, he began to feel himself again. The pain in his back got worse as the water went into the open wound that still hadn't healed, his side hurt too, once all the blood had gone from his body and hair, he stepped out and dried himself. He hissed when the towel touched his open wounds, he quickly got changed and ran downstairs.

Wendy was in the kitchen "okay" he said "how do we get this out of my back?" she lifted a bottle of vodka. Stan looked at her blankly. "No, I'm not getting you drunk! Sit down" she stated, he obeyed and sat down but before he knew anything she poured the spirit into the wound. "Gah!" he cried out and jumped out of the seat.

"Sorry" she said "but this is for your own good" she stopped and put it on the table.

"How? Get it drunk?" he asked, damn that hurt! She managed a laugh.

"No, spirits help sterilise the wound so there won't be an infection" she answered, how does she know all this? He thought. She drew a large pair of tweezers. She lit a lighter in the other hand and put the ends in the flames, watching intensely "sterilising" she said before he could ask. "lean forward" he rested his head on the table "this-this will hurt, a lot" she said and walked closer, she gave him a look of uncertainty, but he smiled "trust me I've felt worse- GAH!" he shouted as the red hot tweezers entered the gaping hole in his back and touched the tender muscle.

She stopped momentarily but then continued. He cried out again. This hurts more than being shot! He bit his lip to stop him crying out. He felt a tug at the lodged bullet and he cried out "GOD DAMN!" he shouted.

"Stan I'm really sorry, just one more try, I'm sorry" she repeated. He whimpered as she tugged again. After a forceful tug Stan felt the bullet move. They both sighed and Stan sprawled over the table. "Thank you" he said, she placed the bullet on the table "ow!" he shouted again when she poured more vodka in the wound, "sorry" she repeated and held a patch on the wound, with one hand on it she wrapped a bandage around him to keep the pressure and hold it in place. "Ow" he whined but laughed, she rolled her eyes at him "baby" she muttered with a smile on her face.

She poured some spirits on the gash on his side and she bandaged it up as well. "All done" she said as he gazed up at her and smiled "thanks nurse" he said and she laughed but suddenly became serious "now spill"

Thanks for reading XD please review so I know what you think. Chapter 9 will be up soon, hopefully faster than this one! ;p