Beck+story

As the cry of the wolf echoed over the forest, the fire went out and Beck was left in the darkness. He reached for his knife, hurriedly shoved it inside his backpack and started running. He could hear the sounds of someone or rather something following him: the thump of heavy paws, the huff of breath, and the snap of branches as the creature bounded after him. He ran until his legs burnt and his heart nearly burst. He heard footsteps behind him and turned around too quickly, making himself fall backwards. The thing walked towards him slowly, making very little sound. He heard a sound like a sword being pulled out of its sheath and began pulling himself backwards, towards what he assumed was a tree. He felt up the tree for a branch to pull him up and staggered into an upright position. He was trembling from cold and fear. He could barely see a meter in front of him, but he could make out the shape of a great and terrible beast, which he assumed was a wolf. Until he heard it laugh. He was shocked and froze instantly. The creature moved towards him with and its arms and especially claws outstretched. The fur on its arms swayed in the harsh, sudden wind and the moonlight shone through its overgrown and cracked yellow claws. Beck stepped back around the tree, his feet shuffling along the floor quickly and carefully. Then he turned and ran, pushing his way through the seemingly never ending forest, away from the wolf-shaped monster. He stepped on a branch with a loud crack, and all of a sudden there was an intense heat on his neck and a gentle pressure, like fingers, but stronger and firmer, like metal. He held his breath, not sure what to do: step towards the mysterious hand behind him and away from the beast in front of him, or shy away from the hand and be greeted by the wolf. He never had been able to chose, always leaving big decisions to other people. Well, if there is ever a time to change one's attitude it is in moments of extreme peril. He stepped back. The hands crushed down on his neck and he felt a blinding pain for about half a second, then nothing. Ever again. "A teenage boy has died while on a camping trip with his friends. 19 year old Beck died suddenly with no apparent cause. One of the friends he was camping with tried to resuscitate him, while another rang for an ambulance and others ran for help. A post-mortem has not revealed anything, as the cause of death was not found. One friend described how he stared into the fire in what can only be described as shock and fell backwards off his seat, frozen until his heart stopped, half a minute later. His family has been told. I'm Geraldine Jackson and this has been the 10 o'clock news. Goodnight."

Far away on the deepest corners of her mind, a girl called Jess was running in a seemingly never ending forest away from a wolf shaped monster.  Rebecca Meredith, Olchfa School