FICTION, PROMPT WRITING
Beast Meets Beauty
When you look like a beast, you become one
His ears perked up at the sound of soft steps on the gravel stones outside the cabin. Bruce jumped up, moving around the dark room quietly, which is surprising for his big stature. Knowing the place like the palm of his hand, it took him no effort to locate the gun in the room's dark corner.
He now heard the steps on the wooden porch, and they hesitated briefly at the window. Bruce saw the silhouette of the person outside, where he stood with his back pressed against the wall next to the only door of the cabin. Someone peered in, or tried. Everything inside was dark, except for the fire burning out of the line of sight of the intruder.
Who was here? Was his past catching up with him? Could it even? He had covered his tracks carefully in the past five years since… it… happened.
His fingers briefly brushed the scars on his face as he remembered that fateful day in his senior year at university. The day of the party. They all had too much to drink and fooled around with spray cans and lighters. It wasn’t the first time they did that, and they all knew it was dangerous. They were outside, which gave them a false sense of security, and the booze made them feel invincible.
