by Brnin8r » Mon Jan 04, 2010 10:14 pm
Jack felt several swings and scratches on his body, but he felt more pints of blood run down his skin and soak his clothes than he had ever thought possible. Bits of gore splattered the alley and bounced off Jack's stalwart and flailing form. Scratch after scratch, second after second, time seemed to drag on forever until before he knew it, there was nothing else in the alley but blood, body parts, and a wounded Jack.
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Matt couldn't see anything for the first second, looking all around. For a few panicked seconds, all Matt heard was a menacing growl. At one point he passed over the alley, from the darkness a pair of crimson-lit eyes some twenty feet up. In the darkness, it was impossible to see if it was a trick of the mind without stopping to aim at it.
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