With the two men going on a walk as if one was a dog she caught his eye.
"My beast!" She yelled running.
He jumped in front of him and growled at her seeing red.
He was always blue or yellow depending on different things. He was never red.
She stopped and looked at him in fear.
"I created you!"
He snarled at her. He didn't want her to get any closer to him.
Nothing was going through his mind to let her get any closer. He'd hurt her, he'd break every bone in her body, he'd be taken away.
"He obviously doesn't want you any closer to him or I."
She looked at him she felt like he'd taken her new puppy and raised it in a bad way.
"You changed him."
"I did not. He is just a beast."
"You're lying!"
"NO HE'S NOT!"
They both looked at him. He had finally sounded more beast then human. A rumble of an answer. More a roar then a yell.
"Please calm down" he said and he looked at him.
He moved closer to him and bowed his head as if he was his king.
"He never bowed to me before."
He looked at her and sat next to his one and only owner.
"I am not your's. I am his."
She looked at him. Then at the beast and shook her head. She turned and walked away as they did the same.
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Poison Ink
Teen FictionA drop of ink printed into an arm. A drop of blood falling from her hand. Nothing moves. He screams. No one hears. He's alone. Love is extinct. He's done.
