The Beast

Ending 1

Oh dear, it's sad that you've made it to this nightmare. So let's get on with it shall we?

~ Story ~

Before you have a chance to do anything, you hear the sound of gunfire and the Beast begins screaming. "*ROARS IN PAIN*". It is only a matter of time when you see something akin to a scorpion's tail whipping about, attached to its head. As you recognize it as the Beast's hair, it comes straight at you. You hear a loud snap and only after a few seconds does it register that it was the sound of your own neck snapping and your own body being thrown against a tree. The ground is all you see before you black out. You wake up staring at a brown ceiling made of thick chunks of wood. A cabin, but definitely not the one the tavern was looking for. "So, you're awake. Sorry about that, but...". She slowly makes her way over to you and you feel your breath catching your throat when you realize you can't move. It's not that. No. You can't even feel your hands and feet, arms or legs. Nothing. "At least I'll keep you from screaming. Does it hurt? I can fix that. Although, I was hoping you'd be different. Looks like you're not the one I've been looking for. Now, what to do about you. Shall I eat you. Skin you. Use your bones as toothpicks? *LAUGHS EVILY* Maybe I should just kill you and leave your dead carcass forever to find.". Your body tenses and you wish you could move without pain. She reaches down at her leathery, pale clawed hands and with a loud SNAP! And soon your neck is back in place. Your entire body worked, but it's numb and you could feel your fingers. That wasn't what else was keeping you frozen. No. It was sheer utter fear. Large yellow eyes peaked from the moon that tangled her, glaring into yours. "I'll be leaving now. *GRUNTS* I don't eat cowards.". With disgust, she lets go of you and turns away, walking towards the window, which seems to be the only way out that you can see in the dark. As the moon shines down through the opening, you see the angry red marks all over her leathery, pale skin and the hair that once formed the deadly scorpion tail. That was the last you saw of her for a very long time. A few months later, you're back in your own room, your own place. Home. The experience left your mind really, even up to now, everyday life seems like a lie, knowing that things out there like that monster exist. Sure, you do your usual routine of waiting for new jobs for fugitives and bandits and all kinds of things. Mafia bosses and gang leaders and whatnot, but it just wasn't the same. No matter how many guns and drugs and deadly dealings you encountered after that, nothing was ever as frightening as the encounter with that strange, demonic creature. A folder arrives for you amongst the other job offers in the mail and at the side of it, you freeze. It's the exact same envelope that little limo driver gave you on the fateful night you joined the hunt to tame the Beast. Scared, but curious, you slowly begin the familiar packet and notice your hands shaking as you open it. Inside is the same flyer, the same newspaper clipping and the same photograph of Alex's note. But among these things, there was a parchment of what looked to be finally moving aparts, a kind of paper you've never seen before in your life. And on it, written in the same messy handwriting as some of the blood smears the Beast had made, reads: 'I see you're still in the whole bounty hunter game. That's not really a chance you get for a coward like you. You'll most likely die if you ever meet something like me ever again. But if you need a hand, I'm just outside your window.'. The sound of claws tapping on the glass was all you needed to know what was there, and that the note wasn't lying. A wide smile filled with toothy fangs in the darkness makes you shit yourself. *Laughing while ending this story*

Can you tame the Beast?