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The Beast and The Girl

To say that the beast was hungry was an understatement. It was more than just hungry, the beast was hunger itself. The pain in the pit of it's stomach echoed throughout its body constantly reminding it that it needed to feed. It needed to consume. To turn flesh, blood, and meat into its own. To complete the cycle and start over. An endless loop of pain, hunger, feeding, and pain again.
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The girl walking down the foggy cobbled street, would never know what hit her. Never know what happened. She would only know the pain.
She would know razor sharp claws and teeth designed only for tearing and ripping apart meat and skin. Her bones would break and shatter under the force of the beast's jaw. The blood would hit the cobbled stones of the street, creating abstract images of agony and terror for the authorities to find later.
"Oi, she mustve suffered quite a bit," they will say.
The beast does not care for these things of empathy and it's impact on others. It's selfish.
The girl continued to walk, and the beast continued to stalk, hungering. The thought of blood dripping from it's mouth, warm and thick. It made the beast salivate. The prospect of halting this wrenching agony in it's pit was even more tantalizing than the meal itself.
She passed neon lights in the night air, everything slowed at this hour. The lights seem to blur at their edges, becoming one with the night air and creating a visual affect that made the street seem like a painting. Drunkards stumbled home, doing what looked like a dance in the soft glow of the night. She dazed into the sky.
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The beast closed in, it was time to strike. Time to feed and consume. To end this pain. And start again.
The beast could now pick up the scent of the girl. The meat clinging to her bones would be ripped from their grip on them. Veins and nerves would tear, and blood would be shed. It closed in. She was unaware anything was going to happen. She dazed at the painting that was the night sky. It closed in, the scent of her flesh now being too much to bare, it needed to strike.
She turned around.
There was nothing there. It was just an empty street.
Some drunken stragglers dancing in the neon lights as they stumbled on their way. She turned back.
The beast returned to its stalking. The disguise of a drunkard was simple but effective. It could not risk being seen. It had to hunt in solitude and without witness.
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It could not resist any longer.
It struck her back, digging into her spinal cord. It caused pain to race through her body. It spun her around and threw her to the ground. It pinned her down to the stone street and dug its claws into her shoulder. Blood flowed through the cracks of the street, creating a complex river system that lead back to her dying body. The force of the beast crushed her shoulders and rib cage. The bones snapped and splintered. Piercing her lungs. Deflating any air she could be saving. The beast salivated over her body. Leaning over once or twice to lap up blood from the street. It filled the pit. But it must feed more. The beast threw back his head and came back down on her throat. The teeth sunk into her esophagus. Her blood filled the beast's mouth now, and ran down it's mouth. It tore out flesh, and went at a furious speed, now consuming her. It would be full. For now. It would leave her with severed arms, a gaping hole in her stomach where it went searching for the organs. Her eyes pulled and crushed. Blood, veins and vile scattered the street.
It consumed. The echoing pain resides. For now.
It would return. And it will need to feed again.
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Epilogue:

Officer Daily described the girl's murder that of a wolf or bear attack. Graphic and violent. Savage.
The only thing found at the sight of the murder was a knife. No prints either. It was an impossible murder. Daily will spend his career looking for the beast. Following it's feeding ground. He will never catch or find the beast. The beast belongs to the beyond and the depths. Hunger, pain, and consumption. Pure evil of Balthun's creation. Daily cannot comprehend the beast. Therefore he will search with no avail for all of eternity. The beast feeds and that is all it knows.

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