Predator Eyes Of The Demon 46

Across, Lloyd's headless body crumpled to the concrete. That's when Tracey heard the sound. She'd experienced it once before, fleeing Vermont. It was like the sharp, deep ticking of a cooling car on a summer's day, and it made her scalp clench. The wounded German fell to one knee, keening. Shakily swung his Taser and Maglite to the noise's source. The disc hung impossibly midair, short of a shelf of grenades. The space around blurred and distorted. Tracey struggled to comprehend what she was seeing, when two...eyes? Were they?... flared brightly a moment, proportionately where a head might be.

The German jolted; thumbed the Taser's safety, a red LED glowing. Quick as a flash, the unseeable "whatever" drew the disc back as the German fired. Which is when reality waved bye-bye. Tracey yelled, ducking as the space flooded with light and sharp cracks. Bloodied and cursing, the driver stumbled unsteadily down the aisle, blazing away with a small-caliber tactical handgun held Weaver stance. "Meurs, espèce de salaud de fils de pute!"

She was aiming at the same target-space the German had just Tased. Fifty thousand volts coursed down his wires, and what appeared unsettlingly at their ends made Tracey nearly pee. Maglite beams and weapon flashes revealed a helmeted humanoid giant with mottled, pebbledash skin. A round sparked from one of numerous segmented armored plates, strapped around limbs to put a bodybuilder to shame. Another bullet nicked its arm, luminous green fluid spurting from the wound. The being staggered, grabbed shelving as it convulsed from the Taser. Savage crackles like St Elmo's fire coursed across a type of fishing-net body stocking it wore.

"Not human" flashed through Tracey's mind.

It raised an arm down the aisle, made a twisting motion. Something metallic shot from its wrist vambrace and punky- girl grunted in the darkness. The shooting stopped. The warrior-giant grasped the Taser wires, helmet swiveling to Tracey. As the German tumbled to the floor next to her, Taser falling from his grip, only then did she notice he too was decapitated. She was Last Gal Standing.

Tracey's gut tightened in fear. She stumbled against a table, fingers closing on one of her backpacks. The being rose to full height, tugged the wires away. Its form pulsed oddly, and it winked from existence.-pg.254-255 chpt.10