Terror sat in the dark, willing it away. The warehouse was a perfect place to hide in. No one was around and it was dark. It was almost soothing to stay there. Almost welcoming. But the peace was ruined as doors opened and the lights were flipped on. Terror growled deep in his throat, peering over boxes. He saw two guys. One was carrying a gun and the other was dragging in a girl. They better have medical insurance, Terror thought. He crept closer and listened.
“Set her here,” the guy with the gun said. “When we get the ransom money, we'll shoot them both.”
“We're going to kill them?” the other asked.
“I just told bạn that. Set her down.”
“But bạn never mentioned killing!”
“I did; a few giây ago.”
“No! I'm not doing this anymore!”
The man released the girl and turned to run. Three bullets to his back stopped him. He fell to the floor, dead. The other man lowered his gun and looked to the girl.
“See that princess? That'll happen if bạn try to escape.”
The girl looked at him with fearful green eyes. She moved the red hair out of her face and stayed on the floor. The gunman sneered.
“That's a good girl.”
Ah crap. This won't be good. Terror took a deep breath before stepping into the light.
“Release the girl!” he shouted.
Both pairs of eyes turned to him.
“What are bạn doing in here?!”
“My job. Release her!”
“Last time bạn speak!”
The man fired his gun, and Terror moved. He dodged them and hide behind a large crate.
“Bullets only make me angry!” Terror called, his voice slipping into a demonic growl.
“Don't tell me. bạn hulk out if bạn get angry?” the gunman taunted.
“Something like that.”
He heard a snicker before he stepped back into the light.
“Drop the gun!”
Instead of listening, only thêm bullets were fired. One of them grazed Terror's arm. His eyes turned red.
“You shouldn't have done that!”
Terror screamed and his body began to transform. His body grew bigger and leather like skin covered him. White horned Bones came up to cover parts of the dark green skin and a long tail grew from behind. His eyes were blood red and two other red eyes were on either shoulder. Terror stood, glaring down at the frightened gunman.
“Drop the gun!”
With his voice ringing out in a demonic growl, the man dropped his gun and started running. Terror reached out one of his hands and picked the man up. He looked at the man, a deep growl in the back of his throat. The man looked at him with fear and Terror smirked.
“Don't ever let me see bạn again!”
Terror threw the man outside. He waited until the man had run off before transforming back. He went over to the girl and she moved away in fear. Terror sighed.
“Did he hurt you?” he asked.
The girl nodded and showed Terror her wrists. He slowly grabbed them.
“What's your name?” Terror asked as his eyes glowed red.
“M-Melanie.”
“Do bạn know why he wanted bạn Melanie?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
Terror looked at her, his eyes back to normal. Melanie looked at her arms; they were healed.
“Thank you,” she said.
“It's my job. Where do bạn live?”
“Only a few phút from here.”
Terror nodded. He took the keys for his bike out and picked Melanie up. The girl gave him a weird look.
“After all bạn saw, you'll be in a state of panic. bạn won't be able to walk for a few minutes.”
Melanie nodded at his explanation and Terror set her on the front of his bike. He straddled the bike and put it into gear. The sound of the motor seemed to echo in the night as he drove away. Melanie directed him to her house and he helped her off the bike. He walked her up to the door.
“You might want to head straight to giường when bạn get inside,” Terror advised. “And make sure bạn get enough sleep. Hopefully, I won't see bạn anymore.”
Terror turned away, shoving his hands in his pockets. He got back on his bike and let the motor run for a few minutes. Placing the mũ bảo hiểm over his head, he rode off. As he let the night take over his senses, Terror felt the monster inside go to sleep.