" Sometimes the world doesn't need a hero...
Sometimes what it needs is a monster. "
• Thęy thøūght thēÿ håð kiłlėd mė,
thaþ thêįr ñightmårës wêre ôvër.
Høw ŵröñg węre theŷ,
Før thē bėaßt çåme bäćk Šþronger •
None of the main characters are mine...
Her ear - piercing scream echoed through the tenebrous woods as she heard his vague footsteps get louder. Crying, falling down before him. She begged him for mercy, to have her life spared. He cupped her face, smiling, as he starred back at her with his sharp brown eyes. Soon that smile faded away, now replaced with a disgusted frown. He dug his sharp nails in to her skin, as if trying to rip that look of hope right off her trembling face. He bent down on his knees, before gradually closing the distance between them. As be leaned in, he whispered gently into her ear. " *sigh* How pathetic. "
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➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ An innocent soul, into the woods she was lured. Where the bone chilling screams of a banshee were heard. Where his victims die slowly, no signs of clemency. Ignoring her cries, Begging for mercy. Where he lurks in the shadows, A " Demon. " A " Monster. " They scream and he laughs. No humanity left. Then he'd carve out their names, And cry at their graves. He'd whisper, " I'm sorry.. " All respect he could muster. For they didn't know, All these nights behind bars, He had spent to recover, From his battle scars. The beast never left, And hence came back stronger. Masking the hero, A here no longer.. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖
" Stiles? " Her voice shaking, he laughes cold and harsh. " Please stiles, you're scaring me. " Eyes welling with tears, but no mercy is shown. Nails dig harder, flesh breaking under his fingers.
A scream bit back, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.
