The Beast Within

Ed slowly drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the effects of the purple smoke. The smoke even seemed to invade his dreams, causing his face to contort from discomfort.

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A small 7-colored crocodile rested near the bank of a blue river. The crocodile was missing its right arm and had a burn-scar over its eye. It peacefully enjoyed the warmth carried by the glorious rays of the shining sun.

Suddenly, the crocodile stood up, its eyes turning red. It was hungry. So very hungry. Its eyes turned sharp as it spotted its prey. A pack of gazelles was nearby, completely oblivious to the threat lurking just a dozen or so meters away. The gazelles were much larger than the tiny croc, but it did not seem phased by the challenge. Instead, it grew even more excited to go for the kill.