💘HEART OF A BEAST👺
(Love is the word💓)
BY BLESSING SILVER
CHAPTER 4✏️
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He limped forward, his mind faraway recklessly at what this strangeness could mean.. What was it trying to reveal to him indirectly.
The pain was severe, very severe and excruciating and it got worst as he limped, stabbing his insides with a new bur-sting ferociousness.
When was the last time he felt pain; he couldn’t remember or maybe it never happened.. He remembered not even a single chapter of his life. So this is how pain feels?
He wish he wouldn’t feel it and damn what was he thinking pla-ying games with those cops??
As he had thought their bullets had no effect on him, not a single one and he still felt nothing as he walked to rest.. He only remembered that the pain started when he began resting, he had felt it but had brushed it off carelessly.. He hadn’t even realised that he was bleeding.. He didn’t feel the liquid until he was told.
Realization dawned on him then..
He felt pain.. He saw blood and he felt the we-tness on his skin, in his b©dy. He felt human, felt everything they could feel and heard his own breath!!
He felt his heartbeat going fast and heard his p@n-ts. For the first time in forever!!
Is that a good or bad sign..
Does it mean he was becoming human again or just another bad sign to remind him that his death is near? No, not his death. He’s dead alre-ady, he only had his walking corpse now but.. But back there he felt alive.. He felt like a human! It was like he never died.
What is happening to him?? He wondered and who was she? his helper.. Why did he feel that electrifying spark in his system when she t©uçhed him?
Why did he s-en-se death, experienced it a second time and j£rked back to life the next minute??
He had so many questions and he was going to the only place where he would get answers to them.
He wanted to disappear.. The limping caused pain to tear at his b©dy, he felt his whole being on fire and he realised sadly that he couldn’t use his powers, he couldn’t vanish.. At least not in front of her. He didn’t want to scare her like that but on a second thought, he realised that his powers weren’t working and suddenly he was getting weak, very weak and was giving way to unconsciousness again when a figure flew past him, taking him along and he knew who it was; his lifesaver.
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💌Kayla’s POV💌
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I stayed in that position with my face bent, as more paint drenched my clothes. It st©pped after a while, I looked up, shielding my face in case it was another trick they were trying to pu-ll on me but instead I saw the perpetrators and just as I had thought, it was Shane and the remaining gangs.. Andrew was there too, laughing so loud that his voice echoed in the pas-sageway.. He gave me a ‘this is not over’ look and walked away, he goons following.
I stare at my clothes, a complete mess and I’ll only make more mess if I move.. I look around as if searching for help but every students that pas-sed by only gave me a mockery smile first before walking away like I wasn’t even there. It hurts even more when Jake joined the mockers, he didn’t spare me a second glance after it.
“Take off your boots”
I thought the voice c@m£ from my head but I felt a pres£nce close by, I tilt my head backwards and saw a girl, a strange looking girl.. She looked very much like a doll with her light pink hair, her face was caked in so much make up and her l!pgloss was more than enough on herl-ips, her mouth held a lolli-pop. As soon as our gaze met, she started walking away.
“Thank you” I yelled after her but she only kept walking without acknowledging my gratitude.
I carefully took off my boots and land my feet on a safer place.. I walk to my locker, gr-ab my bags that had my extra curriculum clothes and a pair of tennis shoes. I slammed it shut before walking to the restroom, I chose one and lock the door after me.
After washing up and changing my clothes, I tie up the ruined ones and left them in the trash can, I checked my reflection one last time in the mirror before walking away back to clas-s.
Andrew flashed me a deadly glare as a teacher taught us. I ignored him and focused on the work.
During lunch break, I used the cafe, bought my lunch and began eating it quietly.
I felt a cold liquid drip from my head down to my shoulder before strolling down. I paused at the chill and glance up..
“Oops!” Kira said in sarcasm “sorry nerd, didn’t see you there” she said before drinking out of her glas-s of orange jui-ce.
“Cut it out Kira, I’ve told you that isn’t a nice way to talk to smart people. Poor four-eyes, I guess Kira couldn’t recognize you from the really nice outfit you have on” Delia ch!pped in, sounding more sarcastic.
“Let’s get past that. Do you mind us sharing the table with you? It’s the only free one for now” Gina said but I kept quiet, refusing to answer them.
Well, just so you know these three are the biggest bully in Melville high. They don’t pick a target, they just go for whoever they feel is a weakling or a loner and it’s sad that I got chos£n today. I stood up and gr@bb£d my book..
“You can have it. I’m done” I told them calmly.
“Aww.. Are you leaving because of us. We can go ahead if you want us to” Delia said with a scoff..
“No, it’s okay. I’ll just leave instead”
I cleaned myself up again and head back to clas-s.
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His eyes flung open and for a split second he expected to feel the excruciating pain, a ban-ging headache or a completely jelly b©dy but he felt none.
Just like before he didn’t feel himself breathing and he saw his b©dy floating on the air, he didn’t feel any emotions..
He felt like dust p@rticles once again. He felt again, like a corpse.
He looked around and his gaze met her aged eyes, she was bent to a chimney pot, talking softly into it.
Her long grey hair sweeping the floor beside her as she stood up and walked to him, he sat up..
“What could it mean?” He asked her and she looked up from the pot..
“What did you say happened?” She asked him, looking back at the pot..
“I-I felt sparks when she t©uçhed me and for the first time I bled and felt.. Pain. I also could breath like a human being, I felt alive” he said..
She at first was quiet and when she looked up at him, he saw the alarm very obvious in her eyes.
She stared quietly at him and it ignite fear in him.. From the look in her eyes, it isn’t good.
“Belle?” He called her, fear surrounding his voice.
“You found her” she finally spoke up.
“What?” He asked, as if unsure of what he heard. “Found who?”
“The one who can quic-ken and del@yyour existence in this world. Your chi-mate”
“S-so she’s real? She’s my helper? As in the one that has the ability to bring me back to life?” He asked and Belle nodded, her grey hair pla-ying along.
“And your final death” she added “forever”
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Okay, I didn’t plan to post today but the shares made me, we pas-sed the target. The comments were more of ‘next’ and not completely encouraging. If you have nothing else to comment just write ‘interesting’ or leave a nice word for the author. I won’t have anyone next me on my own post. No next, or next pls. It’s unallowed plea-se. And I know the chapters are short, that’s how far the encouragement can go for a page of close to 24k followers. If we improve, I’ll make the chapters longer. I can’t type for three hours to get just 1k likes in almost 24 hours.
If we do better on this chapter then I’ll post early, don’t make me skip for 2days.
💘HEART OF A BEAST👺
(Love is the word💓)
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BY BLESSING SILVER
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CHAPTER 5✏️
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Light, finally he had seen light at the end of the tunnel or maybe not at the end but at the furthest p@rt after eight years of climbing throu-gh the pitch dark path, he finally saw light..
A brink of hope.
He finally saw a will to live and not give up. He finally picked the right option and got a tick for it.
“You finally picked the right one this time. Congratulations” Belle said with a stiff smile, sparing him only a quic-k glance not wanting him to see her happiness.
It’s been eight years, both of her being with him, saving him if nee-d be and encouraging him. It was all she could do to tame his dark heart.
His pains were like one that couldn’t go away. She’s glad she stayed until he got it right.
“It’s been eight years Belle” he cried out at her.
“I know and as much as you can’t wait to meet her again you have to be careful around her, she also contain powers that can quic-ken your abs£nce from this world, not even your spirit will be spared” she warned.
“See her” he repeated thougtfully.
Giving Belle one last look, he dashed out of the room. Running and running..
He nee-ds to find her.
He got to the cemetery, the place he left her. He looked around but she wasn’t there, he couldn’t find her neither could he detect where she was.
“No” he shook his head “no!”
He can’t lose her not when he had just found her, he can’t go back to picking options after he just got it right.. He ran around the wood, that p@rticular area, searching each grave place over and over again but he didn’t see her.. His eyes started to water as his hopes dashed into pieces right in his face.
He looked back at Belle.
“She was here! I left her right here, I swear! It was right here!” He panicked to her. Fear taking over his voice. “But I can’t find her Belle! It can’t be that she left right?”
She walked over to him.
“She left here doesn’t mean she left the city or this town. You can find her.. Her smell, you remember it, don’t you?” She asked and he nodded slowly.
The familiar smell of her blood.
“Then you can meet her again and first you nee-d to think of a more approachable way to meet her so she doesn’t freak out. You can’t just walk up to her and tell her that you’re a beast” she said and he nodded.
“Now let’s head back, your transformation is near. Come-on” she said and he followed her back to the grotto. Turning back to as-sure himself that his helper isn’t there.
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📚Kayla’s POV📚
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“Mom?” I called in a bit of surprise, walking toward her in the parking lot, she was standing beside her car.
“Hi baby” she hvgged me.
“You didn’t say you’d be picking me up” she said.
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” she said, pu-lling away from the hvg. “You don’t look like how you did this when I dropped you and-” she held her shoulders and check me up and down..
“Did you change the clothes you wore this morning?”
“Yes. It got stained so I changed to this” I said, moving away from her and getting into the pas-s£ngers side, she got in and I did the seatbelt and she started the car.
“What happened? You’re not supposed to be on your period today” she said and I gave her a look.
“What? Is it weird that I know when my daughter have her period and when she doesn’t?” She shrugged at the grimace.
“Menses isn’t the only thing that stains you know” I told her.
“Yeah. Tell me about it” she said.
“Arent you late for work?” I asked.
“Not too late to know how your day went” she said.
“Well, I got stained with paint” I said and before she could talk, I ch!pped in.
“Any heads at the beast case?”
“Not really”
“So we’re not leaving this town anytime soon?” I asked and she shook her head sadly.
“Can’t you just resign or something, this place makes me sick” I said.
“I can’t do that, honey. I’ve gone too far to back out now. You know why I’m doing this right?” She asked and I gave her a curt nod.
“I just hope you get off this sooner” I said “can you book time to see dad this weekend?”
“Um.. I don’t know honey but I’ll try. Okay?” She asked and I nodded. The ride went on quietly.
“Mom, what if you’re working too ha-rd for nothing? What if Tracy’s death wasn’t caused by that.. Creature?” I asked.
“I doubt that. You saw the b©dy and the lab result. I’m doing this to get justice for Tracy and for the other victims like herself”
“But what if you’re wrong? What if Tracy’s death was caused by something else. Just because we found her in the woods in a pool of blood doesn’t mean she was killed by the beast. It could’ve been something else” I said, fighting the urge to spill it out..
“Something like?” She asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe wild animals or a careless driver that just pushed her to the woods to save himself” I said. Mom gave me a suspicious look.
“Do you know something that you’re not telling me?” She asked.
“What? No.. Of course not. I’m just ma-king up my own theories that could’ve possible caused her death.. I feel like you’re pushing too far on nothing” I said.
“Honey,” she reached out and t©uçh my palm, squee-zing it with hers.. “I know how much you dislike this place but I still have to find justice for your sister and I don’t think that I’m on the wrong path.
From now on, I’ll try to make out more time for us” she said and I nodded..
“We’ll leave once this is over, right?” I asked “we’ll go back to dad and stay with him until he wakes up?”
“If that’s what you want then we’ll do it. I promise” she said and I nodded with a small smile. .
I wish I can just tell her the real details about Tracy’s death. True, she was found lifeless and close to the wood but the beast had nothing to do with it. I can remember that day like it just happened, we had just arrived at this town and mom was bent on denying the transfer letter to be the detective in charge of the case because of her capabilities, she hopes it gets accepted because she was doing it for us; Tracy and I. Left to her, I’m sure she’d have taken the promotion.
It was three days after our arrival and Tracy, her ever nosy and extroverted sister alre-ady made friends with the neighboring kids. She had a b©yfri£ndtoo and because of the beast terrorism, mom warned us never to stay out late. While I found this town disliking, Tracy found it fun and interesting.
And few days after she got into the relationsh!p, she got invited to a night p@rty the day after. She informed me about it and pleaded with me not to inform mom about her abs£nce, I warned her; seriously and severely but she was adamant and bent on going.
I had no choice but to pl@yalong and that was after she gave me the address of the p@rty’s venue and promised to call me if anything goes wrong.
She snuck out that night with mom oblivious of it. I remember vividly that it was 12:00am, the earliest hour of the morning.
I dosed off after but j£rk up after my mind drifted to Tracy, I had a nightmare about her and my mind won’t st©p signalling to me that something wasn’t right with her. I tried her line countless times but got directed to voicemail after seconds of ringing. I immediately gr@bb£d a jacket, snuck out throu-gh the back door and head toward the address that Tracy had given me.
I was only few miles away on the lonely and narrow road with ba-rely nothing tangible in sight. I walk down the road, continuously trying her line as I walked and just after I took another step, with my palm holding the phone to my ear as it rang; I heard soft murmurs closeby and with careful steps I moved closer to the sound, it c@m£ from a nearby pile of bushes. I walk toward it and that was when I realize that what I was hearing weren’t murmurs, it was a song pla-ying, the song that Tracy had picked as her ringing tone. With a racing heartbeat, I walk to the bushes, very close to the entrance of the woods and I g@sped when I sight Tracy. She was whimpering In so much pain, her stomach had lots of blood stains on it, it had completely soa-ked her clothes.
I skrie-ked and quic-kly crouch to her, trying to get mom on phone but the service was bad, really bad.. I didn’t get even a single signal, I wonder why it had to happen at that point. Tears clouded my eyes as I quic-kly held Tracy to myself, her breathing c@m£ out like gr-unts.
“T-Tracy” my voice violently trembled as I pronounced her name.. “What happened to you?”
As she opened her mouth to talk, more blood poured out from it to the floor.
“F-f-fake” she muttered with her strength “it. Was. All. Fake. Kay!” She spoke in staccato.
“Fake?” I repeated “what do you mean fake and what’re you talking about?”
“T-t-there. Was. Never. A. p@rty. It. Was. All. A. Lie” she said, her strength starting to wear off.
“What?” I mumbled in confusion. I gave a glance to her bloodied cloth. “The beast did this to you?” I asked and she shook her head, I blinked and my tears dropped.
“No. Hit. And. Run. I. didn’t. See. it coming” she whimpered. “A-ahh!” She yelped.
“I’ll get help okay! I promise you, we’ll get you out of here!” I said, my tears falling continuously. She gr@bb£d my palm, her we-t and sticky palm trembled on mine and I gave her a look..
“Y-you can’t tell mom that I snuck out. You have to promise me that, Kay!” She said calmly yet coldly.
“Mom will find out when she sees you this way, it’s useless keeping it from her”
“No! She’ll feel really bad and ground me. We can think of something but you can’t tell her I snuck out! You have to promise me that” she said with a lot of difficulty, her f!ngersdigging into the flesh of my palm.
“Okay, fine. I promise” I said.
I moistened myl-ips as I tried mom’s line again, there was still no service and Tracy was dying.
I wanted to ask more questions, I know she had more to tell me but for the sake of her strength, we both left it for a later that never c@m£.
I began screaming for help and after few minutes, a good Samaritan helped Tracy into his car and took us to a hospital. There I got to contact mom, she arrived immediately and I told her where I found her, though skipping the p@rt that she snuck out and mom at once concluded that it was the beast. The aut©psy results confirmed it even though I didn’t know how that could be possible.. She clearly told me that it was hit and run.. How can the lab result speak differently?
I would’ve just told mom the truth, I nee-ded Tracy to be unconscious so she can explain to me everything she told me back there. I un-derstood none of it. If the p@rty was fake then who invited her and why wasn’t Joe ; her b©yfri£ndwith her. Why would a vehicle hit her, draw her to the bushes and run off? And why did the result confirm that it was a beast attack when Tracy told me that it wasn’t?
So many questions were on my mind and I still had no answer to them. I wonder how I’ll ever be able to explain such complicated thing to mom as the cause of Tracy’s death so I just made her believe what she thinks.
And it’s even better that way cos it’ll only increase her zeal to catch that beast and quic-ken our chances to leave here, I’ll just have to wait until then.. I thought.
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