The ‘whoosh’ of the flare interrupted the stillness as the glaring light sailed through the air into the far room. The flickering revealed a scene from a nightmare, blood caking everything, body parts strewn about, and perhaps most disturbing, chairs with restraint straps casting shadows on the wall.
Hirito gulped and wiped the sweat from his forehead. This is one messed up place.
“Take a look at this”, called Mazula’s gruff voice. The ex-cop pointed his automatic rifle at a chair.
The thing looked like it been through a hurricane. The restraints had been snapped, the back of the chair was cracked in two and the reinforced metal bar holding it up was bent.
Hirito could barely make out Sitara’s lithe form in the darkness. “Looks like something wanted out bad", she whispered. "And I think its still here.”
Hirito glanced at Sam as the mage winced in pain and steadied himself against one of the chairs. Tough bastard, he thought. Sam had been on death’s door earlier, saving a little girl from a sniper, but had insisted on coming on this run.
A skittering sound caused Sam to spin around and the elf’s eyes narrowed as he concentrated. An amorphous blob of water oozed out of the laboratory sinks and after a moment’s pause, flowed quickly to a corner of the room. The vaguely humanoid pool reached behind a counter and hauled out something small and squirming. The elemental engulfed the small form and held it until it stopped moving.
As the team moved up and took a look, they realized it was a little girl, barely breathing. Mazula pulled out his first aid kit and with Sitara’s assistance, started working to save the child.
Hirito could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up and spun around as a massive form came plunging out of the ceiling. The Japanese man stepped back and raised his gun, but for something so big it was too fast! A brief glimpse of white fur, a furious, twisted, horned face, and paws the size of dinner plates went through Hirito’s mind just before he ducked.
The team’s commlinks crackled to life as Frenchie’s Quebecois Patois came through. “I t’ink we ’ave a problem. A security guard just asked why I is parked ’ere”.
The crack of gun fire and sizzle of a monofilament whip filled the air as the creature roared in pain. Hirito tried to get out of the way again, but one of the paws connected. It was like being hit by a sledgehammer and the blow spun him sideways. The creature was about to strike again when Mazula’s revolver roared, and the creature hit the floor.
The group stared down at the large, furry, body as it changed into the body of a bullet ridden young man. The same question was on all their minds.
What the fuck was that…?
They quickly grabbed the man’s body and the unconscious, but now stable, little girl and got out of the building. They were greeted by the sight of a campus security car fleeing from Frenchie’s van at high speed.
Just another night in the shadows, thought Hirito. He shuddered every so slightly as he clambered into the van. Well…maybe not just another night.