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Where's Chuck 3
by Taylor


"Yes." A voice croaked back. Michelle and I stared at each other a moment.

"You go first!" I said automatically.

"No! You first." She said.

"Ladies first!" I argued.

"Well..." Michelle was interrupted by a raspy "Help me!"

Michelle and I sprinted like never before. We got tangled in branches and tripped over logs. Suddenly, there was that horrific growl again. Michelle almost ran away, I could tell. I didn't blame her. I would have too, if it wasn't my best friend in there. But surprisingly, I ran to where it was.

"Thomas?" A shadowy figure lying on the ground groaned.

"Yes! Chuck?" I whimpered.

"Y-yes." He groaned. There were traces of blood on the ground.

"Chuck, are you okay?" I asked.

"No..It..it attacked me." Chuck groaned. "I can't get up."

I rushed to his aid. His breathing had dropped very low. "Chuck...I'm so sorry." By now tears were running down my face.

"AH! HELP!" I heard Michelle scream. I ran and left Chuck lying there.

"Let go of Michelle!" I yelled. There was a shadowy figure with claws holding my sister.

"Heh heh heh." It growled. The laughter was low and it shook the ground. It dissolved like smoke, just then. Then Chuck croaked. And I actually heard a scream! The ground rumbled and smoke starting swirling around me and Michelle's feet. Evil muttering and laughing filled the air.

Chuck screamed. "NO! NOOOO!" I heard him plead. Michelle and I dodged the crack as it came to where we stood. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Chuck yelled and everything got silent. Deadly silent. Michelle and I shuddered at the cold wind. And we ran. The low growl sounded again - hungrier this time.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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