Monster

Chapter 1

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He lay there, prone on the soft bed of grass. It was the only reason he was alive, as it had broken his fall from the top of that tower. That didn't mean he wasn't hurt though. He knew he had broken several bones in his body, including his ribs, which had definitely hurt his lungs. If not for the convenient grass, he would be dead. Maybe it would have been better that way. No. Those thoughts are not manly. In the meadow where he lay, he could just hear the voices of the retreating mob. A familiarly deep voice said, "As usual, he failed and disappointed me. He better not come home. Because he is not welcome there anymore." The great Gaston lay in the grass, broken in so many, many ways, and wept.

The book was snatched out of his hands. "What are you doing, boy?"

Beau looked at the ground, fidgeting with his hands. "I was, I was reading, sir."

"Reading? Reading! My boy, reading! Stop these sissy activities at once. Have you done your workout yet?"

"Yes." Beau hung his head, but it was jerked up by the hair and then a stunning blow descended on his cheek.

"Yes what?" commanded the figure.

"Yes, sir." Beau replied. To his surprise, another blow came down, this time on the other side.

"Yes WHAT?"

Tears falling freely, "Y-y-yes, Papa."

The figure sighed. "Oh what am I going to do with you Gaston?"

"B-b-b"

The figure got mad again. "Stop stammering boy!"

"Beau. My name is Beau. It's the name my mother gave me."

Papa again delivered a blow this time to Beau Gaston's head. As he was recovering, Papa said, "No. Your name is Gaston, not that girly name Beau. Do you understand?"

"Yes Papa."

"Good. Now run along to the gym." The figure looked disappointed. Beau wondered what he had done, but dismissed it. He was always doing something wrong.

Years passed, Beau(he still went by Beau, no matter what Papa said) was now 11. He was a burly young lad who read books in private, so as to not 'ruin the family name.' He was still a kind soul, and therefore was still beaten by his father. Then one day, his father came home drunk.

It wasn't an uncommon occurrence. But this time, Beau's mother was violently ill. Usually she would(somehow) manage to withstand the beating, but this time....Beau watched his mama die, bleed out in his arms. The same mama that snuck him books and taught him when his papa was away. The last words she said to him were, "Beau, I love you. Don't..." Beau saw red. He rushed at his father and managed to punch him once, only once, before Papa beat him down. But this time, there was a glow of pride on Papa's face.

"Finally. Finally you've become a man." And after so long of rebuke and only rebuke from his papa, Beau Gaston took the praise like food given to one who has been hungry for months. 'Don't' must have meant 'Don't disobey your father'. Some part of Beau knew that was ridiculous, but praise-drunk Gaston was no longer listening to that part of himself. From that day, he changed. He changed into the burly, manly man of manly men his papa had wanted him to be. And he told himself he loved it.

"Son, it's time you got married."

"You think, Papa?"

"Oh, I know. You will marry the best of the best."

"Of course. A Gaston always gets the best." Gone was the kind hearted child Beau Gaston once was. All that was left was Gaston, town hero, hunter, heartthrob, monster.

The moment he had seen the eyes of the Beast, he had felt a fluttering in his stomach. The part of him that was still Beau(however small, it was still there) reminded him that that had been described in his books as love. But Gaston dismissed it as excitement. Not to say that the fluttering wasn't one of the reasons he was so eager to kill the Beast. After all, the Beast was a man, and Papa had some choice words about men who loved men. And Gaston wanted to please his Papa. So, just in case the fluttering wasn't excitement, Gaston wanted the Beast out of the way. Who knew where his heart would lead him?

Beau lay alone. Guilt flooded his every pore. It was like he had been awakened from a curse in which he had acted so horribly. Beau Gaston wanted with all his being to apologize to Belle, to the Beast. But he knew they would kill him on sight. And Beau wouldn't blame them. Monsters needed to be put down. He didn't know when he drifted off, only that he cried himself to sleep.

When he woke up, two voices were coming closer and closer. Merde. It was Belle and the Beast.

Is this any good? The next chapter would be about Belle and Beast realizing they had Stockholm. Should I continue? Do you like the name?