His heart was beating stronger in his chest when she stood her ground. But this time, it wasn’t the excitement for a blood filled hunt, it was… empathy? No! There was no way. Caught up in confusion on what he was feeling, the beast had no time to react to the sudden attack. The blow of the bag directly impacting the head with nothing blocking it.
A angry, blood curdling scream escapes him before the tall man beast stumbles to the ground. Blood starting to run down hi face as dirt and sticks fell to the ground. The taste of copper filling his mouth so that he has to spit out blood. His own, sharp teeth having cut open his tongue. Anger and rage rising in side of him, as the girl ran away.
BITCH! YOU WILL PAY!!
It takes him a second to stand up straight again. Face covered in red, his glowing eyes trying to focus on his prey again as she tries to run. Oh, he wouldn’t let her escape again! She wouldn’t be able to stop him from killing her! A low growl starting to rumble through his chest, then, he sprints after her. The pain in his head growing stronger and so does his irritation and anger. Who was she to mess with him like this? NO ONE! That’s what she was! Nothing! Prey that was supposed to get torn apart by him. But then why… why did something inside of him want to not do exactly that?
The beast shakes his head and let’s our a angry yell as he starts to close the gap between him and the girl- his prey! Hand, covered in her and his earlier victims blood, reaching out to grab her hair.
She almost chokes on what feels like blood and bile rising in her throat, nearly hacking as she continues to run. She wants to stop running, to try and do something about the fluids that rise in her throat and try to choke her...
But then she hears the approaching footsteps, the haggard breathing of the monster running up behind her, and she knows she can't stop. Not now, not ever, because something will always chase her down. Something will always be right around the corner, ready to threaten and ruin her life and whatever semblance of peace she has.
A part of her feels betrayed by this feeling. That she, for a moment, allowed herself to feel peace around something, only for that trust, that treaty of sorts, to be broken. Shattered and to have the pieces scattered around her, never to be picked up and put back together again.
Why would she feel such things though? And why now?
Her confusion is her mistake. It gives her a moment of pause, a moment of stumbling. It gives the monster enough time to catch up. It allows the monster to dig fingers in her hair, pulling at it until it feels like her scalp is about to be ripped off.
She gives a sudden, loud shout, raising her hands up to try and rip the hands off, struggling for a moment in the monster's grip. No matter what though, she could never be strong enough to escape, blood falling from the man and onto her face as she looked up at him, teeth gritted into a nasty scowl.
There was only one option left here, and while it's not something she wants to do, she has no other choice at this point.
She twists herself in his grip, ignoring the growing pain in her skull, and bites down on the man's arm. Hard.
It feels like she has bitten right into a twig, a hard crunch breaking through her ears before she tastes the copper sensation of blood. She forces herself to ignore it for now, to instead bite down harder on the bark like flesh in an attempt for him to finally back off.
He could feel the force when he grabbed her hair. Feel how it ripped and how the skin under it moved. Shaking her a bit as she struggled to get free. Growling directly into her face when she dared to look at him. Blood obscuring his view as it ran down his face. He blinks. A picture of his prey flashing before his eyes but… she was smiling. He blinks again and sees her pain filled face again. Going directly for his am.
Before he could react, her teeth already sunk in his skin. Breaking though the layer of dried mud and skin. Tearing open his flesh. A ghostly how escaping him. More pictures- memories flashing by. Bright color on a garage door. Blue eyes staring at him. Blue eyes lifelessly staring into nothing. But the one who bit him had brown eyes. Eyes that had looked at him with kindness before. With excitement and... hope.
The beast lets go of her. Shoving her away, not caring how it ripped his arm open. The pain inside his head greater than any pain he had ever felt. Vision getting blurry from tears collecting in his eyes. This was not right. THIS WAS NOT RIGHT!
He whimpers, blood running from his nose like a river and forming a puddle on the dirt. Glowing eyes looking at her with so much pain and sadness, before a sudden, painful ache runs through his head. Pitiful expression changing back into a hate and rage filled one. Screaming at her with blood and spit flying. Only white pain filling the beasts head.
The girl only lets go as she's tossed to the ground, unable to prevent a sharp yell from escaping her mouth as she hit the ground, injured arm first. Once again pain, sharp pain jolts through her entire arm, and she thinks, for a split second, that this is the part where her arm finally falls off.
As she slowly sits up, she finally takes a breath once she sees that her arm was still attached. Torn and nearly snapped in half with pain rolling off it in waves, but still there and gushing blood. There was no time to take care of it and the injury, but for now she allows it to rest at her side, clasping a hand over it as she stands back to her feet.
She spits into the ground to try and remove the copper taste from her mouth, spit stained red that sticks to the ground below. Even if she was broken, bloodied and battered, she still had that scowl on her face. In a stance that lacked any cowardice. Oh, there was fear, but like hell was she running away if the other came for her.
After all, she had a feeling she couldn't outrun him. Not in her current state.
It falters all too quickly though once she saw the other's face. Her aggressive look falls away into confusion, for once hesitance in her eyes.
The sight makes her head hurt. Of course it hurt because of the monster before her tearing at her head, but there was something else now. Something more inward that only served to make the woman more confused as flashes of memory worms its way into her mind.
For now though, she tries not to think on it. She does something else, something she's wanted to do since the start and only now got the chance to.
She runs. Quickly, leaving a trail of blood behind her that she tries her best to keep small as she moves, breathing uneven.
She doesn't look behind her to see if the monster was following. Nor does she look around to see where she is going. All she does is look forward and run into the fog.
And eventually, she disappears from the Wreckers Yard.