

The Beast - Short Story 1Slowly the crimson tear drop fell down, splashing into a dark red puddle. My warm tears streaked my dirty face, covered in the blood of others. Splash, another crimson tear hits that ominous puddle before me. The memory etched into my brain, forever there, forever tormenting.The Beast - Short Story 1
“Why?” came my voice into the still suffocating air, “Why?!” All it took was just one thing to make me snap, to make me kill. Slowly I looked at my battle stained hands, the blood of my dear friend dripping off them. And I asked again, hoping for the damned answer, “Why?”
The tick between each second on the clock near by seemed to be endless. Ti
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