The Beast: A Narrative Fiction

As the mouse dangled freely above the beast's agape jaws, an all too eerie silence washed through the room providing background noise for the mouse's squeaks of terror. That silence dominated, until her struggling had ceased and he felt her pick apart his mind, a sharp and thin knife aiming towards his rawest and most protected of memories. It was as if the kitten had finally formulated its plan of escape and came up tearing flesh with razor-like claws, spitting forth to freedom, melting the dragon's skin away from the bone as it produced a hearty roar of contempt and animosity. The mouse, in its state of distress, had finally called is companion out from its prison and had vanquished the demon, but in the mighty mouse's retaliation, it had also declawed and muzzled the kitten, leaving him helpless as her mind tore apart his own to have it destroy itself from the inside out. …show more content…
All of them were crisp, clear and vivid as they were replayed through his conscious. The smells and sights, all of it. The metallic scent of blood in the air, the emptiness in her violet eyes. Even the minute details like the crimson life essence that had barely begun to dampen her blond hair: beads of red blood perched perfectly on several strands that had crept up from the slowly blooming pool around her. She was still warm, her had remembered that much too, but despite her warmth her limbs were limp, unable to bestow onto him the hugs and comfort she once did, she was broken, ineffective and lifeless, like a damaged doll. His heart had felt a physical pain that day, one that was mimicked in this hour of suffering as well as the formulation of the presence of his white wolf that had kept her company while Thomas shooed their sister away and they waited for Justus to come home and see what he had led to their