Raw Truths
By: Lauis
A/N: Listen up now. I don't own the Twilight universe. That's Stephenie Meyer's. What I do own is my writing style, my original characters, and my plot.
Preface
This was madness.
Living creature, no matter what they were, going after one another with such a thick bloodlust she had to curl over and hold her stomach tightly in order to force her insides to stop churning. She didn't recognize anything in the mass massacre she was watching. All the different beings she had discovered, the mermaids, the demons, and more all looked exactly the same. Each one of them had that crazed, animalistic instinct in their eyes. They didn't even care if they were fighting their own at this point.
She turned to her right to see the only familiar thing in the clearing. A sleek bronze cougar padded up to her and sat down next to her in ease.
"I hope you have learned from this," the cougar said telepathically to her. The cougar's eyes glanced up to meet her own frightened brown ones.
"I… I have," It was so hard to manage those two words out of her throat. Her mind was just as crazy as the fight in front of her was. Was that the true nature of monsters? Crazed killers? She wanted to stop before anyone got killed. Before he got killed.
The fight began to escalate. A giant python with elongated fangs slithered rapidly toward a giant wolf. Swiftly, it struck its target's back leg. A tortured howl of pain erupted from the wolf that then turned on the snake and ripped out a huge chunk of its body. Seeing the wolf being distracted by the huge snake, a slender merman fluidly tried to attack him until he was tackled by a hulking demon. The merman wailed angrily and cut a deep wound in the demon's arm with his claws.
"W-why won't… they stop?" Her voice was weak from fear. Even though it was barely above a soft murmur, the cougar caught it.
"They will in time, kid. I don't promise anyone coming out alive, though. But you can probably tell-"
"ENOUGH."
The strong, reprimanding voice echoed throughout the abused clearing. The fight stopped and turned to the east. The cougar nudged the girl to the same direction the fighters were all looking at. Weakly, she too turned. Whoever this was, she was eternally grateful for stopping the bloodbath.
Nothing came out of the dark woods, but the voice still carried on.
"Go back."
Only the cougar was unshaken by the command. Her heart started to beat wildly from the unknown male's voice. To her surprise, the intensity and authority in his voice was scarier then the fight she had witnessed. The other fighters parted their ways except for the wolf. The wolf trotted in pathetic pain toward her. Slowly, the shape became a man and she let out a horrified shudder at his terrible condition.
"Nessie."
