The Beasts: A Narrative Fiction

Suddenly, the sound changed.

First, high pitch sound. Then, to a tremendous collision sound.

The world turned upside down in a second, and collapsed.

Shock . Recoil. Rotation. - Overwhelming. Pain. Startle. Dismay. Fear. Frustration. -Explosion.

The light bloated and flew away. The scattered light went back together, swayed, changed its color, and began a savage roar while growing. There was a red and black beast in patchy pattern....

There was a man and a woman.

They were lying on the floor, smeared with blood and bits of glass. Weak groans came out of two mouths.

The beast attacked with its bare red fang. The red hot, sharp fangs pierced remorselessly to the two lying on the ground.

The woman screams.

She moaned and screamed while she desperately pulled herself together and ran away. She looked back at the man as she escaped.

But it was already right next to the man’s feet.

Soon enough, the man’s body-his legs, his arms, his hair-will be gouged by the blazing claws and fangs. He got sucked into the throat-to the stomach of it as its red tongue licked his body.

The woman screams.

She ran back while yelling out the man’s name. She reached out her scratched hands, holded the man’s arms, and pulled with her power as much as possible.

The man’s vacant eyes lights up a little when he saw the woman’s face. His sore lips move a little like convulsions. The man was calling the woman’s name. The name of a woman that he loved more than anything in his life....

Beast with spots continued to hollow joyfully.

Those claws without shape captured the woman's body at last. The smell of the burnt skin. The severe pain degenerates into dull numbness.

Among the burning fire, a man and a woman gasped for