Hey everyone! It's great to be back, and I would like to apologize for my long, long absence. I really don't have a good excuse, and I guess I just procrastinated, until my lovely and talented editor, Miss Paddawhump, gave me a swift kick to the rear. Contrary to previous announcements, this will not be the last chapter. This is a quick chapter from our favorite beast's point of view. It was requested by a close friend of mine, she wanted another chapter with beast narrorating, so here it is. I hope you enjoy, and I'm pretty sure that the next one will be the last.
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I pulled myself out of my hole. Tired, I started my trek back to camp. If I'd thought camp was hell before, it was ten times worse now. Lacey was gone. My mind drifted back to her last twenty-four hours at camp.
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I'd been avoiding her, trying to keep her final day from being painful. It didn't work. Instead, I saw her pain. It wasn't just in her eyes either. Her shoulders drooped, her eyes traced the ground, and her feet scuffed the dirt. Even her hair seemed to dim. When I passed D-tent's dig site on the way to camp, I heard her singing. It was a sad song, one I knew the words to. I very nearly stopped, but didn't. Why cause her more pain? She was probably angry anyways. Of course, I showered before her that day. At the time, I didn't know where she was. Turns out she'd been helping the boys with their holes. What a girl. While she was in the shower I peeked out, taking her in. Her body was gorgeous, and I'd had the luxury of feeling her against me. Twice. That was two times more than any other guy in camp. I knew from experience though, she was deadly, like a poisonous flower. Before she got out, I pulled back into the shade. I could feel her eyes on the tent. I could feel her sorrow, because I was feeling it too. Dinner passed, and I avoided her eyes. Every time her eyes grazed me, I felt goose bumps rise on my arms. She was such a turn on. When her tent left, I only tensed further. The hell with leaving her alone, I had to talk to her one last time.
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Silently, I slipped between the tents. Hers was three from mine, and I climbed up the steps silently. It was dark in the tent, but I could see her from the little light there was. She was wearing her coverall half zipped, and her white bikini top. My mouth went dry, but I swallowed and crept closer. Something was wrong. Her hands were clenched into fists, and her head was turning gently from side to side. Little whimpers escaped her mouth, and a word slipped through her lips: "Beast."
That one syllable was urgent, but frightened. I put my hand over her mouth, and she woke instantly. Her eyes lit up when she saw me. God, she was so beautiful when her hair was tousled like that. She looked sexy. I stifled the urge, and motioned for her to follow me to the court. Gracefully, she rose, and followed, feet silent on the ground. I almost turned around to see if Lacey, my Lacey, was still there. She seemed like a dream.
At the court I picked up the ball, and she was already on the half court line. I passed it to her, she passed it back, and I passed it again. She wove, and my eyes were on her profile. She darted in, and my eyes were glued her. Easily, she went up for a jump shot, and I could contain myself no longer. Screw making her wait until she wanted me bad enough to come after me, I wanted her now. I pulled her hard, but somehow soft body to mine, and claimed her lips roughly. She yielded to me, and kissed back desperately. With one hand, I pulled her waist closer, loving the delicious feel of her skin against mine. Greedily, I nipped her bottom lip and tasted her mouth hungrily. She tasted delicious; her lips were sweet. She moaned, and her tongue battled fiercely with mine. I fought back, and soon I'd pinned her, and claimed her mouth roughly with mine. Finally, we broke for air. Lacey, the girl that changed me, had turned me on more with that kiss than any girl had ever with anything. It was unbelievable, and I had to have more. I leaned down, and bit down on the skin of her neck. Her breath hitched, and I smirked. She was so sexy. I worked my way over her neck, and down to just above her collar bone. Roughly, I sucked on her sweet, clean skin. I wanted to leave a mark so that everyone would know she was mine. I wanted to leave something to say 'this is my woman, stay away', so I did. Gently, I dragged my fingers over her stomach. Awed, I traced each curve of her stomach, abs and ribs, and my fingers probed the muscles in her back gently. She started this time, doing wonderful things to my neck with either her lips or her tongue. I'm not quite sure. I know she sucked hard enough to leave marks; Spider pointed them out later on. It was amazing, but I was ready to kiss her again. Firmly, I tilted her head up and kissed her fully on the lips, almost rough. She melted under my hands. I cannot even say what a turn on that was, her giving herself up like that. She was always so guarded. But I could undo her. A lot softer than I was used to, her fist collided with my ribs, and I pulled back.
"I don't want this just to be because I'm leaving. I don't want this to be because we're under a deadline."
I smiled sadly, "Yes, ma'am."
She broke down then, and I held her to me, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. I promised her that I'd find her again, and I meant it. My word was something I took seriously. Of course, Lacey didn't believe me, but she wanted to, so she agreed. Eventually, she fell asleep, and I took her back to her tent. She seemed so innocent in my arms, but I knew that she was tough, funny, jaded, and kind. She was Lacey, utterly and completely. After she was tucked in, I walked back to my tent and laid down; knowing that the next day could be one of the more important ones in my life.
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Somehow, I woke up before the alarm sounded, and I knew what to give Lacey to remember me by. When I was a kid, my brother had given me a Hawaiian fishhook on a leather tie. I'd worn it every day, and that would be what I gave to Lacey. With a little difficulty, I pulled it off, and wrote a note I knew would make her cry. Heck, it bared my soul, and I hoped she would accept it. Before the alarm rang, I flopped back on my bed and stared at the ceiling. She kept racing through my brain: the first time I'd seen her, the time in the wreck room where she'd beaten me up, the first time we'd walked back together, the first time I saw her cry, the time when she'd gone berserk on Easy.
And then last night flashed through my mind. There were so many senses that assaulted me from last night. Her taste, the scent of her skin, the feel of her body against mine and under her hands, the little moans she made, and her beauty. Just thinking about it turned me on. How did this happen? I mused. I'd gone from hard to get ladies man, to getting turned on by a girl, without even reaching second base. She was like a drug. The bell rang and I stuffed the necklace into my pocket. As the others got dressed, I stretched, and eventually, we left for the mess hall. Lacey was outside with the boys from D-tent. I walked over and stood behind her. When she finished hugging Zero, he pointed at me, and she turned. God, she was beautiful, even when she was so close to tears. This was the first time I'd seen her body in clothes that fit, and I was shocked at the effect. It made her skin seem darker, and her hair seem even redder than it was already. She was a vision. I saw the indecision in her eyes. That was an easy fix; I strode forward and swept her into my arms. I wanted to memorize the feel of her body against mine, her scent, and the texture of her hair. I wanted to kiss her. She would just punch me though. My Lacey didn't want me to feel pressured to kiss her. Unknown to her, I'd wanted to kiss her senseless the whole time she'd been here. I pulled away.
"Good bye Lacey."
Her eyes were sad, "Goodbye Beast," and she boarded the bus. I smiled a little; I'd slipped the necklace into her pocket. Before the bus pulled away, I saw her reach into her pocket and pull it out, eyes curious. I even saw her unfold the note, but I didn't see what happened after that, the bus had turned too far away. With that, all of us just went to the mess hall for breakfast, silent with our thoughts.
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I shoved my toothbrush into my backpack. It was my last day now, and I was glad to be leaving. Especially because new evidence had been found that I hadn't had sex with that girl. I grinned, now I just had one charge of underage drinking. That wasn't bad at all. Most would have been upset they'd been sent to Camp Greenlake. Not me. I was glad, because I'd met Lacey. Now, I wanted to make her proud. I was going straight. No more theft, armed battery, sex, nothing. When I found her again, I wanted to be someone that she'd want to be with: A different man. Spider walked me to the bus, "Good luck buddy."
I smiled and knocked my fist against his, "Thanks. I'm so ready to be gone."
His smile was a little bitter, "Now I'm all alone with our tent."
"Don't worry about it. They'll leave you alone."
I looked up at the driver, and he scowled. Spider interrupted my thoughts, "Are you gonna look for Bee?"
"You know it."
He nodded, and we shook hands, "See ya."
I waved from the bus steps, "Good luck."
"Ditto."
And with that, the bus pulled away. I was happy to leave. Smiling a little, I leaned my head back against the seat. Lacey's face ran through my mind, and I savored the memory of her. I couldn't wait to find her.
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A bit tired, I walked into my apartment in New York. It wasn't an apartment so much as a loft, and it was where I'd been living since I'd moved here. Right now I was working as a bouncer for a high end club, and it paid well enough. My keys landed on the counter, and I flipped my lap top open. As I did every night, I typed one word into Google image search. It came up with plenty of things, like women's lingerie. Not that I didn't enjoy imagining women wearing those things, I would much rather find Lacey. The usual pictures of her came up. There was one of her in court, and hundreds of her in the ring. From what I gathered, she was good. I'd clicked on all of these at some point in time, but they were usually just bios, blogs from horny fan boys, or women's power blogs. There was nothing that revealed where she was right now. Or if there was, I didn't find it. I sighed and logged off, going to bed after a quick shower.
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I was walking down the street on my way to buy food. I was down to a couple slices of cheese, and a half full milk carton. That's how prepared I am. New York's hustle and bustle calmed me, and I relaxed, humming, though my brow stayed furrowed. I was rounding the corner news kiosk, and something caught my eyes. It was an issue of the magazine "Black Belt" and Lacey was on the cover. Not even thinking, I grabbed the magazine, and scanned the cover. Her eyes were blazing even in the photograph. Her mouth was set in a firm scowl as her fist shot towards the camera. Her hair was just as I remembered. I flipped the magazine open, and found the article on her. Apparently there was a big fight coming up for her in Chicago. It gave the time, place, and the number to call for tickets, along with an interview. I read that.
R: We heard you went to a juvenile detention camp for boys. What was that like?
L: it was better than expected. I made a very close friend in Hector Zeroni, and it put me in great shape. It's also where I got my hairstyle from.
R: What do you mean by that?
L: I cut it when I got there to mask my gender.
R: Wow. What are you talking about when you said it got you in great shape?
L: We dug a hole five feet deep and wide every day. Digging is great for shoulders and arms, and if you lift a certain way, your abs and legs too.
R: Does your training regimen compare?
L: Of course, but the amount I could do before camp is way lower than after camp.
R: Alright, so you're saying folks should dig to get strong?
L: I guess.
R: Will there be any romance between you and Hector?
L: *laughs* no, Hector and I are very close, but that would never happen.
I didn't read the rest right then and there; I tossed money to the man at the kiosk and ran back to my apartment. Immediately, I called and reserved a ticket, then sat and read the article. It was a three-page article on Lacey's upcoming fight against a Heather Newburg. The first page of the article outlined the fight to come, and talked about the girls' history. Each girl had a page devoted to her. Their page had an interview, an outline of their training and martial arts background, and a picture. Lacey was easily more beautiful than this Heather girl, and I could feel that Lacey would tear her apart. When I'd read the article seven times, I let the magazine drop to the floor, and called in sick to work. I needed to think.
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