39. Monster

Note: hearing "The Devil & the huntsman by Sam Lee and Daniel Pemberton

Till now the apocalypse, zombis, monsters, aliens - everyone of this was a theory. When powers emerged, there was still a possibility that they didn't have enemies different from human beings.

Taylor's narrative could still describe a really strong human, someone with powerful equipment- but this... this was undoubtedly a monster.

The monster standing there looked with one pair eyes on the stone wall, the other pair on the other side of its head searched their direction. It was as if it was sure of something being here.

Its two noses sniffed the air, before it went to the exact point Jack was lying in the grass.

It bent its massive body down, and while bending its knees, the mouth of the other side let out a shrill cry, sounding neither human nor like an animal. They heard bones and tendons cracking as the knees bending in one direction hurt the knees on the other side. Bringing down the hand with approximately eight fingers brushing it against the earth then trying to sniff it. There was a short tug of war for in which direction the hand should go, to which nose.

'Two people' concluded Jack from this action trying to be silent. His own hands overlapped Hunter's hand on his mouth. He couldn't believe that something like this existed.

When the same side as before won and curved his arm the inferior side let out another shrill cry and after another cracking the elbow bent in the direction of the superior side's nose.

It sniffed and suddenly the crying inferior side accurately fixed his sight directly on them.

Both sides of the monster froze and with a start, the monster ran to them, so urgently that the inferior side was screaming jarringly, part of pain, part of anticipation.

Jack and Hunter could both not make any move, being on the tree. Both watched in horror as the monster crashed with his shoulder against the tree, wanting to bring them down.

But the tree trunk was too massive to not move an inch and the two men were sitting a few meters higher than the monster could reach.

While it twisted his hands to grab them, the screeching other side fought to turn around and grab them himself. With how it fought against itself, meanwhile the ripping of tendons and dislocating of joints echoed through the dark forest.

Jack tried to think 'What to do, what to do.'

He didn't want to throw the axe because if he didn't aim right a weapon was lost.

Hunter thought of the fluid he could extract from Jack's blood.

He still held Jack in his arm against himself, pressing him as strong against himself as he could, Jack should be injured because of his grip, but neither noticed, similar to Jack he would throw his weapon only, if he was sure of a success in killing instantly, so a large range attack was the way to go.

Hunter imagined the monster with water flowing through his body, a stream that sturbonly let these two sides despite being melted together live. Water as the source of life. And he could dominate this life force. He had the reign over this creature's life or death, as he had it over every living creature. Blue swirled in his black eyes, becoming more prominent as his thoughts drifted more and more in a dangerous direction.

'Ha, this thing wants my life ?' He heard his own voice hissing in his head, it was a deeper one, one he had never heard in the 17 years of his life he remembered. A strong fascination with this power had overcome him, and like accompanying a dying earthworm or playing with an inferior bug, his eyes changed to a look of mocking pity.

The air wavered around them and Hunter put the pickaxe on his thigh, stretching his arm out with his palm up to the monster's direction. Then slowly and languidly he let his fingers rise, making a "come" gesture, while imagining how every drop of water in its body would be brought out, brought to him.