Crucifiction

His gaze shifted away from the bobcat,  settling upon the girl with an ominous intensity. Excitement was whirling in his eyes, though his face held a manic expression... A toothy grin, the perk of a single brow, pupils that seemed dilated larger than the moon itself, as he watched the blood from his victim splatter in her direction. The sheik from her maw made his pelt bristle, goosebumps rising across his flesh. The sound of her outcry, the scent of blood, the taste of death in the air. It was nearly enough to send the boy over the edge and into the frenzy he craved.

Whether it was confidence, or pure, morbid curiosity that fueled the girl's actions, he did not know. But she dared to lift her gaze from the bloody mess at his paws, meeting his gaze with rose-colored eyes glazed over with whatever emotion was controlling her. Fear most likely. He noted the way her body trembled, but the shakiness didn’t carry in her voice. She calmly responded to him… even though he could read the uneasiness on her face.

“Consequence of living- random, impersonal?” He repeated her statement as an inquiry, watching as she circled the heap of fur at his feet. She was analyzing it to expand on her opinion, he assumed. “I have to disagree.” The moment the words left his maw, his jaws splayed and he lunged forward- seeming as if he were going to attack the girl, but instead his fangs penetrated deep into the neck of the cat, which brought out a spray of arterial blood from the punctures his fangs created. One of his paws pressed against a shoulder to keep it pinned, and with several violent thrashes of his head, he severed the bobcat’s skull from its spinal cord with a sickening, gut-wrenching pop!

Still holding the head in his mouth he turned to her, expecting her to have stayed there and watched. Would she meet his expectations? If she hadn’t run away, he would toss the head in her direction, wanting it to roll to a stop just at her feet with its open, still eyes staring up at her, blood trickling from its gaping mouth. "You believe that to be random? Impersonal?” His tongue slipped past his jaws to slide across his bloodied fangs, removing the strings of coagulated blood before swallowing them down with a hard gulp.

He wanted to prove her wrong.

"Speech"