She closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the sting of death. Something heavy was on her shoulder, but it wasn't painful?
it, was warm, and strong but only for a moment. It wasn't a monster, but a hand?
"Did that twisted monstrous figure hold her shoulder with such warmth" she thought in disbelief.
She peaked open a curious eye, only to see, not a monster, but a man. A man much taller then her, in black leather jacket. He wore a pair of jeans that looked to have been many years old, with dark hair. She could not see his face, just his broad back infront of her, in his right hand a crowbar dripping with black oozing liquid.
She peired over his shoulder on her tip toes, no longer in fear but in curiosity.
The female was laid on the ground, spread in a terrifying pose. Teeth outstretched, ready to peirce her heart. A gapping head wound could be seen spilling vital blood and ooze.
The two smaller ones made a weeping noise and ran deep into the woods.
A man with one eye appeared behind the girl, quickly and quietly making her jump, but he paid no mind. "Sir, should we fallow them?" he asked in a military tone.
"Nah, let em grow, even a mean guy like me wouldn't want kill a baby. Right, Jimmy?" The Leather jacketed man smirked shaking the fluids from his crowbar.
"No Sir, I guess not." The large man said caught off guard. She couldn't help but think he seemed disappointed.
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