Its, ehm, escalating quickly, but anyways, I had loved the Idea of this, along with Squeaker01 , which had inspired me to write this! Though, Sky is somewhere around 12 in this, for uh werewolf reasons

Sky's P.O.V

I wrenched away, pain exploding through my arm as the wolf tore into my flesh, blood bubbling out from the deep bite that the canine made, at first, it felt numb, until I realized how sharp it was. I tried to kick it, only for the wolf to sink its teeth deeper into my arm. I let out a yelp, Tears forming in the side of my eyes as blood started to trickle down the wolf's snout.

It hurts so much to the point where a head ache had spawned. It shook its head, making the the thumps and pain worse. From all the shaking and wriggling, it was moving its bloody snout so it stained my sleeves that was slightly torn off. I grit my teeth, bashing it's snout as it growled, slightly loosening its grip on my arm. I stared into it's glowing lava eyes, the wolf returning a glare back at me, though, what was weird is that it was slightly larger than average. It was also tinted darker than the normal grey coat of fur, it could easily throw me across a room.

I was lost for a moment until I felt its hot breath spike up my arm, causing me to jolt as blackness covered the corners of my vision. I felt myself weaken, my knees started to tremble as the wolf had the look of hunger in it's eyes, my stomach churning from the horror.

"Gah! Fuck off!" I shouted desperately with a crack in the sentence as the wolf snarled, clawing at my legs as it tried to pull me down. I tried to calm myself down but it was no use. I stared at its snarling face that was illuminated by the moonlight, its reddish eyes now bloodthirsty.

It's gonna tear me apart...

But it's loosening it's grip..

Yet I feel myself fall weak..

No..

No..

No..

Adam, think, kick it! Punch it! Do anything to stop it from killing you!

This is bad, very bad, bad as the fucking Neither!

I, Adam Dahlberg, have never regretted my thoughts so much before,

Hmm, let me explain..

From the start, I had lost my family due to a car accident, leaving me and my sister to fend for ourselves. Now, doesn't mean we were responsible for the death, but most likely forced into an orphanage, where we get to spend our lives with other kids who somehow don't have parents.

Almost all of my life was spent, protecting my younger sister, who, in fact, was free from the orphanage long ago- anyways, I spent half of my life protecting her, cleaning, learning, and escaping. As I said, escaping was one of my goals, other than swearing to fight off anybody who harms my family. Since all of my companions were gone, it had made my goals seem pointless, yet easier.

Why? Because the Orphanage isn't what you'd exactly call a good ol' place to keep children, it was called a not- so-innocent day care. Well, even worse. We had to clean the place, every inch of it, forced by a mean old lady who always bashed us with a stick if we had been disobedient. It terrified me to the point that I couldn't even do anything a normal kid would do, and, what's worse was that the she was our cafeteria lady. but, there was this nice lady who would often treat us if we had some sort of accident, she'd comfort us, calm us with her gentle and quiet voice, we used to believe she was an angel.

But, then the bullying came, and I would keep visiting the nice lady often, she was actually the nurse of the place. I was grateful for her kindness, which made me also think of her as a mother figure, but, that actually saddened me to think of parents, and how she'd have a family better than us. That's also a reason why I wanted to escape.

After a few months I had finally thought of something, that didn't include think in about the shut windows, the spotless floor, and the door that hid behind suffering children.

I planned it out so it happened at midnight, where no one wouldv'e seen me, not with them sleeping. It was perfect, with the full moon that highlighted most of our surroundings which made it easier for me to see and if they had even caught me escaping, they wouldn't have the energy to chase me down. So, as what I have named, I escaped through the roof, making it down safely and running off into the forest, cause I know minecraftia had thought me well on our survival tactics, it was time for me to use them, even at a young age..

But what did that lead me to? Getting bit by a large wolf that could possibly poison me with fluids inside it's mouth. Its even in the middle of the forest where no one will find my skeleton.

Was it really a bad Idea?

I should've went to the city, hiding, acting like a beggar who sit around and steal things from upper class people. It would've been easier..

Jolt!

When I noticed it's loose bite, I realized that I finally had the chance. Quickly kicking it, I pulled my bloody arm out, but causing an intense amount of pain to flow through my ears and in my body. I gasped, staring at the large wound that the wolf-and I- made.

I frowned as Disgust filled my eyes, noticing the clear wounds and cup scratches it made, and I'm sure as budder that it hurt like laying on a pool of ice, which someone kindly set fire to.

Though, sudden pain exploded everywhere, my body crumpling to the ground as I screamed in pain. My teeth felt like they were pulled out by pliers, and that I ate a rock after that. I felt the grass nip at my arm as The wolf cocked it's head to the side as it bent its sensitive ears to block out my shrieks. I felt myself slowly loose consciousness. I registered a thought in mind.

Why? I thought wolves weren't hostile until you harm them!

Tears trickled down my cheeks, I felt myself claw at the dirt. I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping my head as blood trickled down on my fluffy brown hair. As I looked up to my surprise, the wolf seemed like it was examining me with now orange, curious eyes. I stared at them for a moment until I felt an odd taste in my mouth.

What the nether?

The metallic taste seed familiar, but it was making me sick. It filled my mouth, it's taste was fluid, and gross, and what was weirder is that my teeth were slowly pricking my tongue, with the taste still in my mouth, I spit it, my eyes widening at the to dark red liquid on the grass and my amulet.

Blood?

I quickly sputter out all of it, more still flowing from my gums that surprisingly didn't feel empty, more like, replaced. I felt pain in my gums, and a few weird shapes in my mouth, I decided to spit it out and see it with half closed eyes.

It was bloody, but... Are those my teeth!?

what the fuck is happening!?

That's when I realized what the taste was, I quickly cover my mouth but spit a bit more to empty it. I looked up tiredly at the wolf as it watched in surprise.

"W at is w ong!?" A voice suddenly barked, bringing me out of my cloudy thoughts. Though, the voice echoed in my head, causing me to feel dizzy as I struggled to answer. I suddenly felt the pain slowly fade away, but it numbed and made me even more vulnerable-

No, I can do this, I can do this, I can do this..

I weakly pushed myself up, glancing up at the wolf that backed away. It was giving me a look that reminded me of the voice that barked a few moments ago. I wasn't sure about it being real though, maybe it was part of the poison.

I used a nearby tree for support, trying to stay awake, despite the effect that the wolf had already gotten me, the bite still hurt like hell. My knees kept on folding, as if my bones stopped working and the ground was spinning.

The wolf was watching all of this, isn't it going to attack me? I think it's waiting for me to die so it could feast on me easier..

Then I realized how my eyes were drooping, half a second later I knew my body was laying dazed on the ground, my eyes shutting so I wouldn't be able to see it.

[ BLACK OUT ]