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CHAPTER 9: BEAST
Author: Swan
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"Marcus!" Wendy was the first to scream when he saw the metal sticking out of her son's stomach. Fear gripped her soul as she quickly rushed forward to save him, but she wasn't fast enough.

Lucas ran quickly. He grabbed Damon's hand and dragged him toward himself, but he still wasn't fast enough, as the metal had been pulled out of Damon's stomach, and there was a big hole in his stomach.

Damon looked at the hole in his belly, but for some reason, he wasn't scared. He raised his head to look at the creature who stabbed him from the back, and his anger grew.

It was a beast... a humanoid beast but a weak one. Damon removed the knife that his father kept in his trousers and ran forward, without making a sound. He stabbed it into the neck of the beast and watched the beast fall to the ground.

"It... It stabbed me from behind. It... cheated." That was the last word that came out of his mouth before he fainted, but Lucas was quick enough to grab him before he reached the ground.

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