Taming The Beast

Chapter 27

"I'm not mad.

I'm hurt.

There's a difference."

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That was the final straw.

Fear for the best of me and I let out a piercing scream.

The bullet had hit Raymond's arm.

Surprisingly, he didn't even flinch.

It was like it felt like nothing.

The shock on the guy's face was imminent.

He was terrified and he turned around to run.

Before he could move an inch Raymond punched the back of his head.

The guy fell to the floor unconscious with possible head trauma.

Raymond took slow steps towards him and it seemed like he was out for blood.

"Raymond. Please don't kill him." I say, fear now lacing my tone.

Don't snap his neck. Don't snap his neck.

He lifted the man up by his collar and held his head in his hands.

Don't snap HER NECK!

The vision in front of me blurred and was replaced by the haunting images.

"Don't!" I had screamed at him.

I was sobbing hysterically and I was unable to move.

He held the little girl up by his hair.

"Uncle Phil please don't do this." She had said as she sobbed.

I let out a deafening scream as he snapped her neck in two.

Everything came back into focus as I fell to the ground with a scream.

The high pitched sound sounded like the cry of a ghost.

Raymond dropped the man who happened to be still breathing and ran up to me.

"What? What's wrong?" He asked.

"Please don't kill him like he killed her. Please don't kill him." I said.

He nodded, still silent but understanding what I felt even though he knew nothing.

I rested my hand on his bicep and froze.

My hand was wet and I brought it to my face. It was covered in blood.

"Take your shirt off." I said to him.

He furrowed his eyebrows up in confusion but took his shirt off any ways.

I grabbed it and pressed it on his wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Damn it." I cursed.

I felt his gaze on my face the whole time. But the blood flowing out of the wound just won't stop.

The bullet was still lodged into his arm.

Werewolves heal fast but nothing at all is happening right now!

"We aren't mutants, Jessica. Bullets aren't gonna fall out of me like I'm wolverine." He said with a chuckle.

"How are you not freaking out? Are you one of those people with the genetic condition of not being able to feel pain?" I ask, clearly freaking out.

"I do feel pain. But, I just taught myself to not show it." He said.

"Let's get you back home and call a doctor." I say, seriousness lacing my tone.