Contrary to Rand's expectations, Munster did not become as restrained as before under the attack of the newspaper.
Instead, its thick tail slammed to the ground, and then its body jumped to the ceiling like a spring.
Being punished by his partner in this way in front of another male greatly infuriated Munster, who, of course, would never project his anger on Rand.
All the problems are with Rogers, the human male who has rushed into his territory.
Munster was able to maintain his tolerance for him until he was stunned by hormones (he was acutely aware of Rand's fondness for Rogers, and knew that Rand would not like his attack on Rogers), but Now…
Please forgive this little monster who has completely fallen into excitement.
It's a fucking rut after all.
And neither Rand Sievers nor Munster himself realized what that meant.
"Munster! Calm down!"
Rand looked at Munster worriedly, overwhelmed by the unusual behavior of the other party. His back shivered with chills, and he had a bad premonition that a dark cloud spread over his chest.
There was something wrong with Munster, and it had never shown such a beast-like ferocity in front of Rand. It has to be said that this makes Rand feel that it is extremely unfamiliar.
"Oh, come on, Rand, your pet looks so unfriendly."
Rodgers, Munster's target, was not as calm as he appeared to be, while Rand was on edge.
When a normal person encounters such a situation, his whole body may become weak due to fear. However, Rogers is by no means a normal person. On the contrary, every muscle in his body is tense and trembling slightly. Gen stood up, breathing began to quicken. Walking in an extremely dangerous world all the year round, his body has an instinctive response to "danger", just like it is now.
Although Munster just hangs upside down from the ceiling and stares at him, in Rogers' view, this docile and clingy little monster under Rand's palm is actually the god of death in this world...
The adrenaline in his body was gushing from the extreme danger, and he stretched out the tip of his bright red tongue and licked his lips, excited.
"Rogers?" Rand swallowed a dry mouthful of saliva, and he moved in front of Rogers without a trace, then frowned tightly and said, "I think it might be better for you to leave, I don't think Munster is very good today. Right."
To be honest, he felt that Rogers didn't look right today, and there was an aura about him that gave Rand goosebumps, but Rand thought it might be an illusion that he had created under extreme tension.
Rogers chuckled softly behind him: "Take it easy, Rand, it's just jealous, it looks like your little pet has taken you as its property."
"Munster is not a pet..."
"...you have to let it learn to accept reality, and it's not really suitable for anything other than pets."
Rogers didn't wait for Rand to finish speaking, he shrugged his shoulders, showing a deliberately unconcerned look, then he approached Rand, put his arm around Rand's shoulder, and deliberately put his arm around Rand's arm. stroked twice.
Like a child playing with fire, sometimes you know the consequences will be serious, but you just can't control yourself. For a long-established and highly skilled killer like Rogers (who are often out of his mind), trolling a dangerous monster and putting himself in danger is nothing short of entertainment.
And he did exactly that.
Munster immediately fell into a frenzy, its claws clawed at the wall and quickly crawled out of Rand's reach. It lowered its head, its silver hair wriggled and opened, trembling like a threatened viper, its eyes and teeth shone with tiny lights, and its bloodthirsty eyes locked on Rogers.
It wanted to kill Rogers—and Rand could clearly feel that.
Just as Rand thought, a few seconds later, Munster swung his tail towards Rogers.
Its movements are more sensitive and fierce than any other animal. It magically turned a corner in the air and bypassed Rand who was in front of Rogers, and then opened its sharp teeth and bit the killer who was looking for death.
It was only a brief moment, but it seemed to Rand that time had been invisibly slowed down by God.
He saw Munster's grinning mouth, the blood-red and narrow slit that seemed to go under his ear, and its jawbone opened astonishingly as if it had been opened, revealing a row of sharp daggers. Teeth and mouthparts in the state of anemone inside the mouth, and the top of the mouthpart also has a ring of thin teeth.
Those terrifying attacking organs went straight towards Rogers, and the next second the mouthpart would be inserted directly into Rogers' temple, crushing his soft yellowish brain, and its lips would wrap around the human head, The teeth stuck to his skull and even the furious struggle couldn't make it slide off the round bone until it sucked the luscious, sticky fluid out of the body.
Without Rand, Munster could have done it with ease.
but…
That's without Rand.
The reality is that Rand let out a hysterical scream, he instinctively reached out and tried to push Rogers away, Munster's tail slapped the wall hard when he saw him, in such a small space It adjusted its orbit with amazing control, eventually avoiding Rand.
But the angle it threw at Rogers was so tricky, and it wanted to kill the opponent so strongly, so even if the angle was changed, Munster inevitably hurt Rand.
The spines on its ears cut a long, deep wound on Rand's arm, and blood poured out like a fountain.
…
"Rand!"
Munster fell heavily on the ground. It turned around and looked at the wound on Rand's arm in shock. The scales instantly turned gray-blue because of the shock.
"Damn it! Rand, you're hurt!"
Next came Rogers, who took a slight step back and stared intently at Rand's wound.
For Rand, the pain from the elbow was like a small knife stabbing his nerve, the wound was hot as if it was on fire, and the blood pooled in a dark pool under his feet. shadow.
Oh damn my rug.
I don't know why Rand only thought of the carpet at a time like this, maybe because of the blood loss he felt like he didn't even have the basic ability to think. Then his body shook.
Munster rushed over and tried to support Rand, but at the moment when he smelled the familiar smell of water, he didn't know why the terrifying scene he had seen before appeared in Rand's mind. Gagging mouthparts, wide jaws and bloodthirsty eyes...
Before Rand realized it, his body moved on its own. He reluctantly took two steps back, avoiding Munster.
…
His movement was not big, but it was enough for Munster to realize Rand's rejection of it.
Almost at the same time, this little monster that was like a killing weapon not long ago froze in place as if it had been hit by petrification, its lips trembled slightly, and its arms still kept the initial lift. posture.
It stared blankly at the pale-faced Rand, the hormonal desire to kill completely washed away by fear and blame. It touched its ear carefully, and felt a drop of bright red blood on the thorn—from Rand.
Oh, it hurt Rand.
It actually hurt Rand...
Munster felt that this was the biggest nightmare it had ever encountered in its fish life. It stood not far from Rand with its tail crossed, looking at his eyes helpless and uneasy, as if it was about to cry. .
"Rand?" It whispered in a panic, trembling slightly, but it never dared to take a step after considering Rand's move to avoid him before, "Yes, I'm sorry..."
It had a distinct nasal tone in its voice.
"I... I'm fine, don't worry, Munster."
Rand said perfunctorily to the petrified little monster, he took a deep breath, the blood was still gushing out, this was a bad sign, he pressed the upper edge of his arm forcefully in an attempt to He stopped the bleeding, but only made his other hand stained with the sticky, warm blood.
To make matters worse, his vision started to go dark.
Rand is worried that he will faint from the blood loss from the wound, and if that is the case he will have to go to the hospital, thinking of the group of reporters outside the apartment...
Oh no, absolutely not like that.
Rand bit his lip hard (though he soon found it was like someone else's) to clear the mess in his head, and then he said dryly: "Rogers ? I think I need your help."
Rogers, with his back pressed against the door, looked terrified, his eyes glued to Rand's wound.
The blood-red mouth that bloomed on the fair skin...
His breathing became faster than before, and a blush rose to his cheeks.
If Rand hadn't been injured at this time, he might have sensed something was wrong with Rogers, but now he simply thought Rogers was horrified by Munster's previous behavior—in fact, even he was horrified.
"I... I'm sorry for Munster's behavior, but could you please help me get the first aid kit out of the room if you can?"
Rand said.
"Rand..."
Munster tried to take a step closer to Rand, who was no longer meeting Rogers, much to Rand's relief.
But at the same time, Rand had no energy to respond to Munster's pitiful call.
He could feel Munster staring at him, but he didn't respond to it, and he didn't know how to respond to it.
The air smelled of blood and rust.
Rand felt a wave of dizziness.
"Hey, are you crazy? Your wound needs stitches, and a first aid kit can't save you!"
He heard Rogers' objection, but all he could do was shake his head.
"No, I can't go to the hospital, and now I can't get the attention of those reporters anymore."
Rand insisted, and Rodgers was eventually persuaded by him.
He brought a first aid kit from his own home ("I wouldn't dare enter your room in front of your little pet right now"—he cried pitifully), and tried to bandage Rand's very serious Wound.
The blood gushing from the wound almost completely saturated the first roll of bandages, after which Rogers had to plug Rand's wound with a stuffed medical cotton—a military item in which a medical cotton ball was compressed into a bullet-like They are stuffed into the cavity of severe wounds and swell to stop the bleeding when they are full of blood, which is very effective, but also very painful.
Rand's face was like white paper, and beads of sweat covered his cheeks.
Rogers took a deep breath of the rust-smelling air unnoticed, and then took pleasure in admiring Rand's horrific wound to the others, before forcing himself to use it for a moment. Another roll of bandage helped Rand wrap the wound.
"It looks like your wound has stopped bleeding temporarily, but it won't last long and you'll have to go to the hospital eventually."
When Rogers raised his head he had returned to the face of a gentle and good neighbor, and Rand gave him a very reluctant smile.
"Let's wait until it's dark. At that time, we are more likely to sneak out without disturbing the gang outside."
Rand said.
Rogers rubbed his brows, he could only surrender to Rand's stubbornness, and then he left Rand's apartment in consideration of Munster.
"I'll come and take you to the hospital at night, and then... If you need me before then, you can come to me, and I'll pay attention to your side... I know I should stay with you, but... "
As the door closed, Rogers explained earnestly, and Rand interrupted him.
"I see, sorry Rogers, I didn't expect Munster to be like this either..."
Rand couldn't even squeeze out a wry smile now.
There is no way to cover up, or say, to explain Munster's aggressive behavior. If it wasn't for Rand's blocking today, he believed that Munster could have fatally hurt Rogers.
This made Rand feel incredible and… terrified
Rand didn't know how to describe his current mood. He wanted to tell himself it was just an accident, but the burning wound on his arm reminded him how dangerous Munster was.
And it was an attack after Rand had stopped it.
Rand has always felt that he can control Munster's behavior (so even after it shows a terrible attacking ability, he still doesn't think it can do any harm to others), but it turns out that this is just an illusion .
Rand's fingertips were as cold as ice, and the wound was so painful that he wanted to scream.
Rogers and he stopped talking about Munster.
Although closed, Rand knew he still had to deal with Munster's problems.
He couldn't escape this.