The Beast

Ending 2

Ah, so you're here. You my good human have some potential, but it all depends on you. Let's see how this turns out.

~ Story ~

Before you have a chance to do anything, a gunshot rings through the air. You whip your head over to where you think the sound came from, ears still ringing from the deafening noise. It's the bartender. The bartender yells at you and scurry over to his side. He fires gunshot after gunshot into the Beast. It's growling, screeching and angry, clawing its way at you, even as parts of its shoulders, head and body are blown off. Its mangled form still charges at you and knocks over the bartender in it's angry rush. You scream as you scramble to your feet and run. A resounding howl is the only thing you hear, before the creature lands before you. Massive black wings, made of steel feathers, seeming to rip themselves from the flesh of its back. The stench is overwhelming and you can't help but cover your nose as you continue to get away. "*ROARS*". Its angry cries make you want to just curl up into a ball and disappear, but you're much better than that. Mustering all the strength you have, you go into a full sprint and run along the blood trail you first followed into this part of the woods. You hear a frightening sound when you realize it is the air being thrown around you of the sound of the Beast's cries, so you lifted to the sky. The sound of your panting is the only other thing you can hear, than the Beast's squeals of rage. With your fear overrun by the desire to survive, you can't die. Not now. Your name is more other than meets the eye. You finally make your way back to the tavern and slammed the door behind you, just in time to see too glowing eyes emerging from the darkness of the night. Not waiting for it to start rampaging against the exterior of the timber craft tavern, you jump over the counter and grab a couple of alcohol bottles, dousing the tables and chairs with the booze. You do this several times, even resorting to smashing the bottles against the walls and ceiling as you begin to hear the Beast's voice just outside, taunting you. Having been to several bars before, you knew that there would be a lighter if you searched in the right place for some of those fancier burning drinks. You find it and stuff it into your pocket. "Come out, little human. I promise I won't bite too hard.". All right, it was time. You must be crazy, but this was not the way you were going to die. You break the last bottle of Jack Daniels on the counter, staring at the sharpened glass each, before heading for the door. "I hear you...". You can picture it in your mind, the mangled, bloodied creature hunched in a pounce just behind the timber of the door, waiting to strike. That was what you were accounting for. You fling the door open and you were greeted by two rows of sharp knives for teeth. You scream out of surprise, but swing the broken bottle into the monster's head and it shrieks as you see the edge of the glass piercing it's eye, gouging it out in the process of you pulling it back. The Beast cries, its claws digging into your shoulders and pushing you back onto the floor of the taverns bar. In a frantic frenzy of its screaming at you and trying to bite, you pulled out the lighter and strike it, but you didn't know how long why. Perhaps it was the grip of its mouth from far worse harm, but its face confined amongst each shards of the glass. The creature shrieked and you managed to get away from it, scrambling for the door, slamming it into the monster's face. The cries and screaming as the tavern lit up like a Christmas tree. You watch as the light blooms, panting heavily, watching and breathing. But the creature, everyone had learned to call the Beast, never ditched through the flames. Whether it was alive or not, you didn't know, but you didn't care. Your head spins from the events and you don't remember when you fainted, but the first thing you see upon waking up is the grand ceiling of a mansion, decorated with graphic oil painting of a giant, you know supposed to be a man. "I see you're awake.". An arrogant voice greets you. "Apologies for not delivering you to your pathetic apartment, but I wanted to know if you succeeded in your task.". Whoever it was, it didn't take you longer than a few seconds to conclude that this man must've been your employer. You try to sit up, but realize that you're very firmly bound to the ground. You were so strapped to the floor by the ropes that he left there. He flips you over onto your stomach with his foot, letting out the sound of displeasure. "Shame, looks like you didn't tame the Beast after all. Otherwise it would've left its mark on you. Oh well, it looks like you're no use to me after all.". You hear the sound of the gun cocking and your heart freezes in your chest. Oh God. You were going to die after all. Ironically, not in the hands of some wretched inhuman creature, but at the hands of another man. A very human man. However, the sound of the trigger being pulled is never heard. Grunts and cries are what you hear instead and the floor suddenly trembles as another body drops onto the ground. You lift your chin up just in time to see a set of bright red claws growing out from pale feet, standing up. A frightening chuckle greets you, but the malice from it is non-existent. "Need a hand?". She helps you out of the binds with one quick swipe of her massive red claws. Once you're free, she turns her back on you and heads for the window, telling you to get out as soon as possible, before more men show up. You beg for her to wait and ask who she is exactly. She pauses, but not for long before smashing through the nearest window and flying away. You hear the sound of the creature's voice singing in your head, as a reply to your question. 🎶Ooooh~ when the voice that cries of love, shadows come at the sound of my voice, weeping and crying on my mind, I was a perfect tear of mine~🎶.