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In the wild, dark forest of a long forgotten land, two men traveled on a narrow dirt path.
The first and smaller of the two, trembled with barely concealed fear. Every now and then, glancing behind him, as if he expected some wild creature to bore down upon him.
His dark, shaggy brown hair grew out in uncombed tufts, and His wide brown eyes, darted wildly about. He stepped lightly, and carefully, trying hard not to make a sound. Although his boots made a soft clickety-clack sound, as they trod upon pebbles and stones.
The second, and larger man, strode boldly through the forest, whistling, and swinging an ax in his hands. He kept his eyes forward, and walked confidently.
His wild blond hair fell to his shoulders, barely concealing his neck, which was as wide and thick as a tree trunk. His body, compared to the man next to him was huge. Completely made up of muscle and sinew, he stood at a height of 7.2, He was a giant.
The bigger man strode forward at a fast pace, determination set in his face. His boots made a crushing noise, as he stepped upon dead leaves and acorns.
For the hundredth time, his companion looked behind him.
"Did ya hear dat?" the small man asked, craning his head to look over his shoulder.
The big man shook his head angrily, fed up with his timid companion," It's notin but ur own imaginen, Tom!"
Tom looked to his right, "Id 'a sworn I heard some'm, Bill." He seemed to think for a moment," Recon it was dat same wolf dat tore dat poor soul's throat out?"
Bill snorted, "I recon it's notin but a badger. Or maybe some small little bunny hippity hoppin through a bush, notin more."
Tom reached over and stopped Bill, his eyes wider than before, "Shhhhh! I heard it again! Listen!"
They both stood still, quiet as the dead. Then they both heard, what was clearly not imagination; the soft pitter patter, of feet running through the undergrowth, on Toms right.
"It's da wolf!" Tom cried.
Bill pulled away from Tom, then slapped him on the head, "Aint notin more than some squirrel, or some fox a trottin home!" he grabbed his ax, and stepped towards the trees.
"What're ya doin, Bill?! Its da wolf!" Tom cried again, grabbing Bills arm.
"Quit ur moanin and ur croakin, Tom. Whatever's out der, it don't stand no chance against my ax. Now wait ere, while I get a looksee's at what's causin all dis trouble." Bill shook Toms arm off him, and strode into the trees, leaving Tom shaking in his boots, by himself.
Tom stood there, thinking of all the horrible things that could possibly happen at that moment. Not a sound came from the direction Bill went.
Then from the left side of the trail, came the sound of running feet. Toms whipped around, staring into the trees. Nothing. There was nothing there.
Tom heard the sound again, only it was coming from far up the trail, and it was followed by a growl. He turned to face the trail slowly, dreading what he'd see.
Night had stated to fall, causing it to get dark, and concealing whatever monster was now stalking him.
But then Tom thought he saw it. He could just barely make out a dark bulky figure, slowly getting closer...And closer...
Then something grabbed Tom from behind..............
"BILL!!!" tom practically shouted, overjoyed to see his companion.
"Shhhhh!!! You needn't shout!" Bill whispered. His eyes were wide and scared. His ax was gone, and his hands were bloody.
"Bill!?What happened?!!" Tom asked, with open fear.
"SHHHHH!!" Bill looked around; as if HE thought some wild creature might come and get him! But he didn't answer Toms question, just hurried along the path," Were almost there."
"But, BILL! WAIT!" tom shouted after bill, running to catch up.
Bill whipped around, "SHHHHH!!!" he turned around again and hurried on.
Confused, but compliant, Tom followed.
Then they arrived at the house," Check inside for little red, and her grandmother, Tom. I'll look around outside."
Tom nodded dully, and headed into the little yellow house.
The first thing tom noticed was three long scratch marks down the door, and the fact that the door itself was busted. He shivered and pushed the door open. It was almost completely dark outside now. And wind blew hard against the house, making it creak and groan, hinting that a storm was coming.
He walked throughout the whole house, which wasn't big. Just the living room he walked in, the kitchen, the dining room, and the upstairs bedroom. He'd yet to search there.
Standing at the bottom of the stairs, Tom tried to convince himself that he'd find little red and her grandmother sleeping safely in their beds, and he could report back to red's mother, that they were fine. But somehow, he knew that wasn't gonna happen.
Slowly, he headed up the stairs, stepping lightly as possible, aware to the fact that it had started raining fiercely outside.
At the top of the stairs, Tom opened the door...and gasped at the bloody mess inside...
Two bodies had been torn wide open, and had been used to paint the walls, leaving the organs to decorate the shelf's, and the intestines to drape over all the furniture.
Tom held his hand to his mouth, suddenly feeling sick. As quick as he could, he raced downstairs, through the house, and outside to look for Bill, ignoring the pouring rain, that seemed more like pellets than water droplets.
"Bill!" Tom called, turning around in a circle, desperate for the sight of his bulky companion.
"Bill?" he called more quietly.
Suddenly, a loud scream pierced the air, coming from behind the house.
"BILL!!!" Tom ran around to the back of the house, and then stopped in fear, as he finally saw the ugly beast. Its muzzle buried in Bills torn Throat.
