Beauty and the Beast Ch. 11

I am unable to get out of the driveway to get to class thanks to the snow, so yaays!

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Through the mirror, everyone around could see The Beast and hear his sorrowful roars. Of course, people didn't see the roars as sorrowful; they saw them as the hostile roars of an untamed monster. Something that needed to be killed.

"What is it?" Someone yelled.

"It's a monster!" A woman's voice screamed.

"No," Stan reassured as he walked forward towards the crowd of people, "he's not a monster! He's a kind, sweet guy. He'd never do anything to hurt anyone!"

Craig's eyes narrowed as he snatched the mirror from Stan's hand. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think that you had feelings for that creature!"

He ground his teeth together and tried to take the mirror back. "Give that back Craig!"

Craig glared at The Beast through the mirror as if he could be seen. It really was a disgusting, revolting monster! "This thing will steal the children and eat their flesh!"

As some of the women screamed, Stan yelled, "No, he would never!"

"It'll come to our town and tear it apart! No one will be spared!"

"No! Listen to me," he yelled as loud as he could. "The Beast would never do anything like that! He really is a kind guy, please believe me!"

Craig grabbed Stan's wrist and pulled him back. "Listen to this lunatic," he shoved Stan back at the house, "he's as crazy as Broflosky! This thing is a monster, a beast!" He walked forward into the crowd as the two men dropped Kyle to the ground; he wasn't insane, that much was clear. "We're not safe until it's dead!"

The townspeople pumped their fists into the air and yelled in agreement. Stan's eyes went wide and he pushed himself from where he had been shoved against the wall and ran over to Kyle to help him up from the ground. Everyone was just listening to Craig because all they could see in the mirror was a monster roaring at the night sky, they didn't and couldn't see or hear the anguish and heartbreak that Stan knew was there. He felt awful for being the reason The Beast sounded that way, but there was no time to dwell on it. He had to make them understand that The Beast wasn't going to harm them!

"Wait!" He ran up behind Craig and tried to take the mirror back, but failing to do so. "Somebody, please, believe me," he begged, "The Beast is harmless!"

Angered by yet another outburst, Craig grabbed Stan's wrist again, tight this time. "In concern for his friend, Stan has forgotten the cruelty he must've endured while in that monster's clutches!" He dragged Stan over to the garage door and threw it open. "Him and his friend are to stay in here until we return with The Beast's head!" He threw Stan inside, not caring that the man hit a metal workbench after stumbling inside.

"Kill The Beast!" Everyone yelled as Tweek and another man threw Kyle inside of the garage next to Stan.

Stan ran forward as the garage door was pulled closed and locked with the manual lock from the outside. "NO!" He threw his fists against the metal door. No, they couldn't kill him!

Kyle ran over to the door leading to the inside of the house and tried opening it, but it had been locked too. Neither of them had even had a single thought to grab their house keys, so they were trapped inside of the garage. "Dammit!" He ran his left shoulder into the door as he twisted the doorknob, but it didn't budge. "Stan…" He looked over to see his friend slamming his side into the garage door. "Stan stop!" He ran over to Stan and grabbed onto his shoulders, stopping him from running into the metal door again.

"But Kyle," Stan couldn't stop from shaking as he felt tears stinging his eyes, "we have to get out! We have to stop them from hurting him! They're gonna kill him! He…He doesn't deserve that!"

Kyle bit his bottom lip. "Stan, you love him…don't you?"

Stan looked back at his friend as a single tear fell from his eye and down his cheek. Yes, he did love The Beast, it had been painful to leave him alone in that castle, but Kyle had needed him more than anyone else in the moment he left. He only now regretted leaving because it was going to cost The Beast his life. "We have to get out of here."

Seeing the look of sadness of his friend's eyes made Kyle start looking around the garage for anything that might help them escape. All of his screwdrivers, the one thing they were sure they could count on to get out were gone, with his machine out at The Beast's castle. When he realized that, he ground his teeth together angrily. Just perfect! How were they supposed to get out now?

"Kyle!" Stan called from near the garage door. "I found something!" He picked up a wooden handled sledgehammer from where it sat in the corner wrapped in a cobweb. No one had used the thing for some time. Stan lifted it so that he was holding it in both hands; a smirk crossed his face. "Sledgehammer time!"

Normally Kyle would have laughed at that, but now was too serious of a moment to laugh. He smirked as well as he watched Stan turn to one of the metal bars the garage door was held up when closed with and swung the sledgehammer across it, snapping it in two. The left half of the garage door came loose, bringing the entire door down onto the pavement of the driveway.

Both men blinked in surprise; that was easier than they thought it was going to be! Stan dropped the sledgehammer when he saw Kyle's motorcycle, completely trashed from where Craig and Tweek had disabled it. The fuel and brake lines were cut, the front and back tires slashed, and the handlebars broken off of it.

"My bike!" Kyle's mouth fell to the ground. That bike had been really expensive and they destroyed it!

"Come on," Stan grabbed Kyle's hand and began pulling him behind him towards the shed in the backyard, "we still have the one in the shed." He opened the two doors of the sheet metal shed to show a mustard yellow motorcycle that hadn't been used in a long time. The two actually bought it just in case one their bikes had to undergo repairs. Because they never used it too often, they didn't bother messing with a paint job.

They both grabbed the black helmets set to the side, brushed the cobwebs out of them, and pulled them on. Stan kick started the engine as he threw one leg over the seat and sat down, Kyle behind him with his arms wrapped around his torso.

Once he was sure that Kyle wasn't going to fall off when he went, Stan revved the motorcycle's engine and pulled the bike out of the shed and backyard as fast as it would go. Before they knew it they were on the path leading to The Beast's castle, Stan praying that they could get there in time to stop Craig from killing him.