Predator Eyes Of The Demon 62

"What the fuck!?" hollered Robby.

He tried to get to his feet, but it was too late. There was something huge standing over him, shimmering, standing in the dark like a man-shaped mirror on two legs. Robby brought his rifle up, fired, missed, then a whistling sound turned the rifle and his forearm into splinters. He tried to breathe but couldn't. He had bits of his own bones in his mouth.

The figure, the thing, the Ghost, sprouted two large knives from its arm. Robby put up a hand, the only hand he had left, to try and stop it. But the knives passed through his palm, breaking his wrist, and went into Robby's guts, wedging into his ribs, hooking him like a fish. The Ghost dragged Robby away, into the hot dark.-pg.348 chpt.13