Author's notes: hey again, sorry for long time to upload I've had no internet till today so I have uploaded ASAP. Well anyway I've tried something different so for this chapter it is going to be from Wendy's point of view and you'll see why. Now enjoy…
Wendy woke up at 7:30 and looked at her phone '1 new message' she read it and gasped in horror 8oclock? She only had half an hour to get ready! She jumped up and speedily got changed, blue skinny jeans, grey top and a thick light purple hoodie, as it would be cold in the morning. She wasn't very dressed up but it was just Stan, but they had kissed. A lot. Did she need to dress up? No time she thought as she rushed downstairs and ate a quick bowl of cereal, brushed her teeth and tried to flatten her messy hair after nearly taming the mess she gave up and ran downstairs, threw on a pair of trainers. She scribbled a note and stuck it on the table:
Mom and Dad,
Just gone out to meet up with Stan. Be back later and save me some dinner! You never did last time I went out!
Love Wendy x
Even though they were both at work, they would be coming home earlier today probably 3 and if she never left them a note they'd probably call the FBI or something! She slid out of the patio and closed it. No time to lock and ran down the garden and into the forest, she went just out of looking distance from the house as she never knew how far to go.
She looked at her phone 8:10. Oh no, I'm late. "Stan" she shouted, she looked around but couldn't see anything because it was early in the morning and it was still dark. Where is he? Probably running late she thought; Wendy noticed how eerie the forest was at this time, but what did she have to fear? She wasn't scared of the werewolf; she was in love with him!
She looked at the recent text Stan had sent her, something wasn't right. This was all in proper English, but Stan always wrote in text language. Also would he even be up this early? She heard rustling in front of her; she looked up and slid the phone in her trouser pocket. "Stan?" she asked, "stop fooling around!" she shouted.
"Don't you know it's not safe for someone to be in the forest this early?" a voice said "especially if you're on your own" she jumped back, alarmed at the new voice. Who the hell is this? "I'm not alone" she replied. The person laughed
"You look it" okay now I'm worried she thought
"Who are you?" she asked
"That doesn't matter, but I'm surprised that you don't recognise me" the voice started to sound familiar but she couldn't put her finger on it. "You don't scare me" she said in her strongest voice she could muster up at the time. The figure laughed again. "Oh but I do Wendy. Don't I?"
She felt her heart beating faster, she stepped backwards. How did this person know her name? Who is it? She couldn't run back home, they'd get her. She looked forward, it was too dark to make out who the mysterious person was and they were smart enough to hide in the shadows. It must be a man though; she thought the figures voice is too deep to be a woman's.
She pulled her phone, ready to call for help, she looked forward but the man was, gone? This can't be right she thought as she franticly looked around. Suddenly strong arms were wrapped around her; she screamed and dropped her phone. "Help!" she screamed but the figure laughed at her. "no-one's here Wendy" he laughed again.
"You're messing with the wrong girl" she growled. He laughed at her but this time she stamped on is foot, he roared out and released her. No time to wait, she thought as she ran off; deeper into the forest. She kept on running, not daring to look back. She changed her direction so that he wouldn't find her find her easily.
Eventually she ran out of breath and was forced to stop. She hid behind a tree and gasped for air as she felt her fast heartbeat. "You can't hide forever!" the voice shouted, she could hear the anger in his voice. But she kept her composure, otherwise she would be a sitting duck, she began to hear faint thuds of footsteps, drawing closer and closer each second. She fled from the tree; I'll circle back on myself and get out in the open she thought as she made her way from tree to tree.
A branch snapped right next to her and she ducked down and hid in some bushes, how could he find me so fast? She thought. "the thing about prey" the man shouted, she put her hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, "is that no matter how far you chase them away" the footsteps came closer "they always try and come back home" a hand shot through the bushes and grabbed her shoulder; she screamed as she was pulled out into the open. "Right every time" the figure laughed
"Let go of me!" she screamed, she madly swung her fists at the figure. One connected with his face, he let go of her again, she made another break for it but she felt a tug at her hood, "not this time" he said. She tried to resist it and run forward but she was choking herself. She cursed herself for wearing it today.
She tried one last trick; she lifted her arms up into the air and went to run again, suddenly she ducked and slid out of her hoodie, she laughed as she ran, didn't think that would work, she thought. She heard the figure roar in frustration as he chased her. She shivered from the cold as a short sleeve top wasn't very warm but she'd rather be cold than dead. She ran as fast as she could but the figure was closing in on her. He doesn't give up! She frantically thought as she was running out of ideas.
He kept on changing directions forcing her to go certain ways, what the hell is he doing? She thought, she turned around and saw that he was right behind her, his outstretched hand nearly grabbing her. He wore a black mask with eye and mouth holes which she hadn't noticed before, but it looked like he was smiling at her. Why would he be smile? She turned back around, too late. There was rope tied at the base of two trees which was right in front of her. About ankle height.
She tripped over the rope and cried out as she badly twisted her ankle and skidded across the floor, cutting and scratching her bare arms. She felt herself being picked up and pushed against a tree, she cried out as her weight went on her twisted right foot. The figure spat blood on the floor, she must have hit him there and he smiled.
"Well I must say you were harder to catch than I thought, am I hurting you?" he asked "well how's this" he lifted her up the tree so she wasn't toughing the ground but his hand was around her neck. She grabbed his arm and tried to pull it, but his arm stayed strong. I'm going to die, she thought as she gasped for air. "Oh I'm not going to kill you" the figure said, she looked up at him. "I need bait alive, it always works better" her eyes widened
"Stan" she coughed
"Yes" the figure laughed "it's about time we bring wolf boy to the party" he laughed. How did he know that Stan was a werewolf? She thought. "Still don't recognise me?" the figure laughed "and I thought you were a smart girl" using his other hand he lifted the mask up revealing his identity. She managed to gasp. "It's you?" she coughed, before everything went black…
Dun dun duhh…so who is the figure? Still haven't guessed? Well review if you have an answer, all will be revealed in a few chapters. Please review so I know what you think, thanks and I will try to upload again soon. Peace out…