Mark of the Damned (1)
Everyone kept looking at the dark, hoping to see a silhouette or hear something again, but it was like nothing was there now.
For a few minutes, there were no sounds or visuals even when Lucas had activated his perceptive eyes.
"If my perceptive eyes were higher level, then I could have seen the thing already I think."
"What can't be done, can't be done, Lucas. Let's just leave."
"..." Lucas looked in the dark and a part of his being told him that he was missing something, that he had to fight this thing out of no reason other than how it messed with him and Mike's brain.
"Lucas, it's not worth risking our safety over something we can't even see or understand," Sandra's voice carried a mix of caution and worry. She had seen the creature with a better perspective than Lucas.