A creature witnessed two eighteen-year old twins arguing inside a second floor bedroom.

Both twins wore coats and hats.

"Don't go to Italy, dammit. Go to college here." Lorenzo Romano said in Italian, gripping his fists. "This country's our home now."

Emma shook her head. Crossing her arms, she moved towards the closed bedroom door.

"Burn, Lorenzo." Emma said before taking quick, furious steps out the room.

Warm rage coursed through Lorenzo's body.

As bitter snow pelted the window, Lorenzo lifted his backpack from the floor, tossed it against his bed's headboard.

"Dammit!" he said, as angry as a person watching their house ignite in sweltering flames.

For a minute, Lorenzo paced in the room, trying to find out what he should say when he sees Emma again.

Ling stepped into the room, accompanied by Jasmine.

Both girls were eighteen-years old.

Ling was a Chinese exchange student, who seemed to speak little English.

Lorenzo turned his head to Ling.

The Chinese girl spoke in Mandarin Chinese.

Jasmine stepped closer to Lorenzo. She said, "Ling said Emma ran away."

Lorenzo's heart pounded in his chest. He brushed past the girls, saying, "I'll get her."

"Watch out for the wolves and bears!" Jasmine said as Lorenzo's shoe bottoms slapped against the wooden floor.

On the home's first floor, Jamie, whose parents owned the house, stood in the living room floor, telling his other eighteen-year old friends a horror story.

Jamie and the others in the living room did not avert their focus to Lorenzo.

It was Winter vacation. The friends in the house longed to have a great time.

Most of them didn't intend on searching for a boy's twin sister who ran into the bear-populated forest outside at night.

Lorenzo had to find his sister, bring her back to the house.

Outside, bitter cold snow dropped onto his wool hat, pelted the olive-toned skin on his face.

The cold attached itself to his coat as he trained his eyes on footprints leading farther into the forest.

"Thank God for those prints." Lorenzo said in Italian.

He walked past towering trees, let his feet meet bear tracks, listened for Emma.

The wind howled.

During Winter in Italy, four years ago, Lorenzo stared past his bedroom window while Emma made a snowman on the home's front lawn.

Now, Lorenzo searched for his sister in a freezing forest containing animals that killed.

"Emma, where are you?!" Lorenzo said in Italian, speaking the language he was comfortable with. "I'm sorry!"

Emma's footprints descended a slope.

Past the slope, stood a sign with wolf photographs, bear photographs attached to it.

The sign had information on Minnesota's bears and wolves population.

Emma's footprints were beyond the sign, past a running stream that had a fallen tree across it.

Lorenzo took a deep breath.

His frosted breath ascended in the air.

He turned his head back. He said, "All of you should've came to help. It would be a lot less scary and a lot less cold."

He sighed, resumed walking.

After his shoe bottoms finished slapping against the fallen tree across the running stream, Lorenzo moved towards the spot near a huge tree that had claw marks on its brown, snow-pelted trunk.

"-does he think he is? A fucking asshole. What a fucking asshole." Emma finished saying.

Lorenzo's heart pounded in his chest.

He ran past the huge tree, moving towards Emma, who adjusted the wool hat on her head as she stood in a clearing.

"Emma!" Lorenzo said in his native language, his legs moving, advancing towards his sister.

Emma faced him.

She frowed, but wrapped her arms around her brother when he hugged her.

"Sorry. I was a dumb ass." Lorenzo said.

"It's okay." Emma said in Italian, while a rabbit hopped at an quick pace towards her, as if it was intent on escaping dread.

A wolf moved onto the clearing, quick.

It didn't train its eyes on the hugging Italian siblings.

It didn't focus on the running rabbit.

It fled.

Lorenzo, still hugging Emma, furrowed his eyebrows.

He focused on movement near the clearing's edge before his eyes widened.

"Emma, fucking run! Now!" Lorenzo said in an trembling tone before the siblings stopped hugging each other.

The older twin grabbed his sister's hand, ran with her towards the running stream.

He was more terrified than a person who lives alone discovering a stranger took pictures of them while they slept.

The terror gripped Lorenzo's body, made warm tears escape his eyes.

"Why are we running?!" Emma said while the twins crossed the fallen tree.

Lorenzo opened his mouth, debated on what to say.

He tripped, dropped in the running water.

His sister fell on top of him, screaming, freezing water meeting both twins.

"Shit! Shit!" Lorenzo said, struggling to stand.

As the wind howled, the twins trembled, their teeth chattered, their arms shook.

"Hurry." Lorenzo said, shoving Emma towards the snow, eager for her to escape if he doesn't.

On the snow, Emma turned to the reason why Lorenzo was intent on fleeing.

She screamed as the wind rippled her brown fringe, as it moved her short brown hair, bitter cold, carrying freezing, white snow.

Emma pulled Lorenzo out the stream.

While holding hands, the pair resumed their escape.

A black bear stood at the slope.

"Fuck!" both twins said.

They put distance between themselves and the house containing their friends, running from the bear, running from what pursued them.

After four minutes, they stopped near a cliff, emitting heavy breaths, bodies shaking as freezing water clung to them.

Holding his sister's hand, keeping his eyes trained on what pursued him and Emma, Lorenzo said, "Emma, I love you."

Lorenzo didn't utter other words. If his last words involved him telling his twin sister he loves her, it was worth it.

Tears leaking from her eyes, Emma said, "I love you, too."

Lorenzo stopped holding Emma's hand, moved to the spot in front of Emma.

He would die for her.

"When I run to it, get back to the house." Lorenzo said in an commanding tone, determination in his voice. He took a trembling breath, clenched his fists. "Okay?"

"Lorenzo, hell no! No!" Emma said before holding Lorenzo's arm. "I'm never going to leave you."

Lorenzo shook his head.

The twins hugged each other.

They prayed.

The full moon's light glowed against them, illuminated the white snow.

A minute later, Lorenzo's body plunged towards the trees below after being thrown.

The boy's sister was gone.

When Lorenzo opened his eyes, he was on a tree branch, his body sore.

Groaning, he rolled.

He collided with snow, dropping onto it, splashing the freezing substance.

He moved into a sitting position, coughed.

Emma entered his mind.

Lorenzo cursed in Italian, hoped his sister was not dead.

"Emma. Fucking no." Lorenzo said, struggling to rise.

He fell.

His body felt as battered as a person who fell off a rollercoaster.

Pain radiating through his trembling body, Lorenzo moved onto his hands and knees.

His bare palms and fingers pressed into the snow.

The bitter snow shrouded his knees through his jeans.

A owl kept its eyes trained on the miserable boy with indifference, caring about when its next meal was going to be.

The animal did not care about the Italian's sister, who might be dead.

Lorenzo's goal to find his sister filled his body with an intense ambition.

He managed to stand, fighting the pain.

After swinging open the house's front door, Lorenzo fell onto his hands and knees on the wooden floor.

Freezing air blew into the home, as uncomfortable as eating next to a serial killer.

"God fucking damn. Close that door, spaghetti eater." Abraham said, the French born eighteen-year old making his hatred for all Italians clear. "Better yet, get out, then close the door."

"Dude, you alright?" Jamie said, the eighteen-year speaking with actual concern in his voice. "Is Emma outside? You found her?"

Jamie's parents owned the house.

The boy had invited all his friends to party with him at the home, have a great time, but Lorenzo's sister lost or dead.

It was not a great time for Lorenzo.

"Come on in here." Seth said after helping Lorenzo stand. He closed the front door, locked it. "What happened?"

Lorenzo took a trembling breath. His freezing clothes pressed against him, he said, "There s-something out there. It t-took E-Em-Emma. It's a monster. It-"

"Yo, you need to listen to my mixtape, warm up." Eighteen-year old, Black, High School football player Tyrone said as a joke, his arm around the shoulders belonging to a blonde eighteen-year old named Trish.

"This is serious, Tyrone." Daniel Rodriguez said in his thick Mexican accent, holding a cleaning spray bottle.

In Spanish, he said, "Fucking ape."

Near a wall, Rachel opened her Bible.

"Whoa. Whoa. What? A monster? Lorenzo, maybe you should go to sleep. We'll look for Emma. All of us, if we need to, dude." Jamie said as Lorenzo sat on the sofa. Jamie trained his brown eyes on the Italian's trembling body. He frowned. "Alright, everyone, Lorenzo's in bad shape. While he sleeps in his room, me, Tyrone, Daniel, and Frank are going to look for Emma."

Daniel squirted cleaning liquid on a window. Using a towel, he wiped the window's transparent glass. He said, "But I wanted to stay and clean. Can someone else go?"

Jamie released an heavy sigh.

"Fine. But this better be a spotless house when we get back." Jamie said.

In a cave illuminated by a camp fire, Emma lied naked on her stomach as the monster stroked her olive-toned skin, rested its one-foot long cock on her ass.

"What the-?" Emma started saying before a massive cock moved into her warm pussy. She slammed her palms against the cave's solid floor. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

She tried crawling towards the cave's opening, but the monster emitted a roar that made goosebumps spread across the Italian girl's skin, a roar that made her stop resisting as a monster thrust its cock in and out her pussy.

Emma's brother was not in the cave.

She was alone with a well-endowed monster.

"It feels like there's a vase in my pussy!" Emma said in an yell, that made the monster pound into her faster, harder. The girl's clit rubbed against the cave's smooth floor. "But it feels too good. Fuck me and make me cum!"

The monster yanked on Emma's hair hard, gripping hair strands in a powerful hold.

It continued manhandling Emma as it used her like a cheap prostitute.

Before that moment, Emma was not aware she would one day long to have a monster shooting its heated cum into her warm pussy.

She had not been aware she would one day long to have a monster make her squirt pussy juice after the monster might have murdered her brother.

Emma was too filled with warm pleasure to hold concern over her brother's safety.

After the monster slammed its hand against Emma's ass, the girl screamed before her pussy exploded with girl cum.

The cum splashed against the monster, made it emit a grunt, as if it intended on congratulating itself for making a human girl cum.

As short breaths left Emma, her pussy squeezed the monster's cock, stopped squeezing, squeezed.

"Cum! Cum inside me!" Emma said, her hair in the monster's grip. "Shoot your cum into my pussy, brother killer!"

Heated cum shot out the cock inside Emma, entering her pussy while the monster emitted a pleasure-filled roar that made Emma flinch in terror.

The terror and pleasure made Emma tremble hard as another orgasm shoved itself into her body.

"Fuck!" Emma said, her pussy spraying, coating the floor and monster with her cum. "Fucking brother killer is a good fuck! I love you so much!"

The monster pulled its cock from Emma, tapped it against the girl's left ass cheek.

It lifted Emma by her hair, forcing her to stand before it moved to the spot in front of her.

Emma gasped.

"Bigfoot," she said.