A short story, written in the style of play directions.
The Beast and Their Creator
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The Story
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Agitating
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The Beast and Their Creator
The Beast and The Creator stand on a building in the middle of a city.
The City is empty, save for the ghosts of the Beasts victims, and the possibilities of their existence.
The Building was made for this purpose and no other. For this night and every other.
The Beast approaches their Creator, a fanged grin on their face.
The Beast: "I am still here, and the city is as well."
The Creator is silent, her red eyes staring off into the distance, her white hair swaying in the nonexistent wind.
The Beast: "I have done as I have always done. I have kept this city. I have run through it and hunted every trace, every shred of life. I have seen their flesh rent from their bones and I have seen the light in their eyes go out. It was a heady feeling, as always. But, like always, it could never compare to my love for you."
The Creator is silent.
The Beast lays their head on The Creator's shoulders as if trying to see through her eyes.
The Beast: "It's all for you, you know? This city. I keep it, but it's yours. All yours."
The Beast separates from their Creator and begins circling her. But not in their usual predatory way, but like a dance, with one dancer where there should be two.
The Beast: "Everything is yours. Everything in this city, and everything else too. Everything I have is yours." A pause "Everything I am is yours"
The Beast: whispering "Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything... except one thing."
The Beast: "Everything, except... my love for you. I can't give that up."
The Beast: "I can't."
The Beast: shouting "I can't!"
The Beast: shouting "I can't!"
The Beast: shouting "I can't!"
The Beast: shouting "I CAN'T!"
The Beast is approaching their Creator again. They are panting hungrily.
The Beast: "You made me this way, Didn't You? This overwhelming love for you, that Never, Ever, Ever, stops."
The Beast: "This excruciating, devouring, totalizing emotion, stretched into an eternity!"
The Beast grasps her neck with their claws. Their fangs are separated from her flesh merely by intent.
The Beast is staring into her unmoving eyes.
Finally. A whisper. A plea.
The Beast: "Please."
The Creator does not react. Her Red Eyes stare into the distance. Her White Hair sways in the nonexistent wind.
Slowly, very slowly, the Beast removes their claws, removes their fangs, and takes a step back. The disappointment, the agony, is written all over their body.
The Beast: "...Until next time, my love."
Scene End.
The Beast and The Creator stand on a building in the middle of a city.
The City is empty, save for the ghosts of the Beasts victims, and the possibilities of their existence.
The Building was made for this purpose and no other. For this night and every other.
The Beast approaches their Creator, a fanged grin on their face.
The Beast: "I am still here, and the city is as well."
The Creator is silent, her red eyes staring off into the distance, her white hair swaying in the nonexistent wind.
The Beast: "I have done as I have always done. I have kept this city. I have run through it and hunted every trace, every shred of life. I have seen their flesh rent from their bones and I have seen the light in their eyes go out. It was a heady feeling, as always. But, like always, it could never compare to my love for you."
The Creator is silent.
The Beast lays their head on The Creator's shoulders as if trying to see through her eyes.
The Beast: "It's all for you, you know? This city. I keep it, but it's yours. All yours."
The Beast separates from their Creator and begins circling her. But not in their usual predatory way, but like a dance, with one dancer where there should be two.
The Beast: "Everything is yours. Everything in this city, and everything else too. Everything I have is yours." A pause "Everything I am is yours"
The Beast: whispering "Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything... except one thing."
The Beast: "Everything, except... my love for you. I can't give that up."
The Beast: "I can't."
The Beast: shouting "I can't!"
The Beast: shouting "I can't!"
The Beast: shouting "I can't!"
The Beast: shouting "I CAN'T!"
The Beast is approaching their Creator again. They are panting hungrily.
The Beast: "You made me this way, Didn't You? This overwhelming love for you, that Never, Ever, Ever, stops."
The Beast: "This excruciating, devouring, totalizing emotion, stretched into an eternity!"
The Beast grasps her neck with their claws. Their fangs are separated from her flesh merely by intent.
The Beast is staring into her unmoving eyes.
Finally. A whisper. A plea.
The Beast: "Please."
The Creator does not react. Her Red Eyes stare into the distance. Her White Hair sways in the nonexistent wind.
Slowly, very slowly, the Beast removes their claws, removes their fangs, and takes a step back. The disappointment, the agony, is written all over their body.
The Beast: "...Until next time, my love."
Scene End.