What kind of Monster

as reply to Jazz Hands

Jazz looked at the beast's head, dying blood purple and red gurgling out of its mouth. Whatever blood would be leaking through the whole she blasted through his body was cauterized and pieces strewn around the hallway. The whole room stuck of cooked flesh. She looked at her hands, what the fuck did she just do. A quick google brought up only comic book fan fiction. Fuck, fuck what the fuck. She looked at her hands, then looked away like it was a loaded gun. She tried washing them, burning them on hot water. Fuck.  She googled again beam of light from hand. Brain tumor? Jesus christ! Fuck. She thought maybe this day would make sense with that. 

She heard her name Jazz Jazz! It was Mack and the others. 

What happened?! Are you okay, Jazz, we have to try to open the door. 

Fuck, what am I going to tell them, she tried to push the beast's head but just slid slightly. Okay thats fine. The whole mess was so big, she didn't know how to lie. 

Maybe the beast was hurt? Thats why he came he, he wasn't trying to hurt us he was hurt. But exploded. Maybe I just saw a beam of light. Yeah I just woke up. 

The others streamed in they were looking at everything that happened and saying how gross it was. What the fuck? One of the regulars held up the head.  What kind of monster would do this to a living animal. Thats the monster we need to find! Jazz joined in the crowd. Welp this day couldn't get any more insane. She deleted her search history. Mack was the only one silent. 

Jazz he whispered, his eyes tense. Come here.... 
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