The Beast

The wind had just shifted and was now blowing from behind Elise into the valley. She was crouching in a tree, about ten feet off the ground, looking out at a clearing. Her dad had built the hide years ago, along with a dozen others in the valley. Just enough room to sit down if you wanted, and a little bit of cover from the weather if you pressed your back against the tree trunk. The field in front of her was filled with tall grasses and wildflowers that waved gently at her. She sighed deeply. If there were any deer out there, they wouldn't come anywhere near her now. She sat down and lay her rifle across her knees. It was her mother's rifle, from her time serving the Families. A simple bolt action, it was one of the cheapest the Families manufactured. Little more than a tube and a piece of Vein laid into a wooden stock. But it was reliable, and perfect for hunting. Elise had even recently saved up a little money and bought a scope for it.

She pulled open the bolt and removed the bullet from the chamber. One of her dad's homemade rounds, it was little more than a chunk of tapered iron, but it reacted with the Vein shard just as well as anything else, and it was cheaper than a trip to town to pick up professionally made ammo.

As she was inspecting the bullet, she saw movement on the other side of the clearing. A deer was cautiously stepping through the trees. It was a buck, and a massive one at that, with an impressive rack of antlers spreading out from its head like the branches of the trees around it. She watched as the buck sniffed the air, looking left and right, and she waited for the inevitable moment it smelled her and bolted. But that moment never came. Instead the buck, seemingly satisfied that there was no danger, strolled into the grass and began eating. Elise carefully got back into a crouch and put the bullet back in to the chamber. The animal must have lost its sense of smell. She double checked the wind but it was still blowing from behind her into the clearing. She wasn't going to let this stroke of dumb luck go to waste thinking about it any longer. She pushed the bolt back into place as quietly as she could and settled the rifle against her shoulder. She waited to a moment to make sure she had her breathing under control then placed the crosshairs of the scope just below the animal's shoulder. The deer remained unaware as it continued to pull up mouthfuls of grass and flowers.

The gunshot echoed across the clearing and a group of birds took flight from a nearby tree. The buck raised its head, still chewing, to look in her direction. The shot had been lined up correctly, but she hadn't seen the impact. Franticly she pulled the bolt back, and inserted another bullet. Any other deer would have been gone by now but this one seemed dimwitted enough she might get another shot off. As she closed the bolt, she shook her head and tried to slow her heart rate. She must have sighted the scope incorrectly, probably missed the animal by inches. She placed the crosshairs on the deer's shoulder again and then lowered the angle, judging her miscalculation as best she could, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit the dirt behind the deer, spitting a little shower of earth into the air, right where her crosshair was placed underneath its belly. Confused, she just stared at the animal, and it stared back at her. It swallowed the grass it was chewing then, as if suddenly realizing the predicament it was in, bounded off into the trees and was out of sight in seconds.

The walk home was long, and it felt longer since she hadn't been able to bring anything back with her. She lived with her mother and father on the edge of the village of Birch. It was a small house, one floor with a root cellar, a bedroom for her, a bedroom for her parents, and a small kitchen/living room. Her dad had a shed he used for his work fixing tools for the village, and she could see him in there now. The sun had gone down an hour ago but the shed was still glowing from the Vein lanterns he had hung up on the walls inside and out. He'd never splurged to actually get the house fitted with Vein, so most of their household items still wood burning. Her dad preferred living the old way as much as possible, but he recognized that having open flames in his workshop was only a recipe for disaster. But other than the lanterns and her mom's rifle, she had grown up around candles and campfires.

She knocked quietly on the shed's door and gently pushed it open. Eric von Carr de Lagurre was a massive man, with broad shoulders and a gut that hung over his pants regardless of how well they were fitted. He nearly filled up the entirety of the small shed, and Elise always thought it was funny to see him attempting to turn around without knocking things over. Currently he was sitting on a stool, leaning over his desk and squinting at his current project: a hammer. The hammer's previous handle was lying in pieces on the floor and her dad was inspecting the new one. Without looking up he reached towards her with one arm and placed a finger on her lips.

"Concentrating," He whispered.

He removed his finger and gently took the hammer's handle in one hand, and the rest of the hammer in the other. Elise rolled her eyes, but waited patiently. Smoothly and gracefully, her dad brought the two pieces together, slotting the metal into the handle and then carefully placing it back on the table. He sat back and let out a deep sight before pretending to wipe sweat from his brow.

"Close one dad."
"Well, that's why they put me on the job," he pulled at his suspenders like he was showing off, "How was the trip?"
"It was shit. I hit three hides and didn't see anything until this morning."
"But?"
"But nothing."

He shook his head and picked up the hammer, testing it's weight before gently tossing it onto a shelf labeled WIP.

"Sometimes, that's the way it goes kid. Don't feel too bad, we've still got a few months before winter and we've got plenty saved up."
"It still feels bad."
"Yeah, but you know what feels good? Bread. Go get something to eat. I'll be in in a minute."

Elise nodded and turned to leave, but paused in the door.
"What's wrong kid?"
"I saw something weird this morning."
"What was it?"
"A deer," she turned around to face her dad, "It walked into the clearing even though I was upwind."
"Deer are stupid," he chuckled, "Some are more stupid than others."
"Yeah I guess, but that's not the most weird part."

She explained what happened as her dad rubbed his chin.

"Well...yeah that's a little weird. But I've seen some animals walk off worse injuries. I remember once seeing this doe that had been mauled by a bear. I swear to the Sovereign this thing was missing one side of it's body. But it was still walking around like it wasn't even injured."
"If I did hit it, I at least got a lung shot."
"Well there you go," he turned back to his desk and began packing up, "I betcha that animal lay down and died a few hours ago."
"Alright well," Elise scratched her head, "Maybe tomorrow I'll go ask Colin to take me back out there in his little flying machine and see if I can find it."

Her dad froze. He slowly reached over to the wall and turned off a lantern, then slowly turned to face Elise. With the lantern off, deep shadows were cast across his face.

"Colin huh?" he grunted, "Goin' into the wilderness alone. With a boy? Maybe I should go have a talk with him first."

He grabbed the newly fixed hammer and slapped it into his hand, which caused the metal to fall out of the wooden handle and land directly on his toe. He shrieked and stumbled backwards into a shelf as Elise burst into laughter.

The two of them cleaned up the mess and in no time they were sitting on the couch. Her dad was snoring within seconds of sitting down. Elise quickly ate, then ushered her dad off the couch and into bed. Her mother rolled over and grabbed her hand as she passed.

"How'd it go?" she whispered.
"Lost a deer, but I'm going to see if Colin can help me find it tomorrow."

Her mother patted her hand and rolled back over. Elise quietly stepped out of the room and closed the door before making her way to her own bed.

She woke up the next morning to the sounds of her dad in the kitchen. He was singing, badly, an old tune her mother had taught him from her military days. Elise pulled on a house coat and stepped out into the living room. Her dad was frying eggs in a pan on the wood stove. A pile of bacon was already cooked and sitting on a plate on the table. Her mom was already at the table, sitting in her wheelchair, reading a book while eating from the bacon plate. Eloie von Carr de Lagurre was a military woman through and through. She always kept her back straight, and her mind sharp. She did everything with precision and refused to let herself get soft. She'd been wounded a few years ago in a skirmish with Maret forces near the border and had been unable to walk ever since.

Elise grabbed a handful of bacon, too late realizing how fresh it was, and yelped, dropping it all right back on the plate.

"Careful, that's hot," her mother smiled from behind the book.
"Oh really? Thanks for the heads up mom."
"Anything for my baby," she took a sip from a coffee cup, "In a hurry to see the deRoi boy?"
"Yes mother," she feigned a breathy voice and pressed the back of her hand to her forehead, "Every second awake without him is a thorn in my heart."
"Yes well, boys will do that. Make sure you adjust your sights this time. Your father told me what happened."
"He thinks I hit it."
"Yes well," she sniffed and took another sip of coffee, "One of us has actually used that rifle before. You missed dear. And that's okay, just don't miss next time."
"Truly, you are a font of wisdom."

Her mom nodded, and took another piece of bacon. Her dad brought over a basket filled with fruits, bags of nuts, half a loaf of bread and some jam, and set it on the table.

"I prepped this for you and Colin. Make sure the boy eats something. A blacksmith's son shouldn't be that thin, it's unnatural."
"He's an artist dad. He doesn't really work in the shop anymore."
"Still."

Elise laughed and took the basket.

"I'll be back in a couple days. If I don't find it by then, it's gone for good."
"That's quite reasonable," her mother said, "Use protection."
"Mom!"
"The gun!" she chuckled, "Obviously I meant the gun. By the Sovereign, what dirty thoughts you have!"

Elise hurried down the street with the rifle over her shoulder. She'd packed a small backpack with the basket her dad had made her, an extra set of clothes, a couple blankets, and a basic kit for the wilderness (matches, twine, some fish hooks, a hatchet). Colin's house was near the center of the village. His family lived above their blacksmith shop, where his father and mother made everything from nails to horseshoes to the various tools that eventually ended up with her dad for repair.

Colin was outside when she arrived. He was tall and lanky, and whenever she stood near him she had to crane her neck a bit just to make eye contact. He had blonde hair, nearly the same colour as hers and people had often remarked they looked like siblings, except her eyes were brown, and his were a bright green. He was sitting on his porch, playing quietly on a mandolin. His dad had saved for years to get that imported from the capital and it had been Colin's pride and joy ever since. Colin had worked in the smithy until he was eighteen before his dad allowed him to stop. He still helped with selling product and shipping special orders out to surrounding villages but spent most of his time making music. He and Elise had been best friends since they were very young and the old folks had always fawned over the two when they played together.

He looked up from his music as she approached and flashed her a smile,

"Oh, you're back!" fake surprise dripped from the words.
"Good to know your confidence in me hasn't changed," she responded flatly.
"Gotta keep my expectations low, otherwise you're never going to impress me."
"You fucker," she laughed and pushed him playfully.

He set the mandolin down in its case and closed the lid,

"I actually need your help with something," Elise said.
"What's up?"
"My hunting trip was a wash, but yesterday morning I hit a buck."
"It got away?"
"Yeah," she sighed, "I was hoping you'd come back with me to the spot and bring your PFA. Help me try to spot him from the air."
"I mean yeah, that shouldn't be a problem. I gotta check with my dad, I know he's got an order coming in this week, but I don't think it's for a few days yet. You think we'll be gone long?"
"I'd like to be back tomorrow night. If we can't find it by then I'm just gonna call it done."
"Alright, gimme an hour and I'll meet you at the trailhead."

The order for Colin's dad wasn't expected for three days, so within a few hours the two of them were walking down the trail into the valley. The trail was always a beautiful hike; it had plenty of spots to stop and look at the view. Though the two of them were keeping a steady pace, they made sure to find a nice spot for lunch. The valley wasn't particularly more dangerous than the other forests around the village, but it was still nice to have another pair of eyes so the both of them could relax a little while they walked.

They got to the clearing where the buck had been shot a little before the sun had set completely. The forest floor was deep in shadow but the sunlight danced on the tops of the trees and made it look like they were ablaze. Colin got to work setting up a tent while Elise went to look for anything the deer may have left behind. She found the approximate spot it had been standing when she shot it. No blood anywhere. Maybe she had missed it after all. She frowned and crouched. She could see the grass ripped up where it had been eating, and the footprints in the mud. She followed the prints carefully back to the tree line, making note of the extra deep gouges where it had pushed off to leap back into the forest. In the trees though, it was now too dark to keep following them. She marked a couple trees near the place it entered and went back to Colin.

Colin had pulled out his PFA and had laid it out on a tarp. The Personal Flying Apparatus was designed like a pair of bat wings. Metal struts supported canvas membrane that spread out to either side of the central body. Two small Vein powered thrusters were set near the bottom of the body to assist with takeoffs and landing. Colin had made this one himself after looking at designs from professionals in the capital. She'd seem him crash it as many times as not, but it was a sturdy little machine. At the moment he had both the wings separated from the body and was cleaning the connections.

"If you break your leg tomorrow I'm not dragging you back to Birch."
"That was one time, and I would hardly call it a break."
"Your foot was turned all the way round."
"Yeah, more of a twist. No break."
"I'm going to break your leg if you say that again."

They laughed and Elise crawled into the tent.

"I was just about to get some food going," Colin said after her.
"I'll eat in the morning, I just wanna pass out right now."
"Suit yourself."

Elise listened to the sounds of Colin tinkering on the PFA for a bit longer before he got a fire going.

Elise was up before Colin. He was snoring soundly beside her, and she did her best to sneak out of the tent. The sun was only just starting to peek into the valley and she listened to the morning song of the birds as she got the fire going again to make some coffee and porridge. Eventually Colin got up and sleepily accepted the coffee she'd made. The two sat in silence for a while as the clearing brightened. When they'd finished their breakfast, Colin got to work strapping the PFA to his back while Elise tried to pick up the deer's trail again, and then the two of them set off.

The PFA popped to lift as Colin switched it on. The wings twisted and flexed, finding their center of gravity before spreading wide in preparation for take off. There were two ways to control the PFA: a pair of handles attached directly to the wings so that it could be turned manually, or a small control panel on the chest that allowed the machine to maintain level flight and do minor adjustments like turns and slow ascents and descents if the pilot needed the use of their hands. For the moment, Colin gripped the handles and pushed upwards. The thrusters lit up and launched him into the air. Elise watched him ascend and do a few loops of the clearing before he leveled out. She pointed in the direction of the tracks she was following and Colin began flying in that direction.

They spent a few hours like this. Elise following the tracks on the ground, and Colin doing wide circles in the air, coming back to make sure he was maintaining the right direction. The deer's trail lead them deeper and deeper in the valley until they were near the river that carved its way through the middle. Elise had been growing more and more frustrated. This deer wasn't acting like an injured animal, and seemed to have just been going about its day. She found several locations where it had laid down, but again found no blood. Around noon she stopped near the river bank where, presumably, the animal had stopped to drink. She stared into the water. The edge of the river was shallow, but she knew from experience that it was both fast and deep near the center. She'd fallen in once while hunting with her dad when she was younger and he'd had to pull her out. She flagged Colin down and soon he was on the ground again.

"Are you sure you hit this thing Elise?" he was panting a bit from the flying, "We're a ways off from that clearing."
"I'm starting to think I really did miss," she sighed, "But the shot was perfect, I just don't understand how."
"Well," he began to shrug off the PFA, "You're not exactly an expert marksman."
"Shut up, this really sucks."
"Sorry," he said genuinely, "Listen. It took us half the day to get out here. If we turn back now, we can make some good time back towards Birch and be back by noon tomorrow."
"Yeah okay."
"Okay, gimme a second to eat something then we'll hit the road."
"Why don't you head back to where we camped out, I'll meet you there?"
"You sure?" he had already started folding up the wings, "It's not exactly a straight shot on foot."

Elise nodded. Colin set down the PFA and drew her into a hug. They stood there quietly for a minute, listening to the sounds of the river burble past them.

"Hey," Colin whispered.
"I'm fine," Elise whispered back, "Just frustrated."

He nodded and let go.

"Thanks," she said, "Sorry, it's dumb to be this worked up about a stupid deer."
"Nah," he shrugged, "I've been more worked up over less."
"Actually Colin," she grabbed his arm, "I think I'd prefer if you walked with me."
"I think we can make that happen, lemme just take it up one more time. I wanna show you a trick I've been practicing."
"Oh you're gonna show me a cool trick on your little flying machine?" she made a face at him.
"Sovereign you're so mean. Fuck it, I don't wanna show you anymore."
"No! I was kidding! Show me please!"

He smirked and shook his head.

"Alright relax."

Colin strapped the PFA back onto his back, and waited for it to find the center of gravity again. Then he took off into the air. This time however, he kept climbing. Twenty meters. Thirty meters. Fifty meters. Then he twisted suddenly and plunged downward. The wings tucked close to his body and he began to spin as he fell. A few meters above the tops of the trees he pulled his wings open and the sudden resistance turned his downward momentum into forward thrust and he shot above Elise, doing one more loop before he paused briefly in the air to shoot her a wink.

She didn't register the gunshot right away. She just saw the impact on Colin's shoulder ripple his muscles. Then she watched him plummet from the sky and out of sight as she heard the echoing retort of the gun going off a second time. Panic gripped her heart and she began sprinting towards where Colin had went down. She came around the corner and saw him, half submerged on the riverbank, unmoving. She froze. Above Colin, stood the deer.

It was the same deer, no question. The large branching antlers were impossible to forget. It was sniffing Colin's head, and nudged him a couple times. When he groaned, the deer snorted and stood up. It stood up on its hind legs and Elise watched in horror as the thin limbs bulged with muscle. The hooves split, and split again until it had human-like hands on its front legs. Within seconds, what stood over Colin was no longer a deer. It was nearly eight feet tall, with a head that looked like a deer, but also looked almost human. The antlers had remained, but every inch of the creature seemed to be rippling with muscle. The thing that used to be a deer grabbed Colin's torso with one hand and one of his legs with the other. Before Elise could even scream, it pulled with such ferocity that Colin's leg was ripped clean off his body. Colin screamed in pain and fear as the adrenaline woke him up. The thing that used to be a deer stared at him for a moment, unfazed, then as easily as you might toss an apple, it threw Colin into the river.

It sat down on the bank and watched as Colin's writhing form was quickly pulled away. Elise continued to watch as it brought the leg up to its mouth. The moment its teeth bit into flesh she was shaken from her paralysis and screamed. She hadn't meant to scream, but it came out regardless. Even when the thing that used to be a deer turned to look at her, she couldn't stop herself from screaming. Even as it stood, and walked over to her, dragging Colin's leg in the mud, the scream continued. Only when it grabbed her with a hand so large it wrapped entirely around her torso, that the air was squeezed out and she could do nothing but cry terrified tears. The thing that used to be a deer lifted her up to its face next to one large eye. It snorted, then turned its head and opened its mouth.

"Stop!"

The voice came from the forest beside her. She turned her head and saw someone step out of the trees. The person carried a rifle set against their hip and pointed at the creature. They were wearing a mask over their face and a hood pulled low over the mask. Elise watched the person look from her, to the creature, to Colin's leg, and then back to the creature.

"Idiot thing," the person muttered, "One will have to do. Bring her."

The thing that used to be a deer carried her through the forest in one hand. It continued to consume Colin's leg as they walked, not even leaving the bones untouched. The crunching was overwhelming and she vomited more than once. Whenever she tried to scream, the thing that used to be a deer would squeeze her until she couldn't breathe. She tried to call out to the person with the gun but they ignored her. Eventually she gave up and just cried, but even her tears dried after a while.

The duo brought Elise deeper into the valley than she'd ever gone before. They're path took them into deep crevasses that she hadn't even known existed. They descended to the bottoms of these rocky wounds in the earth until they came to the mouth of a cave. Inside was damp, cramped, and cold. She was slammed into walls, floors, and ceilings, despite the fact that the thing that used to be a deer seemed to be trying to hold her steady. After nearly an hour traversing the cave, they came to a large metal door blocking their way.

The thing that used to be a deer set her down on the cold stone. She briefly eyed the way they had came but the person in the mask tossed a rock at her and gestured at the rifle they were holding. Not like she had the energy to even stand right now, much less make a run for it. The thing that used to be a deer walked up to the door and placed both hands on it, putting visible effort into getting it open. Slowly, it slid along the stone, revealing a relatively normal looking room on the other side. She was brought into the room, and then the door was closed behind her. Once it was secure, the thing that used to be a deer sat down, with its back against the door, and seemed to be asleep within seconds.

Elise looked around the room. There were no windows. Vein powered lights covered the walls. One corner of the room had a bed and a few other homey furnishings, but the rest of it looked like someone had taken a look at her dad's workshop and thought that there wasn't quite enough mess. All sorts of trinkets and scrap, trash, papers, and pens were scattered across a dozen desks and machines she didn't recognize.

The person in the mask hung the rifle on a hook on the wall and shuffled over to the corner with the bed. They pulled their overcoat and hood off as well as their mask, tossing both on the bed and running their fingers through long white hair. The man turned to look at Elise.

"I have no intention of locking up that rifle, but if you try to get it, Stewart will tear you in half before you could take two steps. Then we would have done all this for nothing, and we'd have to start over again. Now, if you'd just go sit on that table for me."

He pointed at a metal slab in the center of the room, similar to the surgeon's table back in Birch. She didn't move. The man pinched his nose, which had been visibly broken and healed incorrectly.

"Please do not make me wake up Stewart. He gets very annoyed when I have to wake him."

Elise looked back at the thing that used to be a deer...Stewart, and shakily stood to her feet. Everything was sore. A dozen bruises were already forming from where she'd hit the walls, and her knees were still shaking from the shock of the whole situation. She stumbled her way over to the table and painfully lifted herself onto it. The man made his way over to the table after digging through a pile of junk and ~~producing~~produced awhat ~~canister~~appeared to be an oxygen tank with a ~~tube~~face onmask ~~one end connected to a half circle of metal.~~attached. He held it out to her.

"Something for the pain."

She shook her head. The man rolled his eyes ~~and~~and, with a speed she was not ~~expecting~~expecting, grabbed the back of her head and shoved the ~~circle~~mask onto her face. As she started to fight back there was a loud hiss and a green smoke poured ~~out onto her face.~~out. It stung as it touched her skin and she immediately started to cough at the smell. Unable to pull herself away from the mans grip, she flailed helplessly as her coughing forced more and more of the smoke into her lungs. The room started to fade, and the last thing she saw was the man gently laying her down on the table, shaking his head as he did so.

A vast and empty landscape stretched out before her. Dark crags and crevasses, dead trees sticking out of the ground like fingers, and a harsh wind carving its way through everything. The sky was filled with oily black clouds that rippled and rolled like they were trying to reach down and touch the earth. She stood at edge of a precipice. A sheer cliff, dropping down what seemed like thousands of feet to jagged rocks below her. She tried to back up but found herself pressed against the cliff, only a few inches for her feet to stand on. She tried to slow her breathing and realized even taking a long deep breath felt like she was suffocating. Her heart felt like it was trying to break free from her ribcage.

Then the cliff rumbled.

She let out a yelp as the wall behind her began pushing her forward. The rock was physically moving, shrinking the already miniscule gap she had to stand on. She grabbed at the wall, trying to find any purchase for her hands but it seemed that every crack was too shallow, and every rock sticking out crumbled the second she touched it. She watched helplessly as the small ledge she was balancing on vanished and she fell. She screamed, scrambling desperately at the cliff as she fell past it, but it seemed like it was always just out of reach. The ground rushed up to meet her, the jagged rocks like the teeth of some enormous beast waiting to swallow her whole.

She slammed into the ground and felt every bone in her body break. Pain coursed through her like fire. But she was still alive. Confused and in shock she tried to move but only sent more waves of pain through her as she heard and felt the grinding of her bones against each other. The ground beneath her shifted and she was barely able to make sense of it as she fell through the earth. Between the waves of pain she watched the oily clouds pull away from her. Rocks and debris fell with her but instead of getting dark, there was light below her. And heat.

By the time she hit the magma, her brain had stopped trying to make sense of what was happening and just started shutting down. She felt the impact onto the liquid rock, but it was distant, like it was being described to her by someone else. She heard the high pitched whine as her flesh boiled and fell away but it reminded her of her mom putting on the kettle and she wondered what kind of tea her mother would make to help her feel better after this. She stared, curiously, at her hand as her exposed muscles and bone caught fire. She frowned, her last thought one of confusion as she saw thin slivery veins wrapped around the bones of her arms and hands like a spiderweb. Then, nothing.

Elise's eyes snapped open.