Scars

It was in the dark of night when only the moon illuminates the grounds. According to one legend, this is the time when the hellish creatures come out to play. That is, of cause, what one small beast believes: that creatures from the dark depths of hell come out roaring and clawing for food. Then when the roar gets hypnotic, they jerk forth and suck their victims souls out of them.

The master was rubbing the small beast when they heard the horrible sound of the monster wheeling towards them. The monster stopped and turned its gaze upon the small beast and his master. His eyes flickered with an unnatural demonic glow. The monster then grinned an evil grin as he started the electric roar that thundered and echoed throughout the dark and deep cavern. The small beast watched and waited for the monster to roll out of its own space and invade his.

Suddenly, the monster jerked back and floored it towards the small beast. The beast arched its back and bared his teeth as if to say, "Get away from me!" But the monster didn't listen. He gave the most evil, heartless chuckle that was ever even thought about on earth. He crept closer and closer to the small beast, smiling, showing his wicked fangs.

The small beast hissed and flipped into the air. The monster drew back, surprised that he was not hypnotized and sped off into the night looking for much weaker pray. The small beast came slamming down onto soft human flesh, ripping it as he raced off after the monster to make sure it would never return.

In his wake, there was a small master clutching her thigh painfully as the dark red blood started to ooze out. As she lay there, she thought a significant thought, "I will never again hold the cat when my mom vacuums."