Bride of the Beast
A mammoth of strength and wickedness that opened the bullet of his large jaws to bellow waves of rage toward me as I sprinted to meet him, slapping his disciples out of the way like they were all but flies in my salad.
Thoughts of my best friend, the golden fuzz of his hair, the way he always had a comeback and a half ready for every affront, and the gleam of his brilliant smile that I would never see again swirled in my head as I jumped, flying over the heads of the beast’s minions.
I stifled a grunt as I landed heavily on my hind legs, shaking myself out as the boy circled me, the silence now absolute, save for our loud, frenzied breathing.
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