by Colleen M. Foley
“Even monsters have protégés, boy. Sometimes, they even look human. We kill them, too.” That’s what Jim used to tell me.
“Don’t!” I glared up at Seth as he placed his hand gently on my head. It was a formal gesture. A decision made.
The hot rock of pain in my gut eased, and I stopped spewing blood onto the feet of the thing that looked so human.
I reached for my gun again, raised it slowly, deciding. God help me, he looks human.
I pointed the gun at my brother.
The thing chuckled softly, and then everything went black.