In Another Life

She Fought The Beast

(This takes place under the circumstances that Vic fought the beast in the library instead of Scott)

It was complete chaos. People were screaming, running everywhere. Vic was knocked backwards, over the bench. The megaphone was knocked from her hand. She pulled her legs in closer and covered her head as people continued screaming, running.

The amount of people hitting her lessened, the screams faded. Vic slowly uncurled herself from her position. She looked around. She was alone. The field was littered with helmets, sticks and even a jersey from Devenford as everyone rushed to get away from the Beast. The stands seemed to be in the same condition. There were signs, popcorn buckets, cups and a knitted hat left behind in the panic.

A loud roar came from the school. Vic sighed. "I'm an idiot." She ran to the school.

She forced the doors open and people ran past her, desperate for escape. She made her way down the hall, against the crowd. She was pushed in the stomach by a stray elbow. She took a step back to regain her breath only to be met with an open door instead of the wall.

She landed inside the locker room she had barricaded inside not even long ago. She stood up and looked around. There were people hiding in the showers, behind the lockers, there were even a few inside the lockers.

Vic looked at all of them. Her head turned to the open door where a roar echoed in. It came from the English hall, the wind told her.

Vic sighed. She walked to Liam's locker and entered the combination into the lock. She opened it. She took off her necklace and put it in her jacket pocket. Then put her jacket inside the locker and closed it. She was aware of the stares on her knives.

"Is it safe?" A voice whispered.

Vic stopped at the doorway. "Not yet," she replied. "After I leave, lock the door. Go out the window in Coach's office. Understand?"

"Yes," the voice whispered.

"Good," she said. She walked out, closing the door behind her. She heard the faint click of the door locking behind her. She took a breath and pulled out her silver knife.

She walked down the hall, dodging people that screamed as they passed her. She walked to the English hall and saw the Beast with its back to her.

It was huge. Its head scraped against the roof of the corridor as it stood on its two back feet. It was black with veins of white-blue. There were shadows rolling off its shoulders like they came from it.

Vic threw her knife.

It roared in pain. It reached back and pulled out the knife from its back. It was the size of a toothpick in its massive paw. It turned and glared at her, as much as it could.

Vic drew her bone knife.

The Beast roared at her. It dropped the knife and fell to its front paws. It charged at her like a bull.

Vic jumped out of the path, rolling into a somersault. She looked back and saw the Beast had run through the double doors Vic had been standing in front of. It growled then roared at her.

She set her feet. There was no way out now.

Wait, why did she want to run? She didn't run. That wasn't who she was. She was a grizzly, she fought. She was strong. Strong like a bear.

She tightened her grip on her knife. Her eyes glowed their faint brown light.

The Beast's eyes changed from their white-blue light. Two rings, the same colour of stained wood, appeared in the centre of its irises. Vic's hate for it grew. This creature had what was rightfully hers, what belonged to her ancestors, what had belonged to Keegan and her mother and her brother. The Beast sensed her change in emotion. It charged. It reared up, it's paw ready to smack her into the wall.