Beast are we

“Fuck you!”

“You fucking bitch!”

“It’s over!” He yelled as left the house; drunk and pissed he began to walk along a path behind the house.

“God damn it, that stupid fuckin whore needs to get off the fuckin rag!” he was saying aloud to himself as he stopped to take a piss.

     As he finished a loud howl arose behind making his hairs stand at attention and with a death cold chill stammering his body he slowly turned to see the pack of flesh eating beast behind him snarling their rancid death pearls. Gazing into the grim eyes of the demons he noticed a girlish creature amongst them. A being not just in the dark, but consumed in darkness. Too dazed by the she-beast the drunkard forgot about the horde of beast, probably as anticipated for that instant they attacked. One went for his ankle another tore at his neck as the she-beast attack him all awhile biting and sucking the flesh an blood from his face an neck. The beast feasted until daybreak leaving only blood, bones and little flesh of the dammed wretched human met his divine fate.

 

CH2

 “Wake the hell up, mothafucka!”

     My brother yelled at me, hysterically abstruse.

“What!”

“The!”

“F….”

     I halted as he passed me the joint.

“Well… never mind.”

     I said remorsefully.

The fatty went as though it were a Jew in World War 2, burnt to nothing. I finally got up, thereafter doing so I got lightheaded and in all stonededness dramatically said,

“An then I stood up.”

      Becoming to wobbly I sat back down, slowly.

“Oh shit!”

      I’d realized it was the first day of school.

“Huh?”

      My brother retorted with the paranoid look of lost.

  “I’ve got to get ready.”

  “You got a light?”

 

CH3

 “Flick, Sssssss, Whoooo!”

 “Holy shit, I’m so fuckin tired,” I said to myself as I lit a cigarette, waiting on the bus.

One more year, that’s all I’ve got and thank Satan that’s all I’ve got left in hell.

The desolate place contaminated of the infectious disease, stupidity. If there’s any place that contains more self indulged, ignorant, incompetent, despicable creatures then it should be Jimmy Hoffa’s best friend.

“Shit!”

The bus was coming and I still was smoking my cigarette, so I took one more puff and threw it in front of the bus as it came to a metal screaming halt.

 

Moving through the optical corse of legs and backpacks I found my way to seat number 23 which was recently vacated by the kid sitting in for reasoning I do not understand. It could have been that I was the only senor to ride the bus, though it could be the way I glared at him. Baffled by my newly acquired seat as I peered out the window pondering on how this school year will go; I could not help but feeling observed. I looked to see the observer as though they had done something startling. Glancing quickly enough to catch the eyeballs peering at me, too discover a creature hotter than hell or any of its occupants. Too beautiful to be a design of any mortal, I thought I was daft to believe she was looking at me, that girl in seat 14. Drifted into the world of thought, time was lost and so was I. When I relapsed into reality of the mortal world, we had arrived at school. Drifted back into my world I can’t even begin to pull my thoughts together in order to recall that day at school nor anymore until that sunny Thursday in September.

As I got through the maze on the bus I noticed that she was not in her seat but in the one in front of my usual seat, in which someone was sitting. Instead of trying to get the such sought-after seat, I decided to sit with her. Not knowing what to say I kept quiet as I contemplated my move as though to be making a move in a game of chess, when she made hers.

“What’s your name?”

Damn I could have done that, I thought as I cracked out, “Gre-egg.”

   “What’s yours?”

“Amy,” she quickly replied, “Amanda is my real name, but if you call me that I will kill you.

“Well you can call me x,” I said, “reading and writing is over-rated any way.”

“Ha! Nice,” she complimented as she reached in her bag and pulled out some rolled-up brown paper towels, too tightly wrap for me to see the incarcerated content of them.  

“You are a wolf.” she said

“A wolf,” I replied without an answer in return.

She unwrapped paper towel and found the calcium and iron particles compiled to arrange the form of spinal cord of a deceased rodent her dog had slaughtered and buried an had been fetched from the grave of the possum. All while undoing the concealed object, she asks in a casual character, “had I ever killed before.” Stun by the question an answer was hard to come across when all I could contemplate was on whether or not she meant a human and couldn’t help but consider that she may have killed before. All thoughts flew from my mind as she put the iron scented thing to my nose and told me to smell for the act was apparently needless for I smelled the fragrance of blood already. Although; the question of me sucking the damn thing was unthinkable, unquestionable to anything with the insight of or even close to a subtle human being. To suck on a bone is seemingly primitive, repulsive and intriguing. For what happened next change my perception of her forever. Not willing to taste the possibly infectious marrow she gave me the cretins’ vertebrae. Not willing to protest I took it with great interest.

 

CH4

Like monkeys we are, like cats we are, like all beast are we. We have this need to feel free, to feel happy, to judge others, to hate and to feel pain. Though, the need to feel is just a want. For the fact that it is in all beasts’ nature to take life for their own to go on, this is why the world goes round, death and life must be. Whom which decides who lives and who dies is not truly know nor is it truly know that there is a decision. Accordingly; we have been decisive on deeming things good and bad, all on the judgment of others. Fate is more complex than computer circuitry and brain surgery put together, but why we do what we do is even harder to understand. So why I did it I don’t know, but I did it. I asked her out and I loved her. Sometimes the hardest things to understand can be the simplest things to do. As the sky on a cloudy day, my mind was clear. Compulsion drove me to do it. Just to feed the beast and make me happy. The revolting thoughts of love were just the termites’ of the tree yet to grow. For hate was so imbedded in me that love could not register into my brain, for the feeling of happy made me sick. Months flew by as I saw friends die, trees grow and love fly. Amy and I had the feeling of free that lovely night of the winter’s spring, the cold night with the warm feeling.

“Tap!”

“Tap!” rapped at my window.

Going through the assortment of thoughts as the lights were lost and the drape were drawn but all I could see is the night. As I yawned I saw the shadows move as a ripple in a pond. Closing the drapes and hitting the lights as I dress real quickly as I headed into the night. The moon was so beautifully bright though only shadows approached me that glorious night. Not scared but curious to see I walked into the dark, how stupid of me. The wolfs they growled then as a pack they howled all along she approached me. The womanly beast, she snarled her teeth, lips at gums peek her breath was strong but her mind was weak. It was Amy she was some type of werewolf freak. She bit an snagged my hand but luckily my silver cross bracelet I believe had set me free. I ran for the house sure I’d be run down I whipped out my knife ready to kill for my life. I stopped at the door when my knife hit the floor, I fell to my knees. I heard deaths’ rattle the sound of bees. The demons whispered as a voice in my head. The screaming of demons and the cries of the dead were all like voices inside of my head. Shivers and shakes my humanly flesh a beast form it takes. My body it quakes my eyes they shake. The human he corrodes away but I the beast am left to stay. In the world where the unicorns fight and the werewolves play. The devil will dance and the humans will pray.