Humans have always been storytellers. From the day they were able to write, humans have recoded stories and shared grand tales of creatures larger than life. Myths and legends explaining how the world was created, how humans came into existence or w...
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Jules sat on her knees, the cold concrete digging into her skin harshly. Her hands weakly braced her against the floor to keep herself upright, leaving dark handprints on the ground beneath her.
Blood dripped from her mouth, covering her front half and caking her in a mixture of dried and fresh crimson, staining the pale and clammy skin underneath. It was a mixture of hers and another's. Aside from the multiple open wounds that caked her naked body, the majority of the red on her body came from her opponent— victim.
You're a monster.
She kept her eyes clenched shut, unable to open them due to the sight in front of her. Her fingers painfully dug into the concrete, trying her hardest to ground herself despite the strangled cries escaping her mouth.
Her throat was raw and horse, the end of her cries scratching off into nothing as her body lacked the strength to keep making noise. Her screams were filled with the vulnerability of a person being totally consumed by pain.
The tears had long sign dried up, her eyes simply growing red but unable to let any fall. All she could do was express her anguish through strained cries.
She hadn't meant to kill him. She was forced too.
You're a monster.
At that moment, his body was still warm. His blood thickened but not yet dried on his waxy skin as it pooled beneath him. He laid in the middle of the room like a ghoulish mannequin, his esophagus and arteries sticking out from his neck like mutilated metal tubing covered in thick blood. His head sat at an inhuman angle, twisted violently from his body by a force that very nearly decapitated him had it not been for the spine. Jules had watched as his eyes rolled back into his skull, the life draining away. They froze over like the surface of a winter puddle, robbing them of the normal warmth for eternity.
His blood was on her hands. It covered her, the red contrasting on her pale skin like it would fresh blood on snow. The metallic taste of his lifeforce still sat on her tongue, making her stomach heave with a force that caused her to empty its non-existent contents onto the floor in front of her .
Jules could still feel her jagged teeth clamped down on the neck of the boy. She could remember just how little effort it took her to wrench her head to the side, very nearly tearing his head from his body. She remembered how she felt the animal inside her revelled in the feeling, loving the accomplishment of conquering its opponent.
Only, he wasn't her opponent.
The boy laying in front of her, grotesquely mutilated on the floor, was a barely a teenager, a child. She didn't know his name, she never got the chance to, but that didn't matter. He looked barely older than thirteen years old and when pitted against a monster twice the size of his own, he stood no chance. She had watched as his reptilian body had fallen to the floor, cold and lifeless as a sack of flour, transforming back to his human self as his blood began to cover the floor. Only after Jules herself morphed back from that of a scaled beast did the realization of what she'd just done settle into her bones, mortifying her to her core.
