I heard her before I saw her. She let out a loud grunt as she slipped out
of the shadows, two glimmering blades in each hand. Her movements were quick and smooth, almost
rhythmic. She raised the blades, and in
a flash she buried them in one of the creature’s temples.
It hissed at her, struggling to get free, to get at
her.
She gave the blades a hard twist.
The creature went limp.
Doug was at the other window, using his machete to hack into
the malformed head of the other creature.
When he was done, when it was dead, he pulled it through the
window frame. Its slick, naked body
churned through the broken shards of glass still sticking up from the bottom of
the frame.
With a heavy thump it landed on the wood floor of the
church.
“What the fuck is that?” I stepped towards it.
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