beast

She was walking alone in the alleys. The smell of smoke and alcohol lingered in the atmosphere.

The darkness combined with this made the alleys more dangerous for young girls like her.

Her eyes were as sharp as a razor as if trying to tell the bad guys that if someone tries to harm her then they were going to pay for it with their life.

One of the drunk men's looked at her with lust in his eyes.

"Hey, sexy babe, do you want to have some fun?" He said gulping down another sip from his almost finished bottle.

"Ah, another bastard. Moon goddess, I know that I am not your favorite but why do you have to always make me kill people when you can just kill them by some accident?" She groaned in her mind.

"But as you are giving me the pleasure of killing a few bastards, I shall grab it," She smirked before moving her legs their way.

"Now that's a good sl*t. Ready to please whenever called," the same dark man said clumsily jumping off his car.

The sound of something crushing rang making the other drunks sober.

"What's the sound?" One shouted.

"Alarm clock is ranging as it's time for your friend's death but if you insist, I can edit it and make it death time for all of you," she smirked, holding the broken bottle in her hands.

"A-are you crazy? Put this down," the most sober one among them said.

"Why? Am I wrong for wanting to kill someone who bad-mouthed me? Should I feel bad for having curves and wearing a gorgeous dress? Should I feel guilty for being a girl? Or because I exist?" She sadly smiled, looking down.

She looked like a sad little girl.

She blinked and a tear left from her left eye.

She wiped it off with the back of her left hand, quite harshly.

The most sober one felt bad and realized what his friend was going to do and he didn't even bother trying to stop him.

"I--I am sorry for his behavior. He didn't mean to scare you. H-he is just drunk and clueless about what's he saying," he tried to justify his friend's actions, even though he knew what his friend did was wrong.

"It's ok. Teasing a girl is considered normal in our society, isn't it? It's harmless fun after all," she sweetly smiled, her expression changing faster than lightning.

"Damn, I should become a actress. Living with Orme did wonders to me," she thought.

Her smile seemed fake yet the most sober one signed in relief.

The first drunk guy, who misbehaved with her was watching all of these with a creepy smile.

"I can see that you want her just as much as I do. Don't worry, you can have her after I am done. All of us can share her one by one," these words of his triggered a bad memory of her.

"You all want to share me? Am I an object without any emotions?" She looked at them with angry tears falling from her eyes.

She blinked them one by one to get a clear vision.

An abnormal smile came to her lips. Her eyes were crying angrily while her lips were smiling bitterly.

A sudden urge to kill every man got in her mind. All she wanted to do at that moment was destroy everything and everyone.

A bloodthirsty beast is what she was slowly turning into.

"Drunk words are usually honest words. Does that mean you also want me as much as him?" She said making a sad face.

That sober man looked shocked. He aggressively started shaking his head in the negative direction.

"No, No! I don't want to. I am talking them away as soon as possible. You should probably go back to your home," he said before giving her an apologetic smile.

"Don't go back, beauty. We will take care of you like no one has ever done," that same creepy guy said, reaching out to touch her rough lips with his fingers, trying to see how they feel.

"You got rough lips for a beautiful face," he said still holding her lips.

She gave him a gentle smile and he returned it with a creepy one.

Her eyes changed and she bites his fingers so hard that she could feel his disgusting blood in her mouth.

The metallic taste felt like poison in her mouth.

She spat it out.

"But you got the disgusting taste as your personality and face," she said pushing that broken bottle straight into his stomach.

His lips which were busy screaming a few seconds ago started spitting out blood in a swift.

Other drunk guys around him felt off their place.

All of the drunk-ness leaving their body and eyes became as big as soccer balls.

"W-what the fu*k are you doing?"One of them screamed.

"Trying to see if his stomach got enough space to devour me. Are you blind? Can't you see that I am making a beautiful hole in his dirty stomach?" She said pulling that bottle out.

The fresh smell of blood spreads everywhere. The transparent bottle was looking like someone painted it with red color.

"It's not red enough," she made a sad puppy face before shoving it in his stomach again.

She pulled it out and it looked redder than before.

"Now that's pretty enough for someone as special as me," she childishly giggled.

Her face looked so innocent and gentle that no one could guess that she could kill someone.

That creepy man tried to hold her neck to choke her to death.

"On the verge of death, you still want to feel how a women's skin feels? You are a certified pervert, tsk. And I am a certified pervert hater," she said before stabbing him with the same broken bottle.

After a few more aggressive stabs, he died.

"Now that's how a pervert like you should be killed," she smiled looking at his dead body.

She looked up to see the others still looking at her with shocked eyes.

"Come on, you all don't have to be this dramatic. Had you all been a little bit more brave, your friend could have been alive. Now, 'toxic men up' and try to harm me because if I go back unharmed, your fragile male ego will get hurt," she said cracking her neck.