Thirteen

Thirteen

Brice heard a yell as the black shape fell on Cathal. The man disappeared, pinned down by shadowy limbs. A howl cut through the air, and Brice saw a mouth, wide and black, lined with fangs. The mouth jerked sharply, and the fangs vanished into the shadows as Cathal screamed in agony.

Brice dropped to a crouch and raised his lash, crosshairs ready. He heard voices; curses and yells, maybe instructions. He pulled up more filters, desperate to see into the shadows. To see what he was aiming at.

There was a crack, and the air by Brice’s head surged forwards with an ozone blast. For a moment his vision burst with light, and a deep rolling roar filled his ears. There was more shouting. Brice shouted too, waving his lash in the air, and only now realising he could no longer see the sights. ……