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Beast turned towards me, still crouched, and growled at me.

Meet Beast: Elite Special.

It was a two heads shorter than me. I have no clue what gender it is. It seems to be neither male nor female. The Beast has been mutated so much that it can barely feel pain. It also doesn't bother shaving, and its extremely hairy... like an orangutan. Like grossly hairy. It is super strong because of one of the Gifts, and it has very sharp teeth and claws.

Its purpose is to hunt and kill.

I was to be its prey today.

But what Beast didn't know was that its prey still had guns.

And yet again, I didn't do well with machinery...
Unknown Third did.

This would be an interesting fight.

I took out the MP5 navies from behind my back, where I strapped them to my belt. It was easier to run this way. I held them in front of me, ready to shoot with my fingers on the triggers.

Beast growled louder now, and its green eyes glinted at me.

Better to make the first move. I pulled the triggers and simultaneously bullets poured out. The floor exploded up into little splinters, and the wall chipped away in little bursts. I didn't need to aim. I just needed to make Beast panic.

But it didn't. Calmly it dodged the first wave of bullets, then jumped on the wall, and flew at me claws first with a wild snarl. I tried firing at him, but both guns clicked to tell me I was out bullets. No matter. These guns didn't need to work for me to make use of them.
I was better at throwing things anyway...
Chucking one gun, I squarely hit Beast in the middle its forehead. I knew I had cut it because blood started to mat its hair on its forehead. This foiled its jump, and fell short of me. Un-fazed by my attack, it again lept at me with a vicious roar. Using the other gun like a bat, I swung it to hit Beast sideways in the head. And like a ball, it was thrown into the corridor wall. It made a decent hole in the wall, but I was prepared for it to come back.

I hated things who couldn't feel squat.

Not shaken from being hit by 4 feet of concrete, it sprang at me again.
When will this thing learn?

I jumped into the air to turn sideways, kicking Beast as if to kick a soccer ball.

It had learned.

It grabbed onto my leg with its claws, piercing my skin unmercifully. I screamed as pain thudded into my brain like ram. I finished the kick by kneeing it into the other wall. Concrete crumbled. The kick wasn't as powerful as I wanted because I was partly stunned from the pain. It still hung on me. I took a bunch of its hair, forcing it to look up at me. I then slammed its back into the wall again, trying to ignore the terrible pain in my right leg. Punching it in its eye, it lessened its grip on my poor, blood be woe leg. Being slightly dazed from the hit, I grabbed both its arms, yanked them a way, and shoved its ratty, disgusting face into the wall. I heard his ribs crunch a bit, and realized the time it made a hole in the wall, it was a matter of time it got a punctured lung.

Now, you may think I'm being a little too harsh for this poor creature called Beast. You may be thinking that inside there's a real human being. That if I made friends with it, it would be friendlier. Maybe it was traumatized and maybe if it went through therapy it would be nicer.

I'm sorry, but you're so very wrong. Very wrong.

Before Beast became a Beast, it killed innocent people. Its primary target was children. It would skin them alive and watch them bleed. It would tear out their eye balls, chop limbs off, and watch them suffer one at a time... and enjoyed it.
The thing before Beast was a serial killer. No difference now. It just got claws and fangs.

Now maybe all the sympathy you had for it is gone.

Cause that little thing just bit my arm.

Lith©2007