Royâs body felt almost weightless as it hung suspended in my grasp. A wild thrill spread through my body at my newfound powers before a wave of guilt crashed over me. I just murdered someone. I ended his life like it was nothing. What have I done⦠Vomit surged up my throat threatening to spill out any second. The image of Roy grabbing Kira flashed to the forefront of my mind. His wicked plans evident in the lustful way he stared at her and suddenly the guilt abated a little. The feeling of being sick ebbed. This wasnât time the time to be thinking of this. There is still another threat. Focus! I released Roy, watching dispassionately as his lifeless body crumpled to the ground in a heap.
Quickly, I snatched up his fallen pistol, my fingers tightening around the grip as I peeked through the back window of the police vehicle. Suddenly there was no more thinking. There was just the pistol in my hand grounding me as it did every time I brought it to the range. My trusted companion. Monica was twisting her head, her anxiety palpable. âRoy?â she called, her voice laced with confusion.
Kira stood frozen, a perfect shield between us. As Monica leaned around Kira to call out once more. This was it, it was time to act. I moved, the sight of the pistol was already lined up. With practiced precision, I gradually applied pressure to the trigger, riding it smoothly to the rear.
The gun recoiled sharply, the sound of the shot echoing deafeningly in the street. Setting off the ringing in my ears once more but I didnât dare flinch or look away. The bullet struck her shoulder with a wet slap. Monica inhaled sharply as she slumped to the ground in agony. The shotgun slipping from her grasp and tumbling to the ground with a heavy thud.
For a single, glorious heartbeat, we were winning.
The sound of enormous foot steps approaching at a high speed broke me from my celebration. My head snapping in the direction of the sound, but it was already too late.
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âOh shit!â I hissed trying to lift the pistol as a twelve foot monster charged at me feet away.
My finger tightened on the trigger, but a claw larger than my forearm swiped forward with blinding speed, knocking the gun clean from my grip. The force sent a jolt of pain shooting up my arm as the weapon clattered uselessly to the ground.
Fuc- before I could even think of what to do next the beast slammed into me, its weight crushing me beneath it as we hit the ground hard. The world tilted violently as my back collided with the pavement, air rushing from my lungs in a strangled gasp. The lizard was on top of me now, its massive jaws snapping mere inches from my face. A rancid stench of decay poured from its mouth in suffocating waves, an unbearable mix of rotting flesh and sour bile that made me gag.
I have to get up. My body screamed in protest as I thrashed trying to get leverage. The monsters claws dug into my side with brutal force, sharp points tearing through fabric and flesh alike. A searing pain lancing through me, white-hot and unrelenting, drawing a strangled cry from deep within my throat. My vision went dark as stars exploded in my vision. I was going to die. The thought cutting through the pain.
âGet⦠off!â I snarled, I will not die on my back. I WILL fight back. Both hands shot up to grasp at its head. Think! I need a weapon! Anything! The memory of the Jian sword flashed through my mind. The sword. The stupid magic sword. Is this what it has come to. A fucking magical sword in a fucking magical inventory⦠Fuck it. What else is there? Sword it is. I imagined the sword in my hand.
Just as the thought solidified, I felt something press into my right hand. My fingers instinctively clasped around a leather-wrapped hilt that had materialized out of thin air.