Lilith sprinted around the villa, leaving smouldering wounds and anguished cries in her wake. Her main objective was crowd control, misery being a close second. Standing around knee height, it was easy to sever muscle and ligaments, reducing movement to hobbling or crawling. Being so small and agile also made Lilith one nightmare of a target for Michael. With every strobe of the light, she would vanish and then reappear in a flash of white several feet away. Her indirect path made it impossible to lead the shot. The mercenary chose to start with removing sensory distractions. As long as the creature was preoccupied with moving targets, Michael didn’t have to worry about it intervening. He used an entire magazine shooting out lights and speakers while Lilith made her way to DJ PILL5 and the two women who made it out to the backyard.
Michael wasted no time making his way to the kitchen, flipping a table on its side and making a small barricade with it and the kitchen island. He then reloaded and waited in the now dark villa. He had no doubt the monster would be back for the screaming bodies it had left in here. One man began crawling to the bodyguard, begging for assistance. Michael silenced the man to keep his location hidden and then trained his eyes on the back entrance once more. He could see a couple lights pop up from the corner of his eye as people used their phones to seek help but he didn’t bother looking at the illuminated faces. They weren’t part of his objective.
As Lilith turned back to the house, she noticed the pulsing light was gone. She was thankful but that also meant she couldn’t use it to hide from that damned man. Or at least, that was probably his plan. Her features briefly contorted into a beastly grin before she darted towards the door. The air around her began to ripple and distort as if in extreme heat before an illusionary double materialized and passed through in front of her.
Within seconds, a shot was fired, the bullet passing through the mirage without disruption. Michael cursed, thinking he had missed the shot until he saw a second fox enter the room. Whatever this thing was, it was completely unpredictable. Either it had called in a friend, or his bullet had uncovered some sort of trick. Which seemed more believable? Him missing a shot or magic?
As if to answer his question, the house began… breathing? With a steady rhythm that made the structure creak, everything seemed to swell and relax like a diaphragm. Michael tried shaking his head but the sight remained. It made no sense, he hadn’t taken anything tonight, not even water, so no one could have slipped him anything. Was it something in the air? Everyone else was in a panic, so it was hard to tell if they were seeing the same thing as him but now the mercenary was certain, there was no way he missed that shot. This day had started out so normal, how had it gotten to this point? Michael needed a raise after this.
Michael wasted no time making his way to the kitchen, flipping a table on its side and making a small barricade with it and the kitchen island. He then reloaded and waited in the now dark villa. He had no doubt the monster would be back for the screaming bodies it had left in here. One man began crawling to the bodyguard, begging for assistance. Michael silenced the man to keep his location hidden and then trained his eyes on the back entrance once more. He could see a couple lights pop up from the corner of his eye as people used their phones to seek help but he didn’t bother looking at the illuminated faces. They weren’t part of his objective.
As Lilith turned back to the house, she noticed the pulsing light was gone. She was thankful but that also meant she couldn’t use it to hide from that damned man. Or at least, that was probably his plan. Her features briefly contorted into a beastly grin before she darted towards the door. The air around her began to ripple and distort as if in extreme heat before an illusionary double materialized and passed through in front of her.
Within seconds, a shot was fired, the bullet passing through the mirage without disruption. Michael cursed, thinking he had missed the shot until he saw a second fox enter the room. Whatever this thing was, it was completely unpredictable. Either it had called in a friend, or his bullet had uncovered some sort of trick. Which seemed more believable? Him missing a shot or magic?
As if to answer his question, the house began… breathing? With a steady rhythm that made the structure creak, everything seemed to swell and relax like a diaphragm. Michael tried shaking his head but the sight remained. It made no sense, he hadn’t taken anything tonight, not even water, so no one could have slipped him anything. Was it something in the air? Everyone else was in a panic, so it was hard to tell if they were seeing the same thing as him but now the mercenary was certain, there was no way he missed that shot. This day had started out so normal, how had it gotten to this point? Michael needed a raise after this.