Questions

The electric lights flickered in the buss. To show the wounds over Stans body. They weren’t deep because of his **** sturdy build because of all the mutations he had gotten. Though to Stan, the cuts still hurt. The man in his hand however was looking way worse. Which could make you wonder why that is. To answer that we have to go back and seek out who this creature is. Which Stan is more than happy to ask.

“What did you do?”

Granted, this wasn’t the best question to ask the creature after its life got literally flipped upside down. When it was also the moment Stan realized he was still holding the thing’s throat. So when he let it slightly go, and the breaths were slowing down from fast paced rough slurps of air to normal ones. The creature answered albeit through some coughs.

“W-what do y-you mean”

“You know damn well what I mean, that bite you just gave the girl”

“Eghhh…nothing”

The thing said. Anger flared up in Stan’s body however. Because he could see the creature lying. His other hand went to a deep cut at the creatures leg.

“AAA-Aaaawh-AAWH!!!”

The creature screamed as it felt white pain shoot itself through his body. Like his bones were melting under his skin as it was touched by salty hands.

“O-okay. Kay! okay!”

He knew to say between screams, which ended up making the pain slightly less worse, as Stan’s hand withdrew from his leg.

“When I bite someone, I can control them”

The creature said with a breathy tone. Trying to speak as fast and silent as it could. But to Stan it felt loud enough. His world crashing down on him. Which the creature seemed to recognize.

“You b-believe me?”

It said, somewhat surprised by it himself. Not thinking a sane person would…which made him piece together the truth.

“You’re like me”

The words hit hard. All this time Stan had thought himself somewhat different. Different to do good. And now before him. Blooded and bad in his hands was someone like him. Someone who had chosen to do the wrong thing. And now, it knew Stan’s secret. A smile crept on the face of the creature in Stan’s hand.

“Then you won’t mind if I-“

His mouth opened as it went for Stan’s arm holding his throat. Stan didn’t know what he could do, but thinking wasn’t really an option. He wouldn’t let a creature like this bite him.

CRACK

The almost splintering sound of a neck breaking.

Such a simple movement.

Tears streaming down Stan’s face.

“Don’t worry”

He heard a small voice. One that was almost ****. Someone he had totally forgotten about. The hooker laying under the now dead creature.

“You saved my life”

She said simply after then she completely collapsed to the stress of the situation.

The rest of the buss however wasn’t so fortunate. They didn’t have a bulky mutation to shield them from the accident. While Stan’s instinct again helped him. Bringing his teeth to the creature’s neck. Feeling at first how he penetrated his skin. To then see something he didn’t expect…