“There’s the Collector! Halt or we fire!” came the yell from the alley opening. Crimson eyes were greeted by rifle barrels, making him smile, then wince at the blood dripping from his side and beak. “Only six? What, would seven prove to be too much?”
A bullet hole in his thigh silenced that jest. “If you guys wanna take me to Hell, then I’ll see ya’ll there!” Verick growled, the gemstone in his sternum beginning to glow. It lifted him to his feet as it retreated deeper into his chest, ribs creaking and cracking as they opened.
And the alley came alive in a brilliant, dark energy.
Entry #1 fr this weeks 100-Word-Challenge from Julia’s Place. And this one too comes from an old story of mine, recently drug out of the archives. Perhaps I need to revisit that one as well.
I hope you all enjoy!