A/N This is a test fic. It was an English assignment, and I decided to use it to figure out how this thing works. If anyone actually reads this, enjoy.
Screaming. That is all I hear. Horrible, awful noises. The humans love doing this, love torturing me with their unbearable sounds. I know they do it on purpose. They do it for fun. There is no greater pleasure for them than to torment me, the demon Grendel.
Mother has warned me about the humans: never cross them, don't make them angry, don't hurt a single one, because that's when they seek revenge. They will be upon us, she claims, like wild dogs upon a weak deer. That is all she tells me. Humans are dangerous, and they will murder you if you get close. Our only sanctuary is this godforsaken swamp where not even those things dare to venture.
One day, I could not stand it any longer. Every fiber of my being was pleading, begging, shrieking at me for the humans to cease their torture. I listened. When mother found out, she was angry; very, very angry. But I do not regret it. I finally can feel at peace here in our black dwelling. It is silent, and I feel content. One day, I could not stand it any longer. Every fiber of my being was pleading, begging, shrieking for the humans to cease their torture. I listened. Why had mother been so afraid of them? They collapsed like rotten trees, they fled in terror at the sight of me. I was finally the predator, and it was invigorating. Their mead-hall, where they once flocked to partake in some fun games of "torment the monster", is now an empty abandon husk of wood and stone. The corpse of a terrible creature who once ruled with an iron fist. I am so happy, because now I am the one in control. I was once the one hiding, cringing in fear and pain, but now the humans know that I am superior. They are now silent, and any noise is dealt with immediately.
My life is good. Mother has stopped scolding me about me slaughter of the awful humans now that she sees that they are now too afraid to raise a blade against us. Not that it would work, as a few pitifully brave souls have discovered.
Oh ho, what is this? Yet another petty man has foolishly boasted that he shall be the death of me? Oh, how I do love these pathetic creatures, simply delicious snacks walking straight to me… what is this? The screaming is back. The shrieking and howling…no, no, no, they torture me once again; their disgusting movements, sounds and smells. I must go… must go and stop them. They cannot be allowed to hurt me again.
I go. I tear down their flimsy wooden doors, and I kill. I destroy several of them, their terror a delight. I reach for another snack, but he caught me? What is this? I try to pull away, there has never been a human to match, let alone best, me in strength. He keeps hurting me, someone help, I'm scared. A human should not be able to hurt me like this. He's not letting me leave! I try and try and try, but he hurts me so much. Oh God, my arm… the pain is unimaginable. Where is the noise? Give me the noise instead of this Satan disguising himself as a man.
I went. How foolish. Mother warned me: never cross them, don't make them angry, don't hurt a single one, because that's when they seek revenge. They will be upon us, she claimed, like wild dogs upon a weak deer. That's all she tells me. Humans are dangerous, and they will murder you if you get close. Our only sanctuary is this godforsaken swamp where not even those horrible things dare to venture. I flee, I can feel myself dying. Why was I so arrogant to assume that I could forever best those devils? Please, God, make the pain stop…but God doesn't listen to me, the spawn of Cain. He looks down from His glorified throne, pleased in my agony. The only one left is mother. Mother has always been there, always loved me. She will make the pain stop. Why did I not listen? Mother, I love you. Stay away from the humans… please….