6 PRIA
The alien’s spear struck true. The monster, a beast that even my worst nightmares couldn’t have conjured up, buckled and twisted, the spear embedded in one of its creepy eyes. The sound coming from its gaping maw was unearthly, something between a chittering and a roar.
With one last hateful, hungry look at us, it turned on its heel – if those talons could be called heels – and disappeared into the darkness. I released a breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding. Everything had happened so fast. The alien emerging from the flames, the monster, the fight.
At some point during the battle, I’d realised that the alien had a tail. He wasn’t human after all. From afar, he looked human enough, but up close it was a very different story. What I’d thought was a helmet were actually horns;
