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It's a full moon tonight. The huge sphere sat in the sky, illuminating the night, giving enough light for a young boy with auburn hair to walk. He had to stay at school late for track, and with it being winter, night had already settled in.
It didn't help that socs harassed him, causing him to be even more late for home. He was freezing, only having a thin coat on, not thinking to bring a larger one. ' Darry is gonna kill me.' The boy thought to himself, trying to snuggle into his coat more but it was futile.
The boy, whose name was Ponyboy, continued walking home. Hoping his brother wouldn't be too mad at him. He always would remind him he never used his head, unless it was school. He was always in the clouds, dreaming happily as if he wasn't in a town with gangs that could hurt him. Or upper class people who would beat him.
And this night was no different, Ponyboy was in the clouds, thinking about Curly. The boy that Ponyboy had a massive crush on. They have always been friends since childhood, always getting into trouble. But now all Ponyboy could do was think about Curly sweeping him off his feet like a Prince from a fairytale.
Ponyboy almost didn't hear the twig snap. His daydream was shattered as he turned around. Nothing. It was eerily quiet. A quiet that made Ponyboy shiver. Was it a deer? A murderer? Or something supernatural? Ponyboy wasn't much of a believer in the paranormal, but that didn't stop his imagination running wild. After not hearing anything for a minute or two, he began walking again.
This time, it sounded like a branch broke and Ponyboy turned, only to turn white as snow. In front of him was a creature 8 feet tall. Hair long and dark and matted. Claws on hand and feet, at least a foot long. The worst of it all was those red eyes, full of anger and hunger. Drool dripped off fangs the size of nails. It let out a terrifying howl. Which caused Ponyboy to run, his fear turning into adrenaline. The werewolf chased after him.
Ponyboy pushed as hard as he could, not wanting to get eaten,to get killed. He only just turned fourteen. He didn't want to die young. He kept running, knowing not to look back. The beast was snarling, growling,and barking. Obviously wanting to kill the boy for some reason he didn't know.
The beast was gaining on him. Ponyboy knew he was going to die. Eventually Ponyboy felt claws in his side and he screamed. The werewolf crashed into him, the force causing Ponyboy to be thrown in the air and he landed on the pavement. Hard.
It then all went black for the auburn boy.