The Beast Within

Chapter 5

The shot broke the silence of the dark forest, echoing through the trees. Tweek heard the loud thud of something - or somebody - fall to the ground. Sure his phone slipped out of his hand in the process. He quickly moved in front of Kyle and Ike. Beside him, Kenny was on his knees, wincing in pain.

Kenny was hit.

"K-Kenny, are you okay??" Tweek asked in worry for his friend. Kenny simply nodded, a weak smile on his lips, and stood up to his feet carefully, clenching his shoulder.

"I'll be fine." Kenny responded.

"You were just SHOT!!" Tweek raised his hands in the air in near protest. Kenny was about to respond but a man walked out from the darkness of the woods. The man was in a black buttoned up long sleeved shirt and black khakis. He, oddly enough, had a pair of sunglasses on. In the freaking night time? The man has a dark complexion and looked oddly familiar to Tweek.

He was holding a gun in his right hand, seemingly pointed at them.

"Well, Mr. Tweak, never expected to see you again." The man spoke in that all too familiar deep voice. "Or, I should say just Tweek as you aren't your father, is that correct?"

Tweek narrowed his eyes at the man, trying to recognize him in the darkness. The only light source he had was the light coming from the moon, but that didn't help very much. The man had very distinct features though that Tweek knows. Not well, but he knows. Plus, the sentence he said, gave him the biggest hint.

"You're one of those agent guys that were at my shop the other day." Tweek pointed out. The man smiled.

"Correct." He nodded. "Now, please step away from the boy. We need him for our plans to work."

He pulled a radio out from his belt and pressed the button. "Agent Georgia, this is Texas, plan has been fouled by three teenagers. Over."

"Not what we expected. Get rid of them. They're in the way. Over."

The man who called himself Texas put his radio back on his belt and pointed the gun at them.

"Sorry, boys, but business needs to be taken care of."

Aiming his gun at Tweek, the man put his finger on the trigger and was about to fire when he was suddenly pulled back by something from the darkness. The gun dropped to the ground and the man was dragged into the forest. Tweek saw two glowing white eyes that turned and ran off with the man. Growls illuminated the night sky along with screams of horror. Tweek gasped. He quickly dropped his pack and ran off towards where the man was being dragged.

The man tried to grab something to stop them. Each tree he tried to grabb hurt as it was immediately dragged across the bark, scraping the palm of his hands. With no gun to stop the large beast, the man thought it was the end of him. He was tossed to the ground, two large hands - or in this case paws - grabbed ahold of his shirt, claws digging into the fabric and barely grazing his skin. The man saw the beast's face.

A face that was entirely a wolf's head, only larger and more... monster-like. It's eyes were solid white, and it's teeth could tear into him if he made the wrong move. It's snarl didn't help in any way.

"Please don't kill me!!" He screamed, his hands gripping the beast's black fur of its arms, desperately trying to pry it off him. It only made a louder snarl as it inched closer, ready to rip him apart. Mouth slowly opening to reveal even more canines.

"Craig, stop!!"

A voice appeared behind them. That Tweek boy, the man thought, panicking. He heard the cracking of branches and twigs until the blond teenager showed up behind the beast, panting.