"LeFou, my riffle," Gaston ordered in a whisper, he extended his hand out to grab the weapon. He and LeFou are hiding behind a large oak tree, trying not to scare away a deer they have spotted.

"Coming Gaston," LeFou said, running to Gaston with his rifle in hand. While running to Gaston LeFou tripped over a branch and dropped the weapon to the ground, making it shoot a bullet into the sky. Startled by the noise the deer quickly ran away from its spot.

"Damn, it got away!" Gaston cursed as he slapped LeFou in the back of the head.

"Ouch...I'm sorry Gaston," LeFou said, rubbing at his head.

Gaston grabbed his riffle and started to walk to the direction the deer ran to. "Go back to the village and get me more bullets," he said.

"But you already have bullets," LeFou said, confused.

"Are you refusing an order?" Gaston asked, glaring at LeFou. Shivers ran down LeFou's back spine. How he feared, but at the same time loved, Gaston's glares.

"No-No I'm not, I'll g-go get them," LeFou stuttered as he quickly ran towards the direction of the village, falling over another branch on the way.

Gaston smirked, oh how he loved having a monkey like LeFou around. He walked towards the path the deer ran off to. When he finally spotted the deer again he accidentally stepped on a twig, making a big cracking sound. Alarmed, the deer ran away again towards an unknown area of the forest.

"Damn," Gaston hissed, hesitant about following the deer into the unknown area. But his pride as a hunter and a man forced him to follow the deer.

Gaston walked slowly though the forest. This area of the forest was darker for some reason, the temperature dropped, and the tress were all dead. There were strange noises that Gaston has never heard before and he could have sworn he heard someone scream. Fear got the better of him as he decided to head back to the village until suddenly he saw a large figure moving about. Amazed by the size of the creature, Gaston decided to take it back to the village. He would be a hero for killing such a large beast.

'Twice the size of a human,' Gaston thought, smirking to himself. He quietly walked towards the large animal. He hid behind the nearest tree and aimed his riffle at it. He pulled the trigger three times until the creature fell to the ground. Two bullets went through the creatures back, one bullet broke off its horn. Gaston slowly approached the creature and kicked it, making sure it was dead. When the creature didn't move Gaston grinned and congratulated himself as he circled the body of the creature.

It seemed to have had a lion like mane and...human clothing? He looked closer, the creature had two horns(one broken), and large paws. 'What type of animal is this?' he thought as the creature jerked from its spot. In a matter of seconds the beast grabbed Gaston by the neck and smashed him into the ground. It growled loudly in anger.

"How dare you try and kill me!" The beast roared, tightening his grip on Gaston's neck.

"Uug-im-s-ory," Were the words Gaston was able to choke out. He was losing breath.

Suddenly the beast grip on Gaston's neck began to loosen, he trembled from above Gaston and collapsed on his body. Gaston pushed the beast off of its body and crawled away, gasping for air. He stared at the beast in shock. "...It can talk..." he said to himself as he heard a ruffling noise.

"Young Master!" Yelled two voices. Gaston looked at his surroundings, he didn't see two humans. Nope, instead he saw a teapot and a clock run toward the beast body.

"What have you done?" Asked the clock, examining its masters body, making sure its still alive.

"Uh...I," Gaston said trying to form words in his mouth. He had a feeling that he hit his head on something hard and is now hallucinating.

"He's losing a lot of blood," Yelled the pot, "we got to take him back to the castle!"

"Monsieur, please help us," The clock begged Gaston.

Gaston stood up, "S-sure." He grabbed the beast's arm, putting it around his shoulder and slowly lifted the beast up. "Un, he's pretty heavy," he said, "Where do I take him?"

"Just follow us," the teapot said, leading the way.

"Thank you," the clock said, following the pot.

Gaston struggled carrying the beast. He kept on walking until he saw the pot and the clock walk into the gates of a large castle.