Well, it's been a while, but I've finally got up to writing this chapter! ...Now I just need to hire an assassin for my writer's block.

Disclaimer: I don't own it. Stop rubbing it in!

Chapter 7

A Boy and a Werewolf Run Into Each Other...

Puggsy stopped running once he reached the park, gasping for breath. "I think I lost 'em..." he said, out of breath... which would probably be a bad time to mention that no one was chasing him in the first place...

He looked behind him. "Come to think of it, I didn't hear anyone behind me... Wait, no one was chasing me?"

Oops.

Scorning the first paragraph and sitting down under a tree, the young teenage boy began to wonder what he was going to do next. He couldn't go home... he had no money to buy a train ticket... and, other than Brenda and his pen-pal, he had no friends to run to, though even if he did, he didn't want to bring trouble to them.

He then thought about that boy he ran into (literately) earlier, how he said he was also being chased by goons. At least I'm not the only one on the run... Puggsy thought. I wonder why he was running...

*Rustle Rustle* A sound came from the bushes, alerting Puggsy onto his feet. "Who's there?" he asked, keeping fear out of his voice. There was no reply, so he picked up a stick, crept over the bushes, and jumped in front of them. "Hah! ...Huh?"

Sitting there, looking up at him with wide, startled eyes, was a squirrel. It squeaked with fear and scurried away from the teenager. Way to go, Pugs, you fought off a rodent. Puggsy thought, sighing.

He turned around, deciding to run back to town- "Whoa!"

...But instead, he ran into something else. He tripped over it, landing flat on his face. He spat out dirt that got into his mouth and turned around...

Facing a gray, yellow-eyed, very angry, very mean-looking wolf, which growled at him, it's jaws foaming. Puggsy stared wide eyed at the wolf, in both fear and confusion. "How the heck did a wolf get into the park?" he asked out loud.

"Rrrr!" The wolf snapped at him, and he got up and ran. The wolf ran after him, snarling.

"Not... My... Day!"

Puggsy continued to run through the park... not noticing that the trees were getting thicker, covering up the nightly sky, making everything go dark. He had ran into the woods ...how there could be woods in a large city like Brooklyn, I don't know, but it adds to the suspense.

Though the young teen couldn't see well in the dark, he could still hear the wolf behind him. He turned sharply to the right- into a tree. "Note to self: never take sharp corners in a densifiedly-thick forest,"

He heard the wolf growl behind him, and without hesitation, scrambled up the tree like a maniac. The wolf arrived and growled up at him, it's teeth glistening in the moonlight that was able to shine through the trees. Puggsy sat still.

The wolf continued to snarl, but then paused, its ears perking up. It looked around, cautiously, then ran off into the dark. "Ha! Better luck next time, you mangy- Augh!" The tree branch snapped and Puggsy fell to the ground. "Ow..."

He heard growling. "Oh, great, more wolves!" He got up and ran through the darkness, blindly sticking his hands out in front of him, trying hard not to-

"Oof!"

- run into anything. He stumbled back and fell after running into... Wait, what did he run into? "Whoa, (grr) watch where you're running!" a voice said in front of him.

The moonlight was thick where he was, so he was able to make out what was in front of him. He saw that it had wolf-like legs, leading up to a furry body with a tail, muscular arms, and a wolf-ish face with pointed ears, wide-eyes, and a single, pointed fang on the front of its mouth.

"You okay?" The werewolf asked.

"Yikes!" Puggsy screamed, running away... again.

"Let me go!" Kim yelled, thrashing in her stalker's grip. She stopped when he held a knife to her throat.

"I suggest you hold still, girly." Tony snarled. "The boss wouldn't want me to hurt you just yet…" He then held up some rope, wrapping it around her wrists.

Before Tony could so much as tie a knot, a shadowed figure snuck up behind him and slammed a trash can over his head. "Whoa! Who turned out the lights?" the man shouted, falling backwards and rolling away.

"Biff! Oh, thank God..." Kim cried, wrapping her arms around her friend. "How did you-"

"I'll explain later," Biff interrupted, grabbing her hand. "Right now, let's get out of here!" They ran and jumped into the car, then sped off.

Tony escaped from the trash can. "You can run, girlie, but you can't hide." he said menacingly. (The most clichéd thing in the book). He ran down the alley and got into a black van, driving off to pursue the two teens.

"...And I turned around after I saw you run off with some boy," Biff finished, still a bit unnerved that the last sentence didn't sound right.

"Well, it's a good thing you did see us," Kim replied, then gasped. "Oh, my gosh, Biff! You won't believe it! That boy I was with? He's not a boy at all!"

Biff arched an eyebrow. "He's not?"

"Well... not entirely..." Kim explained about how she and the boy, Sherman, were on the run from a group of men, and how he turned into a werewolf, Fangface. "I know it's hard to believe, but it's true."

Biff knew it was ridiculous, but seeing the sincerity in Kim's eyes, he had no choice but to believe her. After all, she had never lied to him before, let alone her description sounded very much like that odd creature he nearly ran over. "So... where is he now?"

Kim sat back in her seat and let out an exasperated sigh. "I don't know. He ran off to save this other boy, and he disappeared."

"Well, then lets go find him."

"What?"

"Kim, if Sherman- and 'Fangface'- are in some kind of trouble, we've got to help them. I mean, you can't just abandon them."

"Right. ...But where are we going to look first? Fangface could be anywhere by now!"

"Think, Kim. Where would a werewolf go if he was on the run and had to hide?"

Kim thought about it, and a cliche came to mind. "The forest! I saw one near a park down the street!"

"Then lets go," Biff made a turn toward the park, and they set off on their search.

Fangface followed the boy from a safe distance, not knowing what to expect from him. He was in trouble... but was he the real victim, or just a trouble maker? He watched as the boy jumped into the bushes, scaring off a squirrel. Maybe he's just a nut. he thought.

"Uh, oh," Fangface gasped, watching as the boy tripped over a sleeping wolf, waking it, and ran off, pursued by it. He ran off after them, watching as the boy turned to the right, and slammed into a tree. "Sheesh, can't he see in the dark?" He watched as the boy climbed up the tree, the wolf snapping at him.

Fangface saw a pebble and threw it, hitting the wolf's leg, making it turn toward him. The wolf turned in his direction, looking at him with fearful eyes. Fangface let out a short growl, and the wolf ran off.

"That's what I thought."

"Ha! Better luck next time, you mangy- Augh!" The boy yelled, falling to the ground after the branch he was sitting on broke.

Fangface cringed. "Ooh, that's gonna hurt," He then began walking over, to see if the boy was alright. He had gotten up and began to ran, but bumped into him.

"Oof!" The boy fell backwards.

Sheesh, this kid's running into everything, tonight! Fangface thought. "Whoa, watch where you're running!" the werewolf offered his hand to the boy to help him up. "You okay?"

"Yikes!" The boy got up and ran off.

"Hey, where're you going?" Fangface pointed in the other direction. "(snarl) The town's that way!" But the boy kept running. "...Sheesh, what's his problem?" Well, better not just leave him running around in the dark. Fangface sighed and began to run after the boy, only there wasn't much adrenaline in his rush this time. "Wait up! I'm not going to-"

*BAM!* Fangface ran into a low tree branch.

"Hurt... you..." he saw stars, then fell on his back. He shook off the pain, rubbing his head, then looked around, noticing he lost trace of the boy. "Rats, (grr). I'd better-"

He then noticed a littered "Sun-Hot Cinnamon Tamales" candy bar wrapper on the ground with a picture of the sun on it. Within seconds, he transformed back into Sherman.

"Whoa! What am I doing way out here, in the woods?" Sherman asked, frantically. "And since when are there woods in Brooklyn? ...This is the reason why Mom should've let me get out more, but nooooo! Now I'm lost and-" His eyes widened in fright. "Oh, no! I'm lost! Help! Somebody, HEEEEEEEELLLLLLLPPP!"

He ran through the woods, screaming, clueless on where to go.

Puggsy didn't want to stop, but his legs were aching and threatening to collapse if he didn't stop. He leaned against a tree, panting heavily. "I think, (pant pant) I lost it! (gasp, pant)" he said, completely out of breath, once he was aware that the werewolf wasn't behind him.

"Help! Anybody! Please, help!" he heard shouting from a distance, then started running toward it.

"Please don't let it be a werewolf's victim, please don't let it be a werewolf's victim..."

"Heeellp-"

*BAM!*

"Oof!" the two boys grunted, falling back from their collision. "You again?"

"What're you screaming about?" Puggsy asked the other boy. "Did you see a werewolf, too?"

"No, I- werewolf?" the other boy gasped, then leaped into Puggsy's arms in sheer fright. "Oh, man! There's werewolf's out here? First a group of crazy men, now I have to deal with werewolves? Ooh, ooh, somebody save me!"

"Ah, shut up, kid!" Puggsy dropped the boy onto the ground. "If you keep freaking out, you'll just attract its attention. Werewolves can smell fear, you know."

The other boy sniffed his armpit, then turned back to him. "They can smell it? Oh, I'm doomed!"

Puggsy rolled his eyes. "Look, just stick with me, and we'll get back to town. You won't be doomified there."

The boy hugged him. "Oh, thank you thank you thank you! You're a great guy... uh, what's your name?"

"Puggsy, now let go of me!" he pushed the boy away. But the boy grabbed his hand next and began shaking it, rapidly.

"Nice to meet you, Puggsy. My name's Sherman Fangsworth."

Puggsy yanked his hand back, then sneered at Sherman. "You know, a name like that is totally asking for a mugging, and I can't be caughtified with a kid with such a name. Don't you have a nickname or something?"

Sherman thought about it. "Um... not really." he shrugged.

"Well, you do now... Fangs."

"Fangs?"

"It's an abbrevialization of your last name. Take it or leave it."

Sherman- now to be addressed as 'Fangs'- grabbed Puggsy's hand again and shook it. "I'll take it!"

Puggsy took his hand back (again). "Good, now lets get back to town."

"You got it... Pugs. ...Mind if I call you 'Pugs'?"

"Sure, whatever."

"Sweet! This is gonna be great! ...Despite being lost in the woods, with a werewolf and a group of guys after me and everything. *Gulp* Are we close to town, yet?"

Puggsy sighed. I am going to regret this, I know it!

A/N: And Fangs/Fangface and Puggsy finally meet! ...So, what's next? And why is this sentence all in italics? Please R/R, but don't flame.