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CHAPTER TWELVE 
HIS GLARE PIERCED ME 
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⠀⠀⠀Because we see that the glass window-screen that basically formed a third wall of the bedroom that faced the backyard-- which was dark forest really. Made only worse by the literally glowing fog (glowing because of the early morning light)-- and just how open it was.

⠀⠀⠀And if that wasn't frightening, something else made any plans of... um, affection... take an immediate backseat.

⠀⠀⠀A growl coming from behind us rattled out chests because it was so loud, so close... So un-earthly...

So possessively    
dangerous.



It was H I M.

⠀⠀⠀The monster that attacked us on the road and nearly killed us both... He stood there, his jet black fur fuzzy, and clotted with dried blood in some places. His muzzle was lined with scars-- probably from the exploding car... Or maybe from the tree-branch that Mr. Clarke rammed into his--its-- face.

⠀⠀⠀I couldn't breathe. My mouth was open, and I felt warmth glidng down my cheeks and the stinging of my eyes. "Abby..." I heard Mr. Clarke whisper my name, but the creature growled and snapped at him and I jumped out of fear and slipped. I landed on my butt, and its piercing eyes found mine.

⠀⠀⠀My body was trembling, and I was useless. My mind was absolutely blank, but I still forced myself to crawl. Crying and choking as I tried to stop hyperventilating, I blindly roped the floor as I crawled forward towards the door.

⠀⠀⠀Crash! Something large hit the floor. I turned around to see Mr. Clarke on the floor, the creature over him. His arms were buldging under the stress of forcing the creature's black furry hands away from his neck. It snarled at him, and I could only gape at its large white teeth.

⠀⠀⠀"Run!" Barely hearing him, I scrambled madly to my feet and ran into the wall. My glasses fell off my face and the world was evne more blurry that before. I frantically tried to hide somewhere when I heard Mr. Clarke yell out in pain. I heard another crash and made the mistake of looking back.

⠀⠀⠀Although injured, the creature continued to limp towards me, its mouth open as it breathed heavily.., its maw now torn and bleeding, and its side showing signs of heavy bruising. The eyes gleamed, silvery and bright, at me. I shook my head, terrified, but it kept coming.

⠀⠀⠀Shapr claws scraping against the dark wooden floors.

⠀⠀⠀Glancing to my side, I spot Mr. Clarke. He was strewn over the ground, and he had the painful resemblance to a broken Barbie Ken doll. I winced at the sight and bit down a sob. But I didn't have much time to mourn because at the sight of it, the creature screeched--and it looked painful to do as well-- and choked out a snarl in my direction.

⠀⠀⠀The closer it got to me, the more I pressed my back to the wall, and the more I saw it. All the injuries that litered its scrawny body. The black fur was missing in tufts, the blood that soaked its coat dripped unto the floor in dark pools, the ribs-- I nearly gagged at the sight og them.

⠀⠀⠀The rib bone had forced its way out of its tuough skin, and the ivory shone out against the contrast of black fur.

⠀⠀⠀But both to my relief and horror, the grotesque animal seemed to be healing-- extremely quickly. I didn't know if I had the heart to kick that protruding bone back out a little further...

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