• The hell hound was hurtling towards me like a canonbal, or an arrow about to hit its target.

    The voice in my head, heart, in my soul kept saying, "Leave the scrawny wolf to die every man for himself." but I didnt listen I had to finish what I started. I still had a chance to run. . The clip was so tightly bound "its getting closer" I tugged and fimmbled with all my might. 'THERS NO HOPE RUN.' My mind screamed.
    I kneeled down covering my ears, clossing my eyes simply awaiting death. I could hear a sharp snarl, wolf or dog, 'it didnt matter anymore', and a shower of blood 'was it mine the wolfs'. I awaited sweet death... but it never came.
    "Hey" I heard the wolf's voice bark out "get up you stipid man cub"
    I opened my eyes the wolf and the hell hound... fighting baring their teeth at one another the hell hound with a large puncture wound in the shoulder.

    I had always thought the Wolf and the Hell hound were the same thing. I always thought both such furious creatures, both uniting with their own kind. The fact that they live in family groups is something to envy, but both beleived in nothing but blood shed.

    The wolf started for the hound,who did the same.

    Why was the wolf doing this.

    The hell hound leapt upon the back of the wolf, deeply punturing the back of the Wolf's neck. But the Wolf kept fighting.

    Surely there was a method to the wolfs maddness.

    The wolf somehow manged to shake the one off, and was about to kil it when the others caught up and attacked. "Run you stipid man cub,Run." The howled out as he was driven to the ground.

    This wolf was different than the rest,ever since That day I feared the wolf wih all my heart. This wolf had a will to protect man.

    The Hell hounds toyed with the wolf, licking there clops. Snarling, growling, digging at the wolfs flesh. The one of themgazed at thewolfs raw belly bared his fangs and lunged for the kill .


    "NO" I screamed.

    The rock hit the hound on the head which was shruded off as it was nothing. But it worked the hounds put their attencion towards me.
    "Why dont you hounds finish what you started."

    I gazed at the hounds then back at the wolf then back at the hounds again. I yet again had the pit in the bottom of my stomache and ran again.
    I ran as fast as I could however the fleet footed hounds much faster than I but I ran all the same.
    'FASTER FASTER' my mind screamed 'DONT SOW DOWN.' But I could not run any faster and my body was slowing down each second, I jumped over a fallen branch, the hounds were surely just playing now, the rain was whipping me in my face. I couldnt outrun then. I grabed a tree branch and turned around.
    " You want a piece of me" I yelled.
    The hounds stopped.
    "Not half bad man cub" the wolf barked.
    The hound spun as if they heard a ghost. The head dog dashed at the wof just like before, but this time the wolf did not run instead he pounced at sinked his fangs right into the hounds throught. Blood shed as the hound fell to the ground...dead. This enraged the pack as they stormed towards the wolf.

    ................................................................................................

    I gazed upon the carnage terrified. Was this the job of a protecter, It seemed the job of a protecter was but to kill as I could see the terror stricken eyes of the wolfs prey all 5 hounds fallen prey to the wolf.

    "Why" I whispered.
    The wolf looked confused.
    "Why" I yelled "Is this the job of a Knight the job of a protector....why."
    I could feel tears running down my face, I fell. "Those hounds were hungry is all" I said doubtfully.
    The wolf padded towards me and licked my face and said.

    "In this world there is good and there is evil. In the good there is bad and in the bad there is good.
    One is not without the other.
    It is a protecters job to exterminate whatever threatens to harm others, as is a knight, or a preist.
    Everyone and everything has their reasons for doing what they do but their reasons can drive them wicked.... that is when you have to take matters into your own hands...."

    "To Kill or be killed that is the question"



    (yay btw im not going pscho by kill or be killed come on if a dog goes cujo or pet semetary on you come on you have to choises kill Cujo, or be eaten by Cujo.)