by Andy Morris
showed where the blade had hit; severing one mantis-like limb, slicing through its single bulbous eye, which now oozed a pale fatty liquid that was lumpy like rotten milk. The greasy optic fluid slowly dripped down the side of its distorted body, some of it dripping into its open mouth and stringing across its teeth. It lay furiously mewling and slashing out with its one remaining forelimb, knowing it was done but intent on taking Connor with it.
Connor changed his grip on the dagger and plunged it down into the creature in disgust. He stabbed down again and again, letting his anger and fear drive the blade downwards. He slashed into the things’ wide jaws. The blade burst the remains of its ruined eye. Hacking and cutting and striking at the demon with the same boiling aggression he had felt when he had faced Dale Tanner. Connor’s ferocity didn’t wane until his arms and shoulders ached and only then when he saw what was left, was he certain it was dead.
He finally stumbled backwards on shaky legs, never taking his eyes off the mess before him. It didn’t move and neither did he. Frozen in horror and shock Connor remained where he was for several minutes until the chill of the night air finally touched him and a shiver returned him to his senses.
Connor’s white knuckles gripped the blade tightly as he searched his room to make sure there were no other creatures in there. As a child he had checked under his bed for monsters but this was the first time he really did expect to see one.
When he was sure his room was clear he closed the door and went down to the kitchen. The black tiled floor felt cold to his feet as he padded over to the fridge. He took out an unopened litre carton of orange juice and drank down the lot in one go. He felt the cold juice running down into his stomach and he shivered. As he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand he noticed he was still clutching the shiny black weapon. He laid it on the kitchen table and sat down on one of the four chairs.
He sat there for another handful of minutes staring at his reflection in the black scale that was once part of a demon. The thing had been a lesser demon and nothing close to the size or power of Abiku.
Would it be like this when Abiku came, appearing without any warning? Connor took a deep breath. He was putting Laura in harm’s way just by being with her. He shook his head; maybe Alicia had a point after all? Laura had a right to know. He couldn’t avoid telling her about the demons anymore and with a heavy sigh of apprehension he made a decision.
To be continued in Book seven of the Connor True Series: True Believers
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About Andy Morris
Andy has been writing short stories on and off for most of his life. He has had many stories published on various websites and in both print and electronic magazines. Andy currently lives near the south coast of England with his beautiful wife and two amazing kids.
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CONNOR TRUE SERIES
Book 1: Dreams Come True
Book 2: Strange But True
Book 3: True Calling
Book 4: Forever True
Book 5: True Grit
Book 6: Too Good to be True
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