Libby slammed her car door after slipping in. She doesn’t move for a minute, just stares at the steering wheel, confusion swarms her mind, she isn’t sure what just happened. Mr. Lynn had asked her into the office, locked the door behind her and proceeded to attempt to seduce her. She was so shocked, she had no idea. He made her feel so dirty, those hands slipping over her breasts, she felt herself gag and pushed him away. Tears well up in Libby’s eyes as she recounts the events, turning to slap him, with hurt pride he screamed at her, told her to leave, that she was fired.
She buries her face into her hands as she sobs softly. Libby was only 19, this was her first real job outside of high school, she had heard that this happened sometimes, but she never thought Mr. Lynn was one of THOSE kind of bosses. After a few minutes the crying subsides, she feels a great anger rise up, her dainty hands grip tightly at the steering wheel, her eyes narrow, lips press into a thin line. Well, if this is how he wanted to play, she was going to just get a lawyer, that’s right, she’ll sue the hell out of this Realty.
With a sense of strength, and determination the pretty little red head sets out for home, plans for taking this place down fill her head, a dark smirk plays on her lips. Though everything is halted when she stops at a cross walk, her heart melts as she and the other car on the road watches a mother duck waddle her 8 ducklings across the road, the mother squawking at the cars as if threatening the large, noise monsters to keep away from her children.
Libby chuckles softly, her greenish blue eyes look at her neighboring car, the small bespectacled man looks back at her, a joyful look lights his eyes. She turns back, most of the ducks have made it over the curb when she sees it, a car rushing forward, in the lane with the small ducklings, and it’s not stopping, fear grips her throat, no…not here, she can’t see this! The old car seems to speed up, as if wanting to crush the poor babies, she screams as the punker’s car flies by and creams two of the precious ducklings, the man beside her had been honking his horn, impotent anger flushes his face.
Pure rage fills Libby, causing the world to slow down, she sees everything in a shade of red, her lips pull back in a sneer as she gets out of her car, takes her phone and chucks it with all her might to the old murderous car that had slowed to turn into the store‘s parking lot, the phone smashes into the back window. The car screeches to a stop, the spiked head in the driver’s seat looks back, the man screams, puts his car in reveres and stops just short of smashing into the front of Libby’s car “You crazy fucking Bitch! I’m gunna fucking kill you!” The man, covered in tattoos, and harsh looking piercing covering his face, 2” gages in his ears, steps out, tall as a tree, and purely terrifying, at least for the man in glasses.
Libby stands her ground as the punk stomps towards her, the man in glasses has his phone out and is calling the police, though he doesn’t dare get out, the crazy redhead hit the scary guys car, not him. Libby growls deep down in her chest, rage filling her the more verbal abuse the large man throws at her. His hand reaches out and grabs her by the forearm, pulling her to his car to show her the damage that she will most definitely, fucking pay for, maybe she can just suck his cock as payment.
That is when Libby loses it, she sees crimson and hears nothing but noise, she feels a sudden craving for pain, ripped flesh, and splattered blood. She wants to hear him scream like she would want a drink of water after hiking around in the desert for hours. He stops yelling as he notices a change in the way she stands, she seems bigger, stronger, he backs away a bit, frowning, “You’re losing your fucking mind..”
Dainty hands reach out and grab the punk’s earlobes, using the gages as handles, she pulls him down and slams his face into the edge of his car, the spindly man falls to the street, his nose broken, blood spurts, he screams and covers his face, a dark smirk touches Libby’s lips, the world around her goes dark, even the hot sun seems to dim as all she feels is cold rage.
Hands curl into claws, bones snap and reform as her small frame takes on a much larger bestial frame, she resembles an 8 foot wolf on two legs, her body covered in silky auburn hair. The large monster howls before she grabs up the now small man, his screams rise, too shocked to try to fight back.
The maw of the beast snarls, long claws stab into the man’s throat, he is greeted with a mouthful of sharp teeth, they rip at his face, bite down and tear away flesh. Her first taste of blood sends her deeper into a frenzied rage. Another howl rips through the air, scattering what few midday shoppers that had gathered, they run, screaming, half mad, their puny mortal minds unable to deal with what they are seeing, some just cower in the near by bushes, staring at the carnage with unbelieving eyes.
The young man’s husk is tossed to the ground, ripped, bloody, much of his flesh and muscle now in the beast’s belly, some dangling from her jaws.
Feral eyes look wildly about, her lust for flesh not yet sated with the skinny punk, the beast that was once Libby rushes into the super-market. Quick as lightning the bagger boy loses his head. The cashier, not fast enough to run, loses her throat before she can let out a scream. Further back, the beautiful beast descends upon the mothers, the retirees, those with the day off. Blood pores from once living beings, now missing limbs, and large chunks from their bodies.
The beast that was once Libby smashes through the store’s windows, by passing the police officers as if their once harsh gunfire is nothing more than spitballs. Her claws rip through bullet proof vests as if they were tissue paper, their bones crunching as rips out still pumping hearts, the hot blood drains down her large throat.
She runs, calling to the wild, to the mother, the beast that was once Libby, disappears into the forests of the mountains, howling and feasting on the soft flesh that comes her way…
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