Beowulf from Grendel's Perspective
One night, as Grendel was sleeping soundly in his home in the swamplands, he was suddenly awakened by the sound of music. The music angered Grendel because he had been up late the night before entertaining his monster friends and was in need of his beauty rest. So he headed out the front door and headed to see what the commotion is all about.
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Upon arrival at the mead hall, Grendel notices the door is much to small for him to enter through it easily. This does not make him happy because it happens everywhere he goes in the little human towns. So he squeezes his shoulders through the small opening and manages to ask the man at the nearest table what was going on. The man, being exhausted from his own celebrations, was to tired to even notice the beast standing over him. Monsters of Grendel's type are not used to be ignored and see it as disrespectful and so do not like to be ignored. Which is why Grendel pulled his head from the doorway and reached his claw in to snatch up unsuspecting man. Everyone else in the room was too busy to even notice the man being lifted from his place behind his drink. With the first man out of the way, Grendel decided to try a different approach. Again, scrunching himself down partway through the door, Grendel looked for someone to tell him what was going on. He cleared his throat and said with a rough, gravelly voice, "Excuse me!" No one noticed. So he said it louder, "Excuse me!" A few heads turned. After a number of astonished gasps, more turned to see. Detecting he was now the center of attention, Grendel asked what they were all doing making so much noise so late at night. The men only stared at him. So he asked more simply and slowly, not knowing if they were intelligent or not, "What are you doing?" The only response this time was an echoed "Get him!" This surprised Grendel because they seemed to say it in unison. He jumped slightly and hit his head on the doorway. He stood up and rubbed his head and knocked over a horse and its cart with his foot. He stubbed his other foot on the corner of the building and stumbled off dazed and confused but deciding to come back later to get in the last word.
A couple of hours later, Grendel returned. But this time nothing would surprise him. He came to the mead hall once again and peered inside to see everyone asleep. He tried getting their attention but nothing worked. So he ate them.
Grendel decided that he really did not like these people. So for a number of years he would return to the same place to eat the people.
One night as Grendel came into the hall he noticed that the people looked different from usual. So he carefully picked one up at ate it. It did not taste terrible but it was different. This was when he was attacked by one of the little human things. It grabbed onto him with a grip like his own. It was freaking him out. He tried shaking it off unproductively; spinning around did nothing as well. It was latched onto his arm quite tightly. As Grendel lunged from the direction of the human, his green flesh was torn and his arm became the property of the human. Grendel did not want to give away his arm; he was used to it and enjoyed having it around. But, he was willing to leave it behind if it meant he would be able to get away from the annoying human. So he left.
Being short one arm, Grendel decided to retire from eating the humans and to go visit his mother at the bubbling pool. He thought maybe she would have an extra he could have or at least an idea of where he could get a replacement. And he walked off into the sunset.
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