Orion
I squeezed the trigger. Shot landed clean. The guy didn't even blink.
No jerk. No stumble. Just... nothing.
He stood there like I'd tossed a pebble at him.
Honestly, I've seen people swat harder at a fly.
The gunshot cracked through the night, loud enough to wake the dead.
But he didn't move. Not an inch.
He just stayed there, stiff and still, like some half-finished statue someone forgot to take out of storage.
My eyes widened. My brain kicked into overdrive.
Was this real?
I was finally getting it. Whatever this was, it wasn't human.
I stepped back without thinking.
"What... the hell are you?" I asked, voice low and tight.
I squinted, trying to see through the black hood pulled low over his face.
No luck. His face was totally hidden, swal
