Predator Eyes Of The Demon 54

Tracey had swung the Fiat onto the main thoroughfare, when suddenly its metal roof buckled heavily inward. She shrieked then ducked instinctually as short barbs perforated the ceiling, hollered as far-larger blades punctured through, scratching her cheek. They abruptly withdrew, and Tracey scrabbled for the Heckler, which had slipped into a leg-well. She was driving one-handed when the blades speared again.

"SONUVABITCH!" she screamed, alien steel bayoneting into her shoulder.

Through searing pain, she glimpsed a side
alley ahead and wrenched the wheel fiercely aside.

R'Kyn lost balance, floundered as the automobile veered sharply across oncoming traffic. Vehicles screeched to a halt, collisions ensuing. Horns furiously honking. The car plunged into the alley mouth, laundry lines of cheerfully colored fabrics crisscrossing all the way down.

R'Kyn balled her fist and shattered the driver window, hearing the ooman driver cry out as her clawed fingers grasped urgently. Sheets and clothes slapped annoyingly at R'Kyn, disoriented her. She tried slashing, but the fabric snarled about her. Her arm twisted, and suddenly a line caught her bio-helmet's lip under the chin, wrenching it savagely free from her face.

The line gouged excruciatingly into her mouth's soft tissue, snagged a mandible. She felt the powerful cords in her neck whiplash as she was jerked savagely rearward from the vehicle. Tracey's head tilted at the clattering on the roof, a loud bang following from the region of the trunk.

"Gotcha, BITCH!"

"Give it up." Trinh's voice broke. "And... we can talk?"

Tracey shook her head, dismissive. "You know how this is gonna go. Someone's not walking away today. Maybe nobody, right?"

Trinh sagged. Her gun wavered. "Why?" she croaked, plaintively.

She felt blackness nibble at her, thought she'd pass out. Staring into Tracey's eyes, all she got back was cold, glittering madness.

"Why do... any... of this?"

Tracey smiled pityingly. "You stupid, dumb bitch. You just really don't get it. Girls-"

There was a whine like an overstressed dynamo, and Trinh and Tracey jolted simultaneously as the drone disintegrated to atoms. With a final confused look, Tracey's toxic white privilege was taken away with swishing finality. Both the explosive mechanism and her headless torso thudded to the cobbles. Trinh gasped to her knees. A hulking humanoid nightmare appeared over the woman's corpse, its face all teeth and terrifyingly wrong angles. It stepped forward, cocked its head at her.

"Just wanna. Have.... fun," the alien finished. Almost apologetically. Trinh Dang fainted.-pg.279-280-283 chpt.10