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No. 40978
Her senses told her that the monster she was hunting tonight was somewhere nearby, but she couldn't tell where. It moved in the shadows. When she first spotted it, it had been feasting on something in the darkness. When she moved closer, it escaped up a wall like a startled spider the size of a car. The only clue was a half-devoured body. By the uniform, she knew it was one of the guards at the plant. When she had leaned down to get a better look, she noticed his name tag was still hanging on to the bloody rags of what used to be his shirt. It read, “C. Mennowitz.” Someone had had him for dinner.
She moved through the darkness, posture low and gaze steady. This Victory Power Plant was one of four located around the city. This site in particular was dedicated to wind power. There were fields of turbines stretching over the distance, and the turn of their blades cast shadows that were long and broad in the light of the moon. Each revolution changed the world from pale blue to pitch black. On the first turn, she found that she had been walking toward the end of a corridor. A dead end, in fact. On the second turn, when the shadow was dragged away, she saw him. A pale man with a red face in a black suit, standing at the very end. Like her, something that only looked human. On the third revolution, he was gone.
The raspy growl of a man echoed through the open chamber. “I thought the little girls in fairy tales wore red hoods,” he said, “But this one's got horns.” Dragon looked back and forth, then over her shoulder. If she trusted her eyes, she was alone, but that would be foolish. She was nobody's fool.
“Tell me, little Green Horn, did you get lost on the way to gramma's house? I can show you how to get there,” he said. In the shadows, she thought she saw a shape. As fast as a reflex, she blew a burst of lightning from her lungs. The jagged blue and white lines sheared right through the darkness, illuminating the grounds. What she hit was a lantern being swung by the wind. Several yard away from it, on the opposite wall, a “thing” with red eyes was looking at her. He wasn't human anymore. She couldn't tell, but it had claws, and sharp teeth. Something chalk white and stained with long lines and splashes of red.
“Close,” he said. “Let me get closer so you get a better shot.” She backed away. The blades of the nearest turbine turned, and when the shadows left this time, he was standing behind her. When she turned around, he was shaped as a man again. Before she could open her mouth, his hand was over it. The talons of his claw easily wrapped around her entire head. The flesh on them began to melt and merge, like spreading clay, until they formed a seal. A small space was left for her nose, but the seal was dangerously close to cutting off her oxygen supply entirely.
“Since you got in the way of my meal, you'll have to replace--,” he said, but she interrupted him. She could still breathe, which meant she could still breathe lightning; two smaller, yet no less powerful arcs flew from her nostrils and struck his wrist. He pulled his hand away immediately, shocked in every sense of the word. Before he could deliver another growling one-liner, she blasted him square in the chest with a full shot of electricity, which sent him careening through the darkness. The voltage that crawled over him illuminated each beam of the corridor as he passed by, until he was once again hidden away by the shadow. She heard the sound of a body slamming against a wall, followed by bones being broken. The air smelled like smoke and leather.
“When you're in Hell, tell them a 'little girl' sent you,” she said. Her first words to him. Something about this monster put anger in her heart, but nothing living she had ever hit with that much power had ever survived. Then she heard another sound. Strained, tortured laughter. Bones snapping, and the sound of sheets of leather straining against themselves. “I like you,” he said. She took a step back and clenched her teeth. Her chest was puffed, primed for another attack. “You've got some fight, Green Horn.”
A winged figure took to the sky. Now clear of the shadow, she could see it was the shape of a winged serpent. The wingspan was so much broader than that man had the mass to produce on his own, as if his body were coiled up and waiting to lash out. When he reached a beam three stories above her, the shape perched upon it and pulled itself back into the shape of a man. “It's too bad, though,” he said. His voice was still strained, proof that he at least felt the attack. “You're late. I was just here taking in a quick snack before I called it a night. Maybe if you had gotten here an hour sooner, you would have stopped me from doing this.” He held an arm straight out at his side, and a small remote control emerged from the skin on the palm of his hand. In one motion, he grasped it and then pressed a trigger.
One by one, the propeller heads of the turbines detonated. Dragon shielded her face, but she could see what was happening nearby. Blades nearly as long as airplane wings came crashing to the ground, and shook the entire plant. After the ringing in her ears died down, the first thing Dragon heard were the nearby car alarms, followed by the strain of metal as it tore itself to pieces from trying to hold on to pieces that were bound for earth. The pale blue of the moonlit night had been warped into shades of orange, gold, and crimson, and the white man in the black suit was just a shadow being cast across the burning skyline. When he smiled at her, the light of the blaze made his long fangs glow . It was a twisted, burning smile above a world that was quickly falling into madness.
She let loose with another bolt of lightning, but he fell backwards off of the rail. He swung underneath it, and once again turned his arms into wings, and his body into that of a serpent. She chased after him with more bolts, but his body spun through the air and danced through their trajectory. It was becoming increasingly harder to aim with the fire and smoke in the air, and before long the serpent was gone.
By the time the rest of the Vanguard arrived on the scene, she had extinguished the fires by herself. The field of turbines went from being lit by flames, to being sheets covered in blackened ice. She watched the sky, and waited to see if she could catch sight of the serpent, but he never appeared.
Poison Dart, who sounded irritated and tired, crouched and picked up a frozen scrap of a turbine motor. “Who the hell did this?”, he asked. Dragon wouldn't look away from the sky, even to answer her teammate. She would only say, “A devil dressed like a man.”
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