It wouldn’t take long for Mark to find the monster. Down by the lake, the monster yelped as it touched its wounds. Black blood seeped onto its finger like slime clinging onto the carpet. Mark took a knee, looking down the scope to line his sights while his rifle pressed against his shoulder.
The monster coughed and burped, soon it regurgitated its entire stomach from its mouth. It was a blue sack with green veins pulsating and having a slight glow to them. With its long slender fingers, it pinched, squeezed, and massaged its stomach so it could push out the contents of its previous meal. Revealing a puddle of red sludge of meat and hair. Some of the vile debris of digestive muck slimed its way into the river and flowed away. Mark’s stomach turned, his face cringed while his body shivered at the revolting sight.
The creature’s stomach still dangled from its mouth as it rummaged through the contents on the snowy floor. It grabbed a handful of the sludge and moulded it like playdough before it jammed it into its wounds in an attempt to heal and patch itself up from Mark’s attack. To the assassin’s surprise, the meat it slobbered into its wounds fused into place. The pinkish hue colour morphed to match the monster’s pale skin.
‘What the fuck!?’ Mark mumbled to himself, grossed out by how the monster could recover itself from any dangerous encounters. Seeing enough, he raised his rifle at the creature’s exposed stomach and took the shot. The concussive force of a .408 bullet tore and caused the stomach to explode at the monster’s face, like a balloon popping at a kid’s birthday party. The monster wailed and screamed, flailing its long arms around as it tried to swallow what remains of its digestive system.
Mark took a deep breath as he took aim again. Firing a second shot that went straight through the monster’s thighs. It let out a pained shriek as it sprang up and ran towards Mark, screaming and howling as it closed the gap with its frightening speeds. ‘Shit!’ Mark said as he fired another shot at the monster, hitting it in the shoulder trying to knock the charging beast down. Yet it didn’t slow its approach, it thirsted for flesh.
As the monster jumped in the air and sprang its arm back for a lung, Mark grabbed his rifle and tossed the rifle at the monster as he rolled away. He stumbled on his feet as he ran from the dazed and confused creature. He pulled out his Smith & Wesson Model 60 revolver from his holster while he swore to himself repeatedly.
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The monster howled in frustration as it chased Mark. Either from clumsiness or pure luck, Mark tripped over a rock the moment the pale monster slashed at his head to take it off. But due to its momentum, the monster crashed against the tree. Ceasing the opportunity, Mark raised his revolver and shot the monster in the jaw. Causing bone fragments to spew out of its face. The monster gargled, black blood seeping from its mouth as it tried to get back on its feet.
‘Oh, come on!’ Mark shouted as he rose to his feet to run away once more. In response, the monster roared at him to continue the case. Mark rummaged through his vest and pulled out a golf ball-sized grenade from his pocket. He mumbled to himself, unsure why he was foolish enough to have something that was useless to him at the moment. Though he had no one else to blame but himself, as he only took the explosive device as a joke.
But knowing he was running out of options, Mark decided to use one of his party tricks he had perfected in his free times. A gambit for his survival, one that was, to him, stupid and irresponsible. He chucked the grenade behind him near the monster’s face. Without checking, he fired his revolver exactly at the grenade’s striker. An explosion turned the monster’s head into mush while the force knocked Mark face first into the ground.
‘Ow…’ He groaned, his face embedded into the snow. He patted his back for any shrapnel or his own blood, letting out a sigh of relief when he couldn’t feel anything out of the ordinary.
He reached for his earpiece. ‘Frank, the job is done. Can you get someone here to bring me home?’
His earpiece buzzed for a bit before he could hear the accent of his English colleague. ‘Sure, I can do that.’ Frank let out a slight chuckle. ‘I also noticed your tracker was all over the place near the river. Can you tell me why you ran around in one spot?’
Mark shook his head as he buried his face in the snow. Doing his best to hide his embarrassment and frustration that he was perhaps caught running around in circles when he didn’t kill the monster in his first go.