Creative Writing: Mary Shelley's Frankenstein

The red eyed prowler growled out at the wounded creature, snapping it’s injured jaw at it before grabbing the fleeing pigeon, pulling it roughly towards him and snapping his jaw down on it’s neck before anyone could move. Blood splatted against the ground and the creature’s face as he ripped the silenced bird out of his mouth, swallowing the decapitated head and throwing the limp body against the wall. The place where it’s head once was sprayed blood across the white wall paper and carpeted floor. The prowler seemed to grin at them as blood dripped down it’s fangs and off the tip of its chin. The sight was gruesome, turning the stomachs of the small animals as they watched, helplessly, as one of their friends was torn in half.
Reo winced, jumping between one of the prowler’s legs, dragging his claws against the decaying, rotting flesh on the inside of the yellow eyed monster, ignoring the warm, crimson liquid that poured over his back and let out a loud growl. …show more content…
Blood splattered from his gums as he lunged forward, swinging his metal looking claws at Foxy, who bounced over the arm and onto the prowler’s shoulder, headbutting him in the forehead.
The night-prowler at the window let out an enraged, pained howl as the animals pushed him back, knocking him back. The prowler’s bony, metal knees hit the window sill and he let out a small whimper before falling out the window, his claws ripping into the wood on the sides of the house before he landed on the spiked fence, two of the sharp spikes ripped through his rotten lungs, clotted blood splattered through the open wounds while the prowler tried to pull himself free, hacking harshly before going