Monsters Within: Blood Night 2

Chapter 9

Confusion rooted Clint to the spot, and the cuff in his hand is forgotten as he approached her.

What's wrong with her? Why she growling? Was those growls like an animal? Or was there something else about her that made sound like this?

Run!

The word exploded inside his mind, and for a moment the girl hisses and looks at him.

He staggered as if punched, and then he saw her face.

She rose up out of the cold ground. Her face is wrong, a nightmare you can't avoid. The tone of her skin is sickly but her veins are pronounced in the dark, thick pale blue veins in the crest of her neck, hairline of her forehead and her cheeks. The mouth split wide open than any human was capable of with a row of sharp jagged teeth. The once blue eyes are lacking, they are now a tar of a black abyss.

She growls a terrifyingly inhumanly sound.

He ran like hell.

This was no time to comtemplate mysteries. He pounded straight to Austin faster than a jackrabbit as the girl screamed out of hunger and leaped on top of Clint.

He reaches to pull out his knife out of the shelth, and with a deft twist of his shoulder, he flicked the blade sideways and the blade cut nothing but air. This monster backed her neck out of the blade before those cold fingers grabbed the top of his hair and slammed his head against the concrete pavement.

"Oh, fuck," gasped Austin in horror and disgust at Clints head being smashed against the ground again and again and again. The sounds were horrible, sounds of moisturizing cracks filled the ait with an awful gurgling throat when Clint's throat is sheddered by her claws.

"What the fuck is this?" Then the subject- Charlie or whatever she is- rose out of Clint's limp body. She's horrific and black eyes stared into his open eyes, and her mouth turned in a horrorifying smirk.

"Oh God- GET BACK-"

Commands wouldn't stop her. Austin knew that all too well, and he gets his gun out and fired relentlessly.

It sreeches a growl, twisted away the muzzle firing and ran like hell. There was no time to look and point the muzzle to the running creature. It ran to the side of the wall before it leaped directly in his path. There was no way to avoid the thing, not with it dodging his firing, so he tucked his head and drove his shoulder into it like he was trying to bust through a line of offensive backs on the school football field.

But it did not move.

It felt as he hit a rock and he sprawled back; she grabbed his wrist and broke his bones, the gun flew from his hand and clattered thirty feet away.

"AARGGHH!" She chuckled darkly before slashing across his chest, coat ripped with big distinct claw marks. He clutches his chest, the wounds are deeper than he think it is as so much blood seeped through his white shirt. Then those claws dig into his throat and flew aggressively to the brick wall.

His back hit the wall so hard that his legs buckled and he pitched forward onto his face. Fireworks detonated inside his head, and every single molecule of his body hurt.

He couldn't get up, he just rolled onto his side, spat loose dirt out of his mouth, and saw the creature of Charlie walking towards him, tauntingly. It was pure evil. It felt no pain and wouldn't care but to be a malicious being to Austin.

"No," he cried as he scrambled away.

He smiles, it is so intoxicating to smell his fear. God, it's been so long to remember what fear was. He could not think straight, though that was unnecessary. Reading the man was easy, what with his pitch-black pupils boring holes in him, and the way his gaze seemingly turned from stotic to especially striking fear.