Fighting For Samson (Boyxboy)

Prologue

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Yes, I have two Wattpad accounts with different names. The first one, Kathy, that's my sisters name. My real name is Blake, FYI. See, these are two different accounts and I wanted to separate my stories. I started writing this one on my other account (xxx_kathy_xxx), but since this is my Boyxboy account, I thought it would fit better over here. I have unpublished that stories on the other account, and am now uploading on here, as you can tell.

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"Come on Samson, run!" my older brother Johnson yells at me, pulling my arm and guiding me through the woods. My heart was pounding a million miles a second and my eyes were blurry with tears as they leak from my eyes, making it even harder to see through the dark, foggy night.

"Please, Samson you have to hurry!" my brother begs, continuing to pull me through the scary parts of the woods.

I can hear them, their growls and howls as they try so hard to sniff us out. What do they want with us? What did we do to them?

"B-But mom-" I try to say before John pulled us to a halt and bent down, looking me right in the eyes.

"They're gone, Samson. Both of them, but they gave us a chance to survive and we have to take it. We have to keep running until we reach some sort of safety. Those things are after us, I don't know why but we are definitely not staying to find out" he pauses to wipe my hair from my tear stain face. "Come on, Samson you have to pull it together and run!"

He was right, he was so right. Our parents sacrificed themselves so we can escape and I will not let them down! So, wiping my face one more time, I nodded and we both were on the move once again. They weren't that far behind us, whatever the hell they were.

They are not normal, that was for sure. They are monsters, killers! They killed our parents and now are trying to kill us! What did we do? Was I hallucinating or did I just see one of those men turn into a giant beast? I want to say he was a wolf but, that was the largest wolf I have ever seen!

No, it can't be. They can't be real! Werewolves are a myth, something Johnson used to tell me to scare me. They can't be...

"Oof" I grunt as I fall face first into a pile of mud after tripping over a large tree trunk. Well, that's just freaking great!

"Samson, please get up!" John pleads, lifting me back up, but once I put pressure on my left foot, pain shock through me and I felt back down with a cry.

"I... I think I b-broke my a-ankle" I inform him.

"Crap" he curses, looking through the back to age sure they were close. "Alright, give me your hand."

There were know time for questions as I held out my hand, only to have him lift me up like I was a feather and throws my arm over his shoulder, holding my hand there with one hand as his other arm was wrapped around my waist, keeping me up.

"Come on Samson, I really need your help with this" he says before he started making our way into a soft jog, with me limping beside him.

It was getting extremely hard to breath with the running and the pain, but let's not forget to mention the humidity that came with this massive fog. I know we needed to stop and take a break, but that was out of the question when a loud growl erupted from behind us. We turned to see the same, silver brown wolf/beast thing standing there, baring his teeth at us as he growls threatening, in attack position.

We turn to run, only to be stopped when a dark brown one came from the trees and buried it's paws into he dirt, ready to attack us as well. Soon, we were surrounded. There looked to be about seven different large wolf things standing there, with nothing but kill in their eyes.

This is it, this is the end. I just watched the horror of our parents dying and now they are after us, to kill us for no reason but because they are sick, freaking creatures that I never knew existed.

"Johnson? " I cried out to my brother.

"Yes, little brother?" he said flatly, his voice choking a little as he knew what was about to go down.

"I'm scared" I admitted to him.

"I know buddy. Just close your eyes, it won't hurt that much and it will be over before you know it and then we will be reunited with mom and dad" he tries to make it sound okay, but I know it wasn't. I knew he was lying, not about the part about being reunited with our parents but the part were he said it will be quick and painless. Just looking at these things, I already know it's going to hurt... a lot.

But, I did what my brother told me to do. I closed my eyes, and waited for the pain to come. I could hear movement and growls getting close to us and I clinged onto Johnson's body harder than I ever could and just waited... And waited... And waited.. And-

POW! A loud fire of what sounded like a gun went of and loud whimpers erupted throughout the dark night. I swiftly opened my eyes, only to see the wolf who was standing right in front of us was laying in the ground now, lifeless.

More shots erupted and a loud, strainy voice yelled telling us to get down. That's when I felt myself being pushed down to the ground into a tight ball with John laying on top of me and a protective stance. Gun shots, growls, and whimpers were all I could hear, along with the sound of running as they hit the ground with hard force. I wanted to look up, see what was happening, but was blocked by my big brother refusing to let me see the scene that was taking before us.

Soon, the running became very faint and then silence started to take over. All I could hear were the sounds of mine and my brothers breathing, along with lighter footsteps that seem to be walking around me and John.

"Alright, you kids get up! Get up now!" the same scratchy voice that told us to get down demands.

Johnson quickly gets onto his feet while slowly lifting me up with him. I blink a couple times and look around only to see nothing but trees and fog around us. My never ending tears were still springing down my face as I was trembling, looking around frantically, afraid that they were going to pop out any minute.

"Are you kids alright?" the voice asks, worriedly. That's when I finally snapped my head around only to see a tall, old man who looks to be in his early 60's. He had white hair, bald really and even through the night I could still see his crystal blue eyes. He was dressed up in nothing but hunting gear and was holding the largest shot gun I have ever seen before.

"Who are you?" Johnson asks, pushing me behind him in a protective way.

The man starred at us, looking irritated and annoyed. He also looked like he was ready for a fight, especially with that gun in his hand.

He huffs out a sour laugh before speaking. "I guess to you, I'm your Guardian angel."

Both me and Johnson were silent, Johnson still a little wirely about him, as I was and I stayed far behind Johnson, not wanting to see anyone but him right now.

"But in your case, you can call me Old Man Bill" he laughs, less coldly then before. I heard his footsteps as he started to get close to us, but for some reason, I wasn't at all afraid, and I could tell by Johnson not moving or telling me to run, he wasn't either.

"Now... Why don't you boys tell me why you have werewolves chasing after ya'll?"