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The snow clung to the tree stems like leaves as it sways in the wind. It was a desertland full of snow. Eyes filled with wonder, a little girl was glued to the carside widow watching the wonderland whizz past her. Her gaze shifts from the windowtowards her mother driving the car.
“Mommy! Mommy!” The girl says gaining her mother’s gentle attention.
“Yes baby?”
Eyes sparkling, she says, “I just love the winter!”
Her mother laughs. “Because of the snow?”
The girl nods her head. “At times, I wish I could be a—“
The girl’s body suddenly contorts before expanding, blowing up the car and crushing her mother. A small girl she was no more. Instead, her hands were blue, body full of fur. The snow’s chilly breeze felt no more than a sunny brisk morning. The girl shouts. Instead of a cry, it’s a shriek of a terrible beast. Cars pile up along the highway in an effort to brake from the sudden sight. It’s chaos.
The girl instinctively runs to the trees now reaching her knees. She just wants to be left alone is her last thought before a deep pang in her heart shifts her mind. She growls ripping some trees from the ground tossing them through the air. It’s too much noise. She needs to silence the noise. The shrill scream of hikers just a tree between captures her ire. Without a thought, she put out the noise creating an ugly bloody paste underneath her fists and onto the pretty snow.
Her elongated teeth peaked through her growl as she inspected the scene with indifference. Her gaze is short lived before pellets hits her back. She looks at the annoying flies, successfully swatting one. She rips a tree and chucks it at the soldiers. She shrieks causing a few to explode. Smaller pellets from underneath irks her more as she jumps and pounds her fists onto the ground sending a ripple of debris to the intruders.
Leave.
Was Her only thought to the bugs around her. She looks at her fist covered in blood and bugs crawling. she hits her fists to the ground again and jumps swatting more flies out of her way. She feels something on her lower chin. She smacks at the bug. But feels more so she slaps some more before feeling a pellet hit her inner ear. A roar escapes from her mouth as ringing erupts covering her senses. She sways as the pellets hit her inner ear eventually causing her to fall. Vomit spews on the forest covering it in a faint green.
Eyes closing she sees a bug walk up to her so brazenly, so cockily, so—so annoyingly! She doesn’t see the face only a speck before she closes her eyes for now, but not for good.
