• She knew she would never win the battle against the beast.
    What had she been thinking? That she could kill him in one easy swipe?
    No, It went much further at that.
    They would swipe at eacheother what would seem like ages,
    no one every gaining more power then the other.
    She could run, scream, cry for help.
    But what good would that do her? She'd seem like a failure.
    She was close to giving in, letting the best controll her.
    But with just an ounce of fight left in her frail body, she plunged straightforward into the beast.
    A miss.
    How could she have missed?
    It was too quick, she couldnt keep up, it swerved around her, catching her off gaurd.
    She knew what would happen next.
    Dark, stining pain, it would be over quick she thought, just a minute or two.
    Thats not too horrible,
    right?
    The beast plunged the dark tip of the needle into her,
    breaking her skin,
    into her bony arm.
    She cried out in pain, it was too much to bear for her.
    She had to seek help.
    Her arm puffed up,
    the beast fell to the ground,
    unaturally still.
    Had it died?
    She didnt move for what seemed like an eternity,
    Her arm puffing up, turning pink.
    Would she die?
    No, impossible,
    but it was possible, many people have died because of the beast.
    She knew she must go find her mom now,
    tell her all of what happened.
    Standing up, her frail six year old body swayed.
    She should go lie down.
    She learned alot from this incident,
    never,ever, bother a bee.