Day 23


She wasn’t my mother, but she sure as hell fought like her.

We were on the trail of the wyrm, and we were careful.

I’d broken the men into teams. Three men to each. Two equipped with rifles, one with pistols. The rifles to keep the wyrm at bay, the third man to run like hell. I expected casualties, but I wanted to keep them as low as I could.

I’d not throw away anyone’s life.

The smoke from a burning building rose into the air and warned me that something wasn’t right.

Leading the way with Wulf beside me, we reached a small barn, the top of which was smoldering, and in the second-floor window stood a woman. She gazed down at me with a face barren of expression.

“Did she do it?” Wulf asked.

“Aye,” I nodded. And before another word could escape my lips, she shattered the glass and screamed.

The sound struck us like a blow, knocking Wulf over and driving me to my knees. I felt blood trickle from my ears and dribble from my nose.

With a grunt, I grabbed hold of Wulf by the collar of his jacket and dragged him back. Marius and Mikkelsen took him from me, and I spat blood as I climbed to my feet.

The woman stepped out of the window and dropped like a stone, landing standing up.

She stretched out her hands, and I drew my Colts.

The woman hummed, and lightning danced along her fingers. Her pitch rose, and the colors of the lighting changed from dull blue to bright white. She stretched out her arms, opened her mouth, and I pulled the triggers.

The slugs slammed into her chest, pushing her back as the lightning shot from her hands, setting the trees around us ablaze. Lightening crackled in her wounds and raced around her mouth.

I shot her again, the bullets smashing into her throat and tearing it open.

The lighting within her devoured her flesh and melted her eyes. The stench of burning hair assailed us.

She stepped forward, and I shot her in the head.

She staggered another step, sank to both knees, and tried to crawl.

Holstering the Colts, I took my hammer and brought it down upon the base of her neck, the lightning burning my hands.

It hurt like hell, but it was worth it.

#Denmark #supernatural #monsters #paranormal

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Nicholas Efstathiou

Husband, father, and writer.

2 thoughts on “Day 23”

  1. Stuart Danker – Malaysia – A Malaysian writer who's been in the no-niche niche for a decade. His debut novel, Tinhead City KL was published in April 2021.
    Stuart Danker says:

    This is some pretty good prose. I love the simplicity you’ve gone for here. Everything’s so direct and like bam, bam, bam. Thanks for the inspiration for my own writing!

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