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by weasel
Rated: ASR · Short Story · Death · #1428448
A chick bullied gets revenge, with her beast buddy.
The dark stone room had a chilled air kind of impression, the kind that you get from the hearts of the vengeful. This sense about the room gave Julia a convulsions of shiver ripping to her head down to her toes. She had woken up in this strange place feeling groggy, head spinning. There was no real way for her to have any knowledge of were she was, nor did she have any clue why or how she had gotten were she was. For she wasn't even completely positive if she was still in the same state.

         Julia's life mainly revolved around her. She was considered selfish, conceded, and most of all materialistic. She would rather spend hundreds of dollars on a shirt, then help a child dieing from starvation. More then anything else, she found total joy in bullying the less fortunate. 
         Emilia on the other hand, was consider the freak. No one ever heard her talk, neither the teacher nor any student. She was very much considered mute. One thing about her, she was never greedy. Whatever she had to give to the needy, she gave, always with a smile. Her clothing was never over extensive, it more then suited her small personality.
         It was a Friday when Julia had stalked Emilia on her walk home and gave her a large push sending her flailing into a large puddle of clayey mud.
                   "Why don't you talk now you mime." Emilia had just gotten up showing no regard for what had just occurred. Calm looking, she swaggered away but inside she was fuming. Then, just as she was far away a devilish smirk twisted her face.

         As Julia stumbled aimlessly around, a large fire combusted suddenly in the middle of the cave. It was obviously a large camp fire set with flints and wood. The cave had a warming orange glow about it, even with the huge size. A very familiar girl stretched on her back behind the fire. It was the girl Julia had pushed into the mud. Her classmate, who now sat up smirking!
         "Where the hell am I?!" She bellowed in her overly annoying nasally tone. Emilia's smile grew like a child about to be rewarded. A deafening growl ricocheted through the cave.
         Out of the darkness stepped a large reptilian beast, which stood like a raptor only much, much taller, about Nine feet taller. Large armor plate like scales slid mainly down the beasts back on his chest and ultimately a prominent scale between his eyes down to its snout. He had an haunting whip of a boney tail.
         Julia was unable to form a eligible sentence. It came out as an unintelligent murmur.
         "Now who can't talk now." Emilia's smirk was enough to cause an overly muscled guy to cringe. This smirk was not the smirk of an innocent teen but what some would expect the devil of.
         Julia ran the other way. It would have been the right reaction if not for the large creature. It was already in front of her. There would have been no way she could have possibly out run or even out smart this beast. Its thick tail, with a large bone club hit her, sending her body flinging like a rag doll. The cave stopped her motion. She sat with blood dripping from every crevasse of her body. She squirmed at the feel of the dark thick liquid oozing down her arms, but found herself paralyzed.
         Emilia danced to Julia's tattered and dismantled figure. Her foot lifted, then slowly descended upon Julia's shattered collar bone, pressing harder and harder. A horrid shriek of pain and anguish erupted out of her gored body.
         "You know" Emilia started, "the world is going to be a better place without you." She heaved her foot deeper into the gushing wound, ripping it out of the shoulder set another rip of screams echoing out of the cave. Emilia splashed through the lake of blood that filthied the stone floor. "End the beast suffering." She snarled. Julia was truly the beast here, and she finally got it. She had killed herself. She accepted the last sight of the beast's jaws coming down upon her.


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