Ppgz & Rrbz A wolves story

Chapter 20: When Wolves Become the Prey

"Catch me if you can!" shouted a black-haired boy.

A young boy behind him with long flaming red hair was gasping and laughing as he chased after the boy. But then he tripped on a rock and stumbled, rolling across the grass. He landed face-first in the dirt.

The other boy stopped running as he looked back at his friend. He jogged over to the fallen boy and helped him up. "are you ok?"

The first boy was sniffling, his lip quivering. Now he burst out into tears.

The bushes beside them rustled as a new figure emerged. This boy also had long red hair but unique red eyes. "Butch, what did you do this time?"

"I didn't do anything!" claimed the boy who had tried to comfort his friend. "He just fell over."

"I'm sorry," gulped the crying boy.

Brick sighed. "It's okay. Are you hurt?"

"I think I'm fine," the boy mumbled.

"So why are you crying?" muttered Butch, rolling his eyes.

Brick smacked his brother's arm. "Shut up, Butch."

"Ow!" exclaimed Butch.

The tree above them was shaking. An apple dropped to the ground, and then another, and another... A brown-haired b popped out of the tree, upside-down as he munched on one of the red fruit.

"Blair can't you pick apples like a normal person? Now they're going to be all bruised," complained Brick, shaking his head.

"They're fine; see?" Blair swallowed and grabbed an apple from the ground. He held it up, turning it this way and that. "They're not bruised in any way, and when was I normal?" He tossed it into a basket.

Brick rolled his eyes. "Now they probably are."

A raccoon darted out into the open, and behind it came a boy with dark-brown hair tied back in a ponytail. Birds and rabbits followed him.

"Jeez, Bandit; you're like a living zoo!" laughed Butch.

Bandit shot his brother a look, petting a rabbit. "Oh shut up, Butch. You don't understand the importance of animals."

. Finally, the b and someone else appeared. This was an older man with kind eyes. Behind him were two bonde boys

"Blaze ;  Boomer! Where have you been?" exclaimed Blair holding up the basket of apples he'd collected. "I got those apples you wanted for your pies."

"Oh great." cheered Blaze. "Now we can bake a big pie for everyone!"

Boomer took the basket and counted the apples. "That's 24," he said.

The man walked over to Butch and his friend, who was still sniffling. "Are you okay?" he asked the young boy.

"I'm fine," the boy mumbled. "My leg hurts, though."

"We'll take care of that," the man promised.

Butch sighed, rolling his eyes as he plopped down beside his friend. He swung an arm around the other boy's shoulder. "You gotta be stronger, Vix! You can't keep crying every single time something bad happens."

Brick stopped chatting with Boomer to shoot Butch a glare. He grabbed his brother by the arm and pulled him upwards. "You idiot!" he hissed. "Vix just recently lost his family, remember!?"

Vix's face was dark as he sat there, staring at the grass.

"Oh," Butch muttered. Brick struck him.

Vix had lost his parents in a terrible car crash. They had been hit by a stolen red minivan, and there had been a huge fire. Vix was saved, but his parents had perished. The young boy had also lost an eye, and the entire event had traumatized him. He'd opened up to the man who saved him, but when he was first introduced to the Rowdyruff Boys, he wouldn't even talk to them. Even though his saviour had already told him about meeting the Ruffs and trying to become friends with them since they were his age and could help his trauma.