A deer calmly nibbled on the grass. A graceful buck, enjoying the rays and the grass, which had hints of dew on it, satisfying his hunger and quenching his thirst. The ground was damp from last night’s showers, so the woods were damp and quiet. However, it meant that any potential predators or hunters wouldn’t make a sound, for the soft ground repressed any noise. It was prime hunting season for hunters.
“Red wine. That’s why it’s in a wine glass.” She smiled sweetly, the bitch.
Isha didn’t get giddy. She was not the calculating and emotionless menace of the Greencrest basement that some made her out to be, and was not the feral lunatic others figured her to be for that matter either. She preferred to take the days as they came, her eye on the steady improvement of her…
“Completely forgot. And that’s what I like about you. I see you and I think about lazy things, like taking your wallet or beating you up or some light humiliation. But you, that’s never enough for you. You always make things just a little bit worse for yourself, dig yourself in just the tiniest bit further, and you open my eyes to so many unique and wonderful ways to tear down a person.”
“I’LL RIP IT OFF!” Taima screamed. Her sentences dissolved into jumbles of angry gibberish as she jumped up and down, feathers flying in the tantrum. Words came back to her in twitchy gasps. “DO YOU HEAR ME? I’LL RIP IT THE FUCK OFF!”
“Dude,” he continued, “I still won’t go near the water closet upstairs, I don’t care how many times they clean it. That place looked like a snowman blew his brains out!” he cackled once more, slapping his knee and drawing predatory looks from the students trickling out of the cafeteria. Not predatory in the usual way a boy might have feared, more in the sense of a den of lions staring at a very loud and slow gnat.
But it wasn’t the wolf he had thought he saw. The bags under this monster’s eyes accentuated it’s piercing gaze, the tireless face of a hungry beast. No smirk, only a cracked grin that split across its face like perfectly measured blades. He saw his face trapped in the thing’s eyes, pale and trembling, encircled by the cold flames of its pupils.
