This written piece from the epic poem, Beowulf, begins when Grendel first leaves the marsh where he will begin his journey off to kill a room full of warriors but actually finds the classic hero, Beowulf, for the last time. It is written in the first person perspective.
I swim out of my marsh, saying goodbye to my mom very excited thinking about killing all of the Geats and Scyldings. Jeez, they have been driving me nuts with all of their singing and laughter. I wish I had friends. If I was not such an outcast and had one friend then I would probably not kill them all. No one will be a friend with me because I am a big, ugly, evil monster. That is the reason why I have been killing for twelve years straight. God, I am good because I have never been hurt or harmed EVER! I just cannot wait to kill all of their little bodies. Once they are quiet I can sleep peacefully. Even if for some reason that someone has enough guts to try and take me on, they will never be able to have enough strength to do any damage on me. Finally, I am here!
I seize the next man. He looks really brave and when I grab him I realize that he is really strong; stronger than any other man in this world. My “/mind was flooded with fear- but nothing/ could take my (Grendel’s) talons and myself (Grendel) from that tight hard/ grip.” I try to shake him off my arm but nothing is working against this powerful protector of peace. I am surprised that a man can fight me like this. The noise increases as the walls sway but do not fall down. I am starting to get scared because I am thinking that I might not live through this incident. I cannot think about anything except the excruciating pain in my shoulder. AAAHHH!!! He tore out my whole arm and shoulder.