[ wp ] She dedicated her life to hunting monsters . Until she realized she was one .

The flames ignited, the sound of wood crackling was almost deafening in this silent forest. Beth withdrew the autodaggers from her utility belt and pressed them against the tree. One at a time, she scaled the tree to the nearest branch. Then pulled a small glass ball full of gasoline and threw it at the fire. It only took a second, the flames erupted. She knew she had less than a minute until it arrived. She's heard of a grendwur. But has never actually seen one, let alone killed one. She only knows what the village told her. A giant white beast, standing at least 9 feet high. A tiger like face, with a body like a stretched out gorilla. It runs on all fours and hates the sight and smell of fire. The widowed bride of the man killed by the beast said that their used to be thousands of them in the area, that they were a real problem for early human settlers. 
 
 She snaps back into reality. There isnt time to think about anything else but the task at hand. The wind blows through the trees, the flames rise, not only in the forest, but in her soul. It has been longer than 4 minutes, she grows impatient. The first drop of sweat falls from her brow. `` It should've been here by now'' she thinks to herself. She pulls another glass ball from her belt. Then, she hears it.....She hears them. Multiple foot steps, running faster than she could think to react. They are coming from straight ahead, she puts the glass ball back in her pocket. pulls out the G cannon. Waitng for them to emerge from behind the brush. Two ermerge, they are smaller then expected. She cocks the weapon and fires the goo at the front legs of one. It wraps around and the young grendwur falls to floor, the other tries chewing at the goo, and takes a shot to its legs as well. 
 
 She reloads so that she can take out the hind legs. As she finishes reloading, she hears something from below and looks down. The giant grendwur jumps into the air and rips the branch from under her, she fires the G cannon directly at the face of the beast. She lands on its head, shattering the glass in her pocket and spilling the gasoline, and then hits the floor. She gets up and limps backward while the grendwur tries to rip the goo from its face. The young grendwurs, crying out for their mother. She walks towards there cries, only to stumble straight into the fire. The goo catches fire from the gasoline. And starts melting off her face. She flurries and rubs her head vigorously against the forest floor. 
 
 Beth knew she had little time before the beast regained its vision. She pulled out the autodaggers and scaled the nearest tree. She grabbed onto the first branch that could support her weight and sat on it. She reloaded the G cannon. The grendwur had finally freed itself from the goo. It looked up at Beth, with eyes that would turn medusa to stone. It let out a roar that shook the forest. A roar that let Beth know more clearer than any other language, she was going to pay. It charged at Beth, running up the tree as if it was horizontal. Beth shot it's hand as it climb the tree. Getting it stuck. The grendwur tried to use the other hand to free it, but not before Beth shot that one as well. It hung there helpless. 
 Looking up at her and roaring. Beth jumped from the branch onto its shoulders. Pulled out the auto daggers and stabbed the beast repeatedly in the eyes and neck. The young grendwurs crying out for there mother. Louder now then ever before. And she was crying right back to them. And then something incredible and horrible happened all at once. The grendwur used all it's leg and arm strength to pull itself free. Beth quickly stuck her autodagger into the tree before she could fall along with the grendwur. The great white beast landed on it's back, Beth thought it died right then and there, but no. 
 The grendwur crawled towards the sound of her children's cries, she pulled herself, because she no longer had the strength to walk. The children tried scooting there way towards her using only there legs. When they were finally close enough they licked there moms face. Letting out one last roar before finally meeting death. Not even being able to see her children one last time because of the damage Beth done to her. 
 Beth climbed down the tree and fell to her knees, not being able to carry the weight of her regret. She laid, there and cried. After she could no longer shed tears, she finally stood up. The young grendwurs, still trying to heal their dead mothers wounds by licking her. Beth lit a piece of wood on fire, and burned off the goo from both there legs. They both stood up. Beth sat down. Knowing that they could both kill her, and that they have every right to. But they just laid down even closer to their mothers body. 
 
 Every monster has it's own monster. Beth realized that herself, and the human race were the worst of them all.
