With every smack on Garry's face, the skin became red. When Seth kept striking him, it got worse.

When the claws came out, it hurt too bad to scream. His shirt ripped, blood dripping. A claw mark now shown on his face that even though it was covered with hair...blood trinkled down his face like tears. The wounds might not be deep, but they bled. And they stung.

The force from the last blow made him fall to the floor, the constant force waning on his pretty fragile body.

Then when Mary finally got closer.

What are you going to do with him?

...He got scared again. He was...he was going to die. Right here, and Mary was cool with that.

Thoughts started to flood in, too many for Garry to muster and organize. His eyes swelled up with tears, pain finally reaching his features. Fear. Pain.

He failed everyone...