Shattered

The Beast breathed heavily as he looked at the floor. Pieces of the broken mirror lay around his feet. His paws were covered in blood, and a terrible pain like knives shot through them, but he ignored these facts. He gave a final sneer at the shattered wall mirror and turned away. He was faced with another mirror, glaring at him. Horrified, he stalked toward it.

He couldn't stand his reflection. It was the reflection of a monster. Even his blue eyes had grown wild with rage and hatred. There was only a shadow of the prince he used to be in them. Now he would never return to that form because of what he had just done.

He brought up his paws and smashed the mirror. He winched as the knives returned to his paws, but he brought his them up again and again. Bits of the mirror flew everywhere and sank into his paws. He clawed at the mirror, scratching what was left of it. When he was done, the floor was covered in glass. His fur was flecked with blood, whereas it was caked on his paws. Blood spotted the floor around him and on the wood backing of the mirror. He looked around the room to make sure there was nothing else that would remind him of what he was. The only reminder left was the rose the Enchantress had given him, but if he destroyed that, all hope was surely lost… He staggered toward the balcony, feeling defeated.

When the Beast reached the balcony, he fell to his knees and grabbed the railing.

"This shape has held nothing but torture for me. I should have seen what I was becoming. The Enchantress cursed me, but she opened my eyes as well. This curse has opened my eyes to how selfish and unkind I was. If only I had a second chance…" The Beast choked out. He gathered himself and exhaled. He climbed onto the balcony. This was it. He didn't care if the rose was still alive. Belle had run away. His last remaining hope was gone forever. The Beast outstretched his arms.

"Let the world be done with me!"

Before he fell, he heard a scream in the distance, followed by the howling of wolves. The Beast came to his senses and his eyes grew wide. What if that was Belle? He couldn't let her be killed! He jumped back down off the railing and bounded through the doors of the West Wing.

"Belle!" He screamed and every cell of his body screamed too. He bounded down the stairs as fast as he could and burst through the door. His only instinct was to save Belle. The one thought coursing through his head was…

Belle, don't die! I need you! Please! Don't die!!