My Last Stand
The wet floor was slick beneath my body it was stained red with my blood as I sat there gasping at the hope of staying alive long enough to watch my mother slay the one that did this to me. She wanted. We knew he would come because he was the great Beowulf, and no great Anglo-Saxon warrior of such stature would ever let his enemy live. She waited with red eyes and fists of fury, and friends for back up. He came. The door fell in and in walked the magnificent Beowulf, who happens to be the one and only mere mortal that has ever thought to, let alone, taken me down. I was about to witness the battle between beast and brute.
The gleaming eyes of the predator could no longer entrance my mom from her prey. It began. Scratching, clawing, and snaring could not damage the great Beowulf. Friends and other monsters gathered, all of who tried their hand at this chain mail that protected him. Before they realized, they were in a great underwater hall where nothing but my mom could injury him. The battle began with heated glares swapped between each other while illuminated by the iridescent light that was mystically placed upon them. Beowulf swung his weak little sword at my mother with the intentions to kill but he came up short after discovering that no sword could penetrate her skin. His helmet served him no good either.
He was reared weaponless. However with fame and glory at the end of the road how could he stop now. Mom was giving her best shot and trying to put down the only thing that could defeat her. She was ready and angrier than ever because she couldn’t believe this animal was still alive. With his bare hands he leapt at my mother with all his might and my poor mother fell. However, she was up quicker than he thought and had Beowulf pinned to his back crushing him with her weight. With a crazed look in her eye she withdrew a bloodstained dagger. She stabbed him repeated but his chain mail from the gods withstood the heavy and malicious...