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Musical Score: Punainen Komentaja - CMX
The Bottles had smashed against its face, drenching it in alcohol and glass shards, it had been hit with pipes and bricks, shrugging off the blows with ease.
More importantly, it had torn his friends to ribbons as they had all tried to flee, one by one, until only he was left, alone, the darkness of the construction site and the silence that surrounded him like tidal waves slamming against the shore of his sanity.
a growl and thumping footsteps heralded the things arrival on the sixth floor, and Mick ran, heart pouding so hard he thought it would smash its way out of his ribcage, but as he came skidding to a halt, he realized there was no where for him to run, and no where to hide.
The creature growled and stalked closer, it's blood red eyes locked on the small, portly young man before it, its long serpentine tongue slathering thick, disgusting drool across its the serrated teeth that lined its gaping maw.
Mick fumbled and searched for something, anything nearby, when his hands flew into his pockets, each finding a small squarish hunk of metal, with a feral grin mick drew the two zippo lighters from his pockets, and flicked the lids open
The monster, still drenched in alcohol, moved closer to the boy, who despite his impending demise was smiling, a strange thing, but the beast disregarded it as the snapping of sanity, which was not an all too unusual occurrence.
The beast extended its neck, slowly, intimidating its prey was one of its favorite pastimes.
Mick jammed the lighters under its chin, and flame sprung into life, spreading quickly until it covered the creatures entire face, and most of its back.
It screeched in pain and reeled back, behind it Mick saw the ledge of the construction site, and felt a surge of adrenaline and emotion fill his entire body with another kind of burning heat, that of uncontrollable fury.
the creature, now blinded, stumbled backwards, still howling, when it felt something small and fleshy slam into its stomach, it flailed its claws and even as it felt itself tipping over a precipice, it heard a cry of pain, and made to strike again, but this time its claws slammed through concrete.
All of a sudden, the strange sensation it had felt moments before was understood.
It was falling.
As he watched the flaming thing smack into the ground with a bloody crack, Mick, one hand holding his neck where the creature's talons had cut into him, shambled off, the sound of sirens getting closer and closer.
A few hours later, he had bandaged his wound, and upon checkiong the news, discovered he was considered missing/dead, and that whilst the debris of his battle had been found, there was no sign or mention of the creature.
it had escaped.