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Spegg shoved the thing’s limp body off of me and I turned over and let the blood run out of my mouth.

“Ow.” I touched the part of my face where my nose can typically be found and cringed in pain. It was crunchy, sideways, and gushing.

“Your nose is broken.”

“Wow, you fish are quick.” I spat as I propped myself up on my hands, marking the ground with a splash of blood. More streamed out of my nose and mouth, pooling and carving miniature, crimson estuaries into the snow. I took off my gloves and wiped the blood from my eyes, then frowned at the lifeless beast lying next to me. “Christ.”

Its body was roughly human, hairless and brown, and packed with muscle under thick, wrinkled flesh. Its legs were short and stocky and its feet were sturdy, short flippers that I would have guessed would be completely useless on land if I hadn’t seen the damn thing cover about two hundred yards in less than twenty seconds.

The beast’s hands were more human-like, although its fingers hung limply from the second knuckle, deflated, as if the bones had been sucked out. It had an oblong head with high, mottled yellow eyes, like curdled milk, and a ghastly proboscis heaped atop his nostrils that curved inward toward his gaping mouth where four spiky canines split and towered above a full set of human teeth.

“Ugly son of a bitch,” I said, coughing.

Spegg grinned. “You know he’s your—”

“Save it,” I snapped.

“Very well.” Spegg shrugged it off and took from his pocket a familiar syringe, filled with the same pink liquid he had injected me with. He popped the safety cap with his thumb, and offered it to me. “The Lilith,” he said. “It will calm him when he wakes.”

“Yeah, I remember how it works.” I snatched it and tried my best to stand. On the ground I noticed the white remote that I had lost in the fall. It was damaged—crushed against a rock just inches from the bloody imprint of my head in the snow; but it was still buzzing. Without thinking, I bent over to pick it up.

“Robertson, no!”

The remote went silent in my hand, gasping a wisp of electronic smoke. I looked at Spegg.

“Shit.”

There was a flash of brown flesh in my periphery. I wheeled around. The beast howled, baring its canines, and lunged at me. I sucked in a sharp breath, then instinctively drove my right hand forward, punching the needle deep into the bastard’s neck. The Lilith automatically discharged and monster stumbled sideways, its eyes drowning.

The thing staggered away, fumbling with the syringe, trying to get a handle on it with its rubbery fingers. I glanced at Spegg, who was casually drumming his fingers on his cheek. The beast quickly gave up on the needle, shaking his hands like a frustrated child. He turned in circles, whimpering, stared at the sun for a good ten or fifteen seconds, then shambled over to the outcropping where he found a nice, comfy rock and took a seat.

“He’s definitely his father’s son,” Spegg said, tittering.

I smirked. It started raining.