The Beast in Me

Prologue

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Prologue:

"It's time to go to bed, Safrina." Momma said, lifting me off the couch.

"Why, Momma? I'm not tired." I said as I yawned.

"Of course your not. Go brush your teeth. I'll be up in a moment." She said with the gentle voice I was used to.

"Okay." I said as I ran upstairs to the bathroom where my Snow White tooth brush was waiting for me. I brushed my teeth and ran into my room. My pink pajamas were waiting on my bed. I quickly changed into them. I laid down in my bed and covered myself with my hot pink blankets.

My mother came in and looked down at me with a smile. Her long brown hair started tickling my face, so I giggled. "Good night, my little angel." She said before kissing my turned-up nose.

"Night, Momma." I said, closing my hazel eyes. She stood up and walked out the white door of my pink room. I turned onto my side, facing the window. It was open, with the pale pink curtains fluttering with the wind. I heard knocking on the door. I guess moma and dadda have friends over to play, I thought. I couldn't have been more wrong.

I heard the door crash open and Momma screaming. Dadda was yelling at the peopele to get out of our house. I kicked off my blanckets after I heard Momma stop screaming. As I opened my door I hear two loud bangs and Dadda wasn't yelling anymore.

I walked slowly to the stairs and I saw three big men walking around the livingroom, taking everything. I saw Momma and Dadda lying on the floor with a pool of blood surrounding them. There was blood all over Momma's shirt and in Dadda's hair. I heard myself scream. The men were holding their ears. "Why did you hurt Momma and Dadda?! You are bad men!" I screamed.

The men weren't taking things anymore, they were coming up the stairs to kill me. I ran into my room and slammed the door shut. I pushed my night stand agaist the door to keep the men from coming to get me. I sat on my bed, holding my knees and crying. A couple seconds later, I stopped crying. I remembered about the men taking everything. I got off my bed, moved my night stand, and walked downstairs to where the men were. "You will pay for what you did to Momma and Dadda. I'll kill you all." I said quietly, just loud enough so they could hear me. I didn't have my voice anymore. It wasn't the soft voice of a six year old. It was the cold, emotionless voice of a killer. I ran down the stairs, my fingernails turning into claws. My eyes turned red and my teeth got sharp like they were all canines, sharp canines.

I ran up to the closest man and ripped a chunk of flesh off his neck with my teeth. I tore through his face with my claws. The other men saw me and ran. The doorway was suddenly sealed with things from all around the door and the men were trying to break through. I walked up to another man, who tried to fight me off, but was only repayed by getting his throat ripped open. The last man was still pounding on the door when I got to him.

He turned around and saw my red eyes staring up at him. "Please, don't kill me. I don't deserve to die." He said in a deep voice. I would have thought it was calming if I didn't know he killed my parents.

"Is that what Momma said when you killed her? What about Dadda? Or did you kill them without even letting them talk? What makes you think you deserve to live?" I said calmly like I didn't just kill two people. He didn't say anything. "I thought so. Go to hell." I said before stabbing my hand into his chest. I walked up to the bathroom and washed my face and hands. The water turned pink with blood. My favorite color isn't pink anymore, I thought to myself, It's red. Like the blood of those men. Those horrible men who killed my Momma and Dadda. 

And my eyes.