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The Beast Within

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I could feel my temperature rising as I watched the moon serenely glide up the night sky, the dark clouds making it look gloomy. I tried to ignore the sting I feel all where my skin is in contact with the chain, but I couldn't. It felt like being stabbed by a thousand sharp knives. I looked down from looking at the moon to look at Mason, He had this worry on his face like all this wasn't even going to be close to success.

Chapter 1The Encounter

*Thunder clasp*

*Gasp*

To me every thunder clasp sounded just like the growl I heard earlier before I was bitten by a monstrous beast. What could have bitten me?... A beast I know, but what type of beast is that?... I had no Idea of.

Pressing my hands tight against the bite, I blindly ran through the woods, hoping to find my way back home, and at the same time lose the beast. But that was a ghost hope for me, and for a beast that large, I don't know how I can escape here.

*Twigs breaks*

"Shit"... I mumbled.

I willed my legs to move faster, ducking fast to avoid the low hanging branches. I could hear the soft thuds of its paws as it pursued me .

A thought crossed my mind. "Maybe this was a game to it, like... common aren't Leopards, and Lions known to first play with their prey before ending it life? "...

Then, I saw flashes, Hmmm, This must be a mind trick... I told myself, or maybe the bite is beginning to take its toll on me. "Could that have been what I thought I saw?"... I asked myself, as I tumbled through, hoping what I saw was actually headlights of cars speeding by.

Then... I assessed the distance, few more strides till I escape here. I could hear the beast closing up on me from behind...

Jake!

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