Beast

London

At Night

There was pitch darkness on all sides. Lightning flashed from the smoky rain, making the darkness even more frightening. The trees were moving so fast.

Even on this horrible night, don't know who he was. He probably didn't care at all. The buildings in London were sloping and he was crawling on top of the building in this desolate place. He was climbing barefoot very skillfully. He was completely soaked in the rain.

Climbing from one side to the other, hanging upside down with the help of his legs, he gently opened the window with his sharp fingernails and looked at the bed in front of him. His lips were smiling. Slowly he straightened up and sat on the roof with his eyes closed towards the sky. It was raining on his face. His smile was spreading. He ran his hand through his hair. His face was still towards the sky. He was enjoying this terrible weather.

He lowered his face and opened his eyes, which were red. Perhaps the demand for prey had created a storm inside him which was stirring more than the storm outside. Spreading his tongue over his lips, he hung up again, opened the window and entered. He looks at the unaware man on the bed. It was his last night. He slowly stepped towards the bed and sat on the bed with pleasure. He started stroking his hair vigorously. He got up but when he saw this terrible man sitting next to him, his scream came out. The man attacked his throat with his teeth. He sat on top of him and began to weed him. His hands face and clothes were stained with blood, but he was busy eating his flesh.

After two days

The sound of teasing fire echoed through the forest, as well as the terrible roar of an animal. A long, wide scream came out of her mouth as she was already looking around with frightened eyes.

Then the throat of this scream was brutally strangled by placing his hand over her mouth and at the same time it was said in English in a very cruel tone.

“Beware, if you move or makes a sound, I will kill you.” The poor girl was already so frightened. The rest of the fraction was taken out by his cruel tone. Frightened by him, she did not even look back to see who was the executioner who was threatening her?

He kept his hand over her mouth, dragged her back a few steps, and then brought her away and slapped her hard on the ground.

“Lie down here without making a sound. Already my whole plan has been thwarted. If you make the slightest noise, I will not give up.”

Poor Ayla saw the blood coming out of her arm when it was cracked on such a rocky and rough ground but he moved forward again. Tears welled up in her eyes.

“Oh my god. What is the punishment for this crime? What I have done to face such a terrible man in such a desolate and terrible forest.”

When Aila saw him coming towards her from a distance, she was startled again. His terrible threat frightened her terribly.

“I have lost so many days of hard work because of you. Stupid girl, I just want to cut your throat. Why did you need to scream so carelessly if you are so cowardly? What are you doing in this forest? Go and sit in your house.” He was standing on top of her. He was staring at her and screaming.

“I have been waiting for him for three days. Today, this golden opportunity came to me, but I do not know why you came down, not only that, but because of you, my target was shocked and the bullet hit him in the leg.” He was scolding her and she was silently shedding tears.

“I don't know where he is hiding in the bushes. The injured lion can't be left like this. Now he will be in my ambush instead of me.”

He was talking to himself, thinking to himself, talking to himself. And she forgot to cry and just got frightened in the name of the injured lion. He looked into her frightened eyes and smiled sarcastically.

“You should worry about yourself. Do you know that instead of me, you are the one to get into his hands? It is a great pity.”

And then, without waiting for an answer, he moved on.

“He is probably going back. Oh, I should ask him for help. As is the end, man is better than this wounded lion, even if he is like an executioner.” That she who had been sitting in the same angle for so long got up and ran after him.

She did not deliberately shout that he was already overwhelmed by her screams.

He was walking very slowly so Ayla took him in a couple of seconds and addressed him with a sigh.

“Look, I have lost my way here. I would be very grateful if you could help me.” He listened to her and spoke without need.

“Firstly, I have no interest in serving the people. Secondly, even if it happened, I would not do it for you.”

Looking at him with a furious look, Ayla came in front of him and spoke in a pleading tone.

“Please help me, for the sake of humanity. I did not scream on purpose. You forgive me. I will die in this horrible forest with fear and terror.” She was standing in front of him with her hands clasped and tears in her eyes. He stared at her for a couple of minutes then moved on.

She, who had been standing in a state of hope for so long, calmed down and followed him.

Ayla was almost running because he was too fast but she was still far behind him. He did not care for her whether she was following him or not. But she was still running, as if she was afraid he would leave her. She had probably been running so fast for half an hour when he stopped at a jeep and sat in the driver's seat. He opened the door and as soon as Ayla sat down, he started running at full speed.

He probably liked to speed things up.

Walking fast, driving fast and speaking in a loud voice to frighten the person in front. He did not even look at her with a cursory glance at how many times she had looked at him stealthily.

Black Jeans, Black Jacket. Long Shoes, Revolver stuffed in jacket pocket and dagger in pants pocket, the style of driving the Jeep and his facial expressions were telling that He was probably a professional hunter. He is fully aware of this place and the conditions here. Ayla's heart was somewhat satisfied.

She was thinking after taking a full look at him when the jeep stopped with a jolt.

Without saying a word, he jumped out of the jeep, lifted the curtain of the ancestral tent in front, and went inside.

She was shocked at his rudeness.

He is such a ridiculous and rude person. If he had helped, then give some proof of humanity. She was sitting in the jeep burning.

When ten or fifteen minutes had passed and he did not come out again, she was forced to get out of the jeep and enter the tent like an uninvited guest. She kept her facial expressions friendly. He had a tent. It was a complete luxury bedroom. At least it was different from all the tents she had ever seen in her life. The whole tent was wall to wall carpeted. Single folding bed with green and gold prints, light blue sheet, and folding chair on the side, the box was placed in front of the bed, that is, along the other wall of the tent. She has not seen anyone hunting in such a magnificent manner.

He was busy making tea for himself without noticing her arrival.

She was very angry at her insult but there was no other shelter so she was forced to drag herself and she sat down on the carpet.

“Just think, what would have happened if I was found by this wounded lion? I have been torn to pieces? Meeting him in these circumstances is also a spoil.” She calms herself by thinking this.

After drinking tea, he lay down with his head on the fluorescence.

Ayla looked up at him twice, but his eyes were closed so she could not guess if he was asleep or awake.

When she came with him, it was half past four and now it was six o'clock. She tried her best to get some sleep, but the comfort of the tent did not allow her to succeed. She wanted to make a cup of tea and drink it, but to do so was tantamount to gambling. So she kept restraining herself and then she did not know when she sat down and fell asleep.