Vol1
The bloodstain left by Raisha stabbed Rand deeply.
He couldn't remember if he had ever felt worse than now since his adoptive parents died. He inserted his hand into his hair, stared at the blood on the floor, and his brain even went blank for a few seconds. .
What the hell is going on with this—
What the hell is he going to do—
Countless voices and thoughts were running wildly in his head.
And Munster screamed and tried to slip past Rand, showing his teeth and claws, trying to continue to hunt down the unfortunate human girl.
Its beastly terrifying form finally made Rand react.
Just now, Munster attacked a human girl. This fact scorched Rand's soul like a flame.
He quickly blocked Munster, and then stepped on Munster's tail fin.
"What the hell did you do?!"
He growled hoarsely.
"Let go of me! I'm going to eat that guy! I'm going to tear her apart! I swear I'll never forgive that disgusting monster!"
Munster is screaming too!
Its claws made white scratches on the floor, and its hair stood upright like an open peacock, making it appear larger and more colorful.
"You calm me down!"
Rand grabbed Munster's hair, pulling it straight in his direction with a rudeness he couldn't even imagine before.
Munster started screaming.
As Rand's friend, Rogers should be grateful for his outing on this day, because if he was there at this moment, he might have been made into a meat sauce by the high-frequency sound waves from Munster.
Those voices sounded to humans just as bout after bout of voice attack on behalf of the god of death, but in Rand's ears.
They are irrational vents.
"Let go of me! I'm going to kill her!" it shouted.
It was at this moment that Munster's bright red eyes met Rand's.
The eyes began to expand without knowing it, and the color was very bright. Far from what Rand remembered, they now seemed to be completely overwhelmed with tyrannical desires. Rand even felt extremely shocked, because in front of him the eyes that belonged to Munster were like the eyes of a beast, with no humanity in them, only bloodthirsty and madness.
Is the wild beast in front of him really the little monster he knew
Rand unknowingly let go of his hand.
However, his hand was held back by Munster.
"Rand..." it murmured. "You have her scent on you."
Rand's vision suddenly became dim, and that was when Munster suddenly leaned down and pressed his face to Rand's. It didn't ask for any permission at all, and just went straight to Rand's lips.
"Um... uh..."
Rand instinctively closed his mouth, but that wasn't much use.
Rough, insect-like mouthparts rudely squeezed in between Rand's lips, tentacles propped up his gums, and the inside of Rand's mouth was filled with countless spongy sausage-like fleshy pillars. Licking Rand's teeth, tongue and palate, the tiny suckers gently sucked inside the mouth leaving countless tingling tingles.
As Munster kissed Rand, the almost frenzied movement calmed down.
It held Rand's shoulders lightly, its tail curled around Rand's mouth, and closed its eyes.
The next second, Rand snapped at Munster's ear, pushing its cheeky face away.
"boom-"
Then he raised his fist and punched Munster in the cheekbone.
Strictly speaking, the punch didn't serve much of a purpose other than hurting Rand himself. Because Munster's skin wasn't even flushed, it just stared at Rand with wide eyes in shock, as if there was no way to digest the fact that "Rand punched it".
Rand then punched it again, in the jaw.
His joints were torn from the beating, and Rand gasped in pain from the pain.
Of course, Munster remained sluggish.
After about ten seconds, it slowly raised its hand and covered its chin.
It doesn't hurt at all.
But it's strange that it makes some cry.
It spoke dryly, with a trembling voice: "Rand... you... hit me."
Rand gritted his teeth, and he could see the tensed masseter muscles on his face.
"Yes, are you calm now?"
He looked at Munster coldly and said word by word.
"But, Rand, you hit me."
Munster pursed his lips and repeated, his panic completely flushing out the rage that had filled his entire body.
It was eager to hear Rand's words.
Tell it sorry or something.
But Rand, as if he didn't hear it, pushed Munster's body away from himself.
"Rand, you have a strange smell... That woman kissed you! I hate her! Rand should only smell like me!"
Munster was a little anxious, it said to Rand incoherently, but did not wait for a response from the other party at all.
Rand had never treated it this way before.
"Rand..."
At this time, Rand had walked to the porch and grabbed an umbrella. His face was cold and pale, and only a little emotion could be seen in his unusually bright green eyes.
Anxiety, anger and disappointment.
Munster followed him closely, trying to act with him, but at the door was Rand pointed at the tip of his icy umbrella.
"Munster, I'm tired of saying this, stay in my room..." Rand said to Munster in a hard voice that Munster had never heard before, and after a pause for a few seconds, he suddenly resumed Withdrew the umbrella pointing at Munster, "Forget it, whatever you want," he said, "if you really want to be exposed to the crowd, then whatever you want, I don't care, at least, don't care anymore, just Don't let me see you hurting any human being at will, Munster, and don't make me feel like it was a wrong decision to hide your existence and keep you."
Then Rand opened his umbrella and hurriedly walked outside.
He also has to find the injured girl.
God bless her injuries are not serious...
"Hopefully it's still too late."
Rand murmured as he looked at the road ahead blurred by the heavy rain.
Vol2
Raisha saw the black car parked on the side of the road from a distance.
The heavy rain turned the world into a monotonous picture composed of gray rain curtains and brown earth, and the car seemed to be the only coordinate in the world, which made the young girl suddenly relieved.
Before opening the door, however, she stayed outside for a while to allow the rain to wash off the blood on her stomach.
In any case, the blood stains soaked through the cloth made her feel a little embarrassed, and they were easily reminiscent of something else.
But no matter what, the rain couldn't dilute the blood, because blood was gushing out from her wound. There is something wrong with this. The "Prince" itself is not a complete siren. Although the fragments it left in Laisha can help her heal her wounds and even come back to life, it doesn't mean it It can also deal with the damage caused by Munster.
The mucus attached to those tentacles (though they looked like shiny hair) inhibited Laisha's ability to regenerate, and she had a hole in her belly and was running so badly that she had to use The hand desperately pressed the wound to prevent the intestines from flowing out.
She began to feel weak and cold, her legs were shaking, and the rain washed her face, making it almost impossible for her to open her eyes.
Through the rain-wet car window, Laisha could see the dim shadow of the prince.
Leaning casually on his seat, he flipped through a thin pamphlet with some boredom. It was a European guidebook they kept at the gas station, and it was full of errors and emphasized special services.” Motor Inn".
But Laisha still thinks that the prince's reading is surprisingly elegant.
The latter had obviously seen Laisha, but did not pay too much attention. Instead, after raising his eyes indifferently, he lowered his eyes again to look at those boring pictures and information.
Laisha couldn't take it any longer. She looked at her still bleeding abdomen and muddy T-shirt, opened the door and got in.
The prince turned his head and spoke indifferently.
"It's been too long since you went, did you get it?"
Laisha was silent for a while, and she opened her mouth to the prince.
Under her tongue is a pouch formed by a fold of skin, where the saliva collected from Rand is stored.
The prince chuckled lightly, and put his head close...
Then he pushed Laisha away forcefully.
"This is... this is a... human..."
It carefully analyzed the composition of the saliva with its tongue, a suspicious blush appeared at the cheekbones, some drool was running down the corners of his mouth, and it was obviously completely fascinated by something.
"... a... red scale? No, a red scale and a siren hybrid..."
Raisha was supposed to do all this while watching the prince with adoring eyes as always.
But today she was in so much pain that she could only hold her stomach and curl up in the backseat, controlling her breathing with one breath and another, enduring more and more severe pain.
In a trance she felt the Band-Aid on her leg—the one Rand had put on her today.
Maybe she should have asked for some gauze at the time... If it was that person, maybe it would be given to her.
He is a good man.
Laisha thought regretfully.
But soon she thought of what she had done in that room today.
Oh, silly girl.
she said to herself.
She would never be by Rand's side again. Thinking of this, Laisha felt a dazed, faint sadness, even though she herself didn't understand why she felt this way...
Maybe it's just because it hurts too much.
She felt her blood seep slowly from her body, soaked through her clothes, soaked into the cheap seat cushion, and then slowly dripped to the ground along the curve of her calf.
Then she moved her leg indecently, and fumbled to remove the Band-Aid on her calf.
She took the Band-Aid in her palm and curled up again.
"...Damn, that human, what the hell is that human? Why is this..."
The prince was still muttering to himself, and its elegant and low voice accompanied Laisha, which made her feel a little happier.
In the thicker and colder air, she slowly closed her eyes.
Vol3
Laisha, who was in a coma, would never have imagined that there was another man in front of the road, holding an umbrella and looking for her in embarrassment.
Finding someone in a storm was a difficult task for Rand, who had no idea how a wounded girl could run so fast.
He only delayed for a while, and when he chased out again, he couldn't see Laisha.
And God is like crazy, has been pouring rain into the world like crazy, it is rare for such a big storm to last for such a long period of time.
Maybe the Supreme is missing the forty days and nights of rain again, Rand thought sarcastically.
Rand brought an umbrella, but he soon discovered that the umbrella was useless. He was soaking wet, and it would be wiser to close it and use the handle as a cane to trek through the muddy ground.
He was very worried that on such a rainy day that Miss Laisha would run into a fork in the road. Yes, this monotonous road could hardly get a car for a day, but there were several fork roads that looked almost the same. The mouths, like the branches on the trunk of the branches, tended to lead to places more desolate than Rogers Ranch, and almost all of them were dead ends.
One of the forks even leads to a very deceptive swamp, the soft, wet mud covered with grass, but once you step on it, you can't climb out again.
"I think someone must have been trapped there and died there. It's a trap for death - it's just that they're so deep, and it's so remote, that no one will notice."
Rand remembers Rogers explaining it to Rand at the time.
Thinking of this, Rand became even more nervous.
He wandered in the cold, icy rain for almost two hours, close to exhaustion.
At this moment, he heard the sound of a car engine coming from the other side of the road.
In an instant, Rand's whole body was energized.
Slowly approaching Lander from the rain is a black Volkswagen model with a balance of horsepower and price, and a very good second-hand.
Little by little the car approached Lander, and finally came to a crunch.
Rogers rolled down the car window, stuck his head out, and looked strangely at the soaking wet Rand.
"Hey man? God, what are you doing?!"
…
Vol3
With Rogers' help, Rand searched the road before and after in the car.
They found signs of parking on the side of a road, as well as ruts as the car drove away.
"It seems that the girl's injuries are not very serious. You see, she can even drive away from the scene by herself."
Rogers whistled and said without changing his face. He looked down at the brown soil, which, though loose and muddy by the rain, was still darker than elsewhere.
Rand only stood up from the rut at this time, and he smiled at Rogers with some embarrassment.
"I hope you're right... although I think for now we have to worry about Munster being discovered."
His face paled, and he said with a wry smile.
"I'm not worried about that," Rogers said casually, "no one would believe that a teenage girl would see a... uh, merman on a so-called suburban farm... they'd just think the kid was on drugs. ."
Or, she simply can't survive the city and die.
The blood stains left at the scene made Rogers very calm.
They drove back to the ranch.
It was already dark, but it was pitch black in the house that had been converted from a barn.
After Roger pulled out the car keys and the roar of the car engine disappeared, it was as quiet as a grave here.
Rand sat numbly in the passenger seat, looking tired and pale, and clearly not wanting to get in.
Rogers couldn't help rubbing his forehead.
"Dude, I can see that this time you're having a quarrel with Munster for real... But shall we go first? I'm starving and cold..."
"Rogers—"
Rand maintained his previous posture and suddenly interrupted him.
"Do you think I made the right decision to let Munster stay by my side?"
He tilted his head and said with a blank face, the fragility and despair in his tone could make Rogers harden in an instant.
"Well, actually..." Rogers rubbed his fingers gently, "I never thought it would be a good thing for you to keep that little monster in human society. In my opinion, it's a beast. … hey, you asked me to, don’t look like that. I’m telling the truth, its aggression, its size, its mental state, it’s very worrying. If you really need to With a pet, you can choose a safer animal."
"Munster is not my pet..."
"But as far as I'm concerned, it is. Sometimes, even a little more than pets..." Rogers stared at Rand's naked skin, forcibly suppressing the strong desire in his heart.
There has never been a better chance, Munster has always been a huge obstacle to his art, and as long as it's around, Rogers won't be able to smooth out his little brother's soft, white skin Rolled off his useless body.
"Don't think I can't see it, Rand, don't you notice it yourself? That sticky energy between the two of you, and that monster's dominance over you... only in the closest lovers. That's what it's like. Sometimes I watch you all start worrying that you're going to tattoo each other and drink each other's blood."
Under Rogers' words, Rand looked shaky.
He covered his face with both hands, leaned back and gave himself a deep breath.
"I just, I just feel like it needs me. It's so innocent and..."
"Pfft—" Rogers interrupted Rand with a sneer. "Your 'pure' little monster attacked a girl just today, and do you need me to remind you of the mutations in you and its previous behavior? You know, you still have to wear invisibility until now. What about the glasses, Mr. Cat Squinting."
"I… "
"Rand, you really need to think about it, maybe, it's a good time to send it away. We can release it to the Arkansas River, it can swim to the ocean... where it won't hurt. To anyone, you no longer have to worry about its safety, and even the mutation of your own body will change."
Rogers patiently gave Rand numerous reasons for sending Munster away.
What made Rand even more sad was that all his reasons sounded irrefutable.
The bloodthirsty look and behavior of Munster's madness today still lingers in Rand's mind.
"Anyway, make a quick decision, Rand, as your friend, I think I may be saying too much."
With that calm, concerned look on his face, Rogers, as he had done so many times before, began to give Rand some hints in hidden places.
"Oh, Rogers, let me think." Rand finally got out of the carriage, moving slowly towards the door, like a child who refuses to face his teacher.
"Let me think about what to do."
He repeated it one last time.
Vol4
After they entered the house, all Rand saw was a mess.
The floor was wet, the carpet was like a swamp when stepped on, a few rags were scattered in the gap between the floor and the sofa, and a bucket was deflated and lay dying at the door.
"What the hell is this..."
Rogers, who had always been very calm and calm, finally showed his anger after facing this scene.
He turned on the light angrily, and then, together with Rand, saw a certain monster crawling on the ground and brushing the floor in an embarrassed manner.
His whole fish was shaking, and he was sitting on the ground with his tail crossed while making tinnitus sobbing, trying to clean up the mess in front of him.
As a merman, Munster clearly has no talent for cleaning floors.
It's too powerful, and the long nails and mucus on its tail only make cleaning more difficult, not to mention that blood is an extremely difficult dirt to deal with.
The washing foam it used turned most of the living room pink, and it tried to wash the damn foam with water, only to find the floor was starting to seep.
It almost collapsed.
Before Rogers turned on the light, it actually saw Rand, who frowned slightly and looked at its embarrassed look with a cold expression.
It just broke Munster's heart.
It was completely unable to control its emotions, and grievances and fears completely overwhelmed it.
Tears welled up in its eyes, and it looked up at Rand, then again.
Rand has always stood at the door with a blank face, without any expression.
Well, when Munster got to the "sorry, Rand" in his mouth, he was chewed up by it and swallowed hard. In addition to the fear of grievance, an unprecedented anger fermented in Munster's chest.
It bit its lip, lowered its head fiercely, and began to brush the floor silently and vigorously...
If its whimper hadn't gotten louder, it might still look a little bit more monstrous.
…
Both Rogers and Rand were silent.
A look of "this is horrible" appeared on Rogers' face, he fought a cold war and took a step back in silence.
"Gosh, this scene really gives me goosebumps, what the hell did you do to it?"
The corner of his mouth twitched to Rand's ear and asked.
"I beat him, with my fist," Rand said dryly.
Munster, who had been listening to the conversation between the two, raised his head uncontrollably after hearing his words.
It looked pitiful, and Rand felt his heart soften again, as he had done so many times before.
However…
The pink foam all over the floor reminded him vividly that a girl had been injured and bleeding a lot here before.
The girl suffered a lot.
Rand had previously noticed burn calluses on her fingers, bruises everywhere, and a pitifully thin body, yet she herself was careless about her body.
He didn't know what happened to her, but a comfortable young girl wouldn't do that.
Thinking of this, Rand's expression returned to its previous icy coldness.
"I feel like I'm probably overdue for this, and I'm definitely not going to say a word to Munster until he knows his real mistake."
Rand deliberately amplifies his voice, he said to Rogers.
... Munster's sobbing grew louder.