The monster

POV: Zara?

        The beast fell to the ground. Dead. It was done. Finally, the beast has been defeated. A wide grin spread across my face as a puddle of red formed around the beast. A laugh escaped my lips. "It wasn't a man! It wasn't Azai! It was me! I defeated the monster! It is me who has it's blood on my hands!" I yelled at, I wasn't sure who. I looked at the blade of my knife, and saw that my face was smeared with crimson blood. I looked down to see that my clothes were stained the same color.

        The little girl that had been taken by the beast, walked out of the cave hesitantly. Her eyes were wide with surprise. She stared at the beast for a while. Her eyes slowly shifted from the beast to me, her expression changing as well, from surprise to fear. I wanted to tell her it was over, I wanted to tell her that she was safe. My thoughts were soon drowned out by a high-pitched scream. The girl ran back into the cave. I took another look at myself.

        I had a wide gash in my forehead and my shoulder was badly damaged from the fall. All this damage, yet I felt no pain, no restraint. My eyes changed to yellow, my pupils were only slits. My smile was still wide, my teeth looked like knives. My face was paled, my head twitched. There was blood everywhere. "What have I become?" My voice was small and mumbled. The monster’s voice echoed in my ears.

"Killing me will only make you the killer! You will be the murderer! You will be the MONSTER"