Blood, Dolls And Monsters. (Donna X F.OC)

-Predator-

(Wattpad's automated messages literally wrote to me, in nicer words mind you, 'hey... you haven't updated a story in a while.... fucking do it now' And I took it personally, so here it is)

The facility reigned master in the dark forest, silent inside and out, unaware of the creature prowling through its halls.

The night in an umbrella facility would unsettle the strongest of hearts on a normal night but this one suddenly seemed darker and more menacing even to the feel of it.

The whisper of the unknown and the monsters between the walls, hissing and calling out in the voices of the dead, locked behind walls of concrete and steel but never silenced.

The all encompassing dread and agony that soaked into the rusting metal boarders of the panels on the walls.

The sick light flickering at the end of a hall.

At those created a concoction of an eerie feeling for anyone on duty, much more present in the dark of the night when the window opened into a dark forest that looked dark like the bottom of an ocean abyss, inviting them in with a twisted grin.

And as the minutes passed, a metal grade door creaked open in the darkness of the unseen hallways, the minds played tricks on their owners probably.

The guard yanked up the riffle, pointing at the window, feeling sweat drip into his eyes but he couldn't bare to blink, staring out the window, daring anything to move.

The flickering light with the deathly buzzing of the dimmed neons made his eyes play tricks on him, feeling eyes on him but they were gone when he pointed the riffle down the hall.

"I need coffee." He tried to reassure himself as the hallways seemed so long, lengthening the more minutes passed or was it always this long?

He sneered, god, did another rat die in the air ducts? The smell of rot and plague, it was making him sick to the stomach.

He jerked his riffle towards the neon that exploded, anxiety making him fidget, why had he ever taken this shift?

The shards rained down like a deadly first snow, white powder and glass fallinh down in glistening cold beauty.

He leaned back against the door.

Drip.

Drip drip.

He felt something hit his shoulder, brushing it off with his glove and looking at it.

He wanted to hurl, the black liquid smelt like decaying flesh.

He looked up but saw nothing but a fleshy tube with rows of sharp concentric teeth down its length, the black dripping around and down them, a drop hit his forehead, it felt like aci-- Wendy's jaws snapped down, crushing the skull between them with ease, like a human crushing a kinder egg in their fist, blood and brain splattering out either side of her bony jaws as she dropped from the ceiling, wrenching the skin and flesh open, ripping the crushed head off the neck and swallowing it.

The huge beast didn't fit through the halls correctly, to turn around she needed to clamber over herself to turn.

The creature lifted its front paws and grabbed at where the sliding doors met and pulled them apart, bending them out of shape.

"What th--" Her lengthy arm lashed out, grabbing the face of a guard, lifting them up as she entered the room and slammed them down as she threw both hands down, the head exploding so violently against the tiled floor it left a spray of grey matter up the legs of the second.

She jabbed her tail through the throat of the other, picking them up like that before throwing them off it.

Her hunger gnawed on her bones, the hole in her chest feeling deeper and darker as she padded over the corpses left in her wake, the red glows of her eyes searching the premises.

She knew the alarms would soon be tripped, Winters cannot be far, he'd be a mad man to stand back, she had no problems killing his child, those taste the best after all.

She looked around a corner, more like smelled, she always loved the hunt, she was the apex predator just like her ancestors and on this continent she was the only one of her sorts, it was almost too good to be true.

She climbed the wall around the door, her arms on one side of it and her legs on the other while her body was above the top in an arch.

"Help!" She called out in the voice of the dead, it had been long since she lure one to their death, she'd become more direct around Donna, an ethereal fakeness in this borrow voice, even when she looked as human her voice almost sounded wrong, off putting but in her true form it was nothing but imitations, like a parrot would fake human speech.

She needed to get those guards away from the alarm button.

"Please, help." She called again, voice seeming far away even if anyone seeing the creature could tell it looked like she was screaming the words.

She didn't know how it worked in America but here, few humans could outsmart her fakeness, few knew the legends, few knew of her kind even existing, they didn't have the myths, the fear.

And so as it is known.

Curiosity killed the cat.

The creature, judging the human close enough by the smell off it, shoving itself through the entrance, impaling her on the sharp antlers the beast carried with pride and flung them at a window, cracking the bulletproofing of the glass.

Quickly, lashing a hand out, grabbing the top of his head and his jaw with the other, tearing in opposing ways and not only shattering the vertebrate at the base of the neck and in consequence the spinal cord at that point and killing him, she also ripped the jaw clean off.

Dropping back on all fours as she threw the jaw in her own, breaking the human bone in between her teeth, crumbling it like hard candy.

Yeah, she missed this, the hunt.

The humans don't suspect it yet but the reckoning came.

And this predator was not leaving without its due in death.