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Superia #9: Panopticon

by Sigma

I

Somerland, Georgia. 20 Years Ago.

Large parts of the small city had been turned to rubble, craters, and shattered ruin. It was dead silent except for the footsteps of 16-year-old Orla Adams, who walked through the only place she had ever called home, her eyes wide in shock and her dark hair covered in soot.

She scanned the area in front of her, seeing bodies among the ruins, and fell to her knees and let out a pained scream that echoed in the afternoon air.

“Orla…?” a faint voice called out.

Orla turned and saw her sister Sloan, 14, standing a few feet away. She quickly got up and ran to her, nearly knocking her younger sister over when she went to hug her.

“Sloan! Baby girl, are you all right?” Orla asked, holding her by the shoulders after wiping dirt from her face.

“What happened?” Sloan asked. “I saw two people in the sky and then…”

“I know, baby. I know...it’s…” Orla started and then turned around when she heard rubble shift. A woman, tall, with a lean, muscular build, pushed a collapsed section of building off of her with what little strength she had left. Her clothes, form fitting spandex, were shredded, and she was covered in wounds and bruises. She staggered forward, her legs shaking, and she looked at the two girls as Orla pushed Sloan behind her.

“That’s one of them,” Sloan said, peeking from behind her sister. She looked down when she felt Orla take her hand.

“Come on,” Orla said in a hesitant whisper. She then began walking toward the woman, who paused and watched the two of them approach.

“You did this…” Orla said when the woman was in earshot. “You destroyed everything.” Orla’s tone dripped with anger and she let go of her sister’s hand and approached the injured superhuman alone.

“You’re a fucking monster!” Orla screamed.

The woman growled and lashed out with a quick, sudden move. Sloan screamed and Orla gagged as the woman wrapped both hands around her neck and lifted her up, squeezing the life from the teen’s body.

Orla punched, kicked, and scratched to try and get free, but the woman’s strength was too much.

Just then, the woman’s head jolted and her grip loosened. She let go of Orla and fell to her knees, holding the back of her head. Sloan stood behind her, breathing heavily and holding a piece of rubble. She raised it and brought it down on the woman’s head again and the woman went limp.

Sloan dropped the rubble and the sisters looked at each other, stunned and silent. Emergency sirens sounded in the distance, pulling them out of their trance.

“What do we do, Orla? Are we going to get in trouble?” Sloan asked.

Orla looked at her sister and then back in the direction the sirens were coming from. She turned and saw a parked truck, somehow still intact, and then looked at the unconscious woman on the ground in front of them when an idea crossed her mind.

“Here’s what we’re gonna go, baby girl…” Orla said before leaning in and whispering something to her sister.

***

Sometime later, the world slowly came into view. The woman opened her eyes and immediately felt the weight of restraints keeping her in place. She saw the two girls standing not far away, with Orla checking a wound dressing on Sloan’s right arm. When they heard her stir, the sisters turned and faced her.

The three of them were in some kind of large, dimly lit shed, and the woman felt weak, unable to move much less try to break out of the chains.

“Where am I?” the woman asked.

“You’re just outside Somerland, you stupid cow,” Orla said. “My sister and I had to steal a truck and drag your big ass all the way here.”

The woman pulled against the chains, wrapped tight around her arms, legs, waist, and neck. “You’re making a mistake. Let me go.”

“You’re the one who made a mistake when you and the other bitch destroyed our town,” Orla said.

The woman began to say something when the door open. An older man walked in, wearing a flannel shirt and jeans. He paused at the scene in front of him and looked at the girls.

“Sir! Please help! Your daughters, they…”

The man held up his hand, gesturing for her to be quiet. “These are my grandchildren, ma’am. Glad to see you’re finally awake. Now you can answer for what you did to Somerland.”

The woman’s eyes widened when she saw the man remove a syringe from his pocket. She screamed and protested as he jabbed her in the neck. The world went dark and she passed out.

“All right, that takes care of that,” Rowan Adams said, putting the syringe back. “Now...She’s gonna be sleeping for a while yet. The man on the TV said this one here’s name is Daydream. She and some other super gal got into it and Somerland paid the price. I already talked to your parents so they know you’re safe, but I never should’ve let you girls go to town alone. I’m glad you two are okay,” he said with a smile as he put his hands on their heads.

“What do we do now, grandpa?” Sloan asked.

“Well,” Rowan said, kneeling down to them. “You two are gonna bring the cows in from the pasture and then get washed up for dinner. “Y’all can play later. Now go on.”

“Yes sir,” Orla said, taking Sloan’s hand and leading her out.

Rowan smiled at his grandchildren and then stood back up. He turned to the unconscious heroine and sighed. “My, my, my...they sure do make you superwomen impressive…” He said, fondling her naked breast with a rough hand. He looked back to make sure the girls were gone. “I should have just enough time to have my own fun before the girls get back from the pasture…” he said with a laugh, cupping the vulnerable heroine’s tits as his cock stiffened in his pants and he licked his lips.

II

Delta City, Florida. Today.

A speeding car nearly runs over a child in the street until Lea Timu, the heroine known as Bombshell lands in front of the boy and the car hits the 6-foot-4 Samoan heroine and completely twists around her without so much as leaving a scratch on her chiseled body.

In a coffee shop, a man holding a gun in his shaking hand yells something at Naomi Grant, the heroine known as Superia, who has terrified customers cowering behind her. Naomi raises her coffee to her lips with one hand and smacks the robber in the side of his head with her other. He staggers, holding a bloody ear and drops his gun. Naomi then grabs the man by his collar and launches him out the front door, to the cheers and astonishment of the other people.

An old woman runs down the street, screaming and pointing desperately at a young man carrying her purse. A cellphone camera fixes on the green-skinned heroine Rebecca Wilson, Thorn, standing outside an ice cream shop with a cup of three scoops when the thief runs past her. Moments later, the branches on a tree growing from the sidewalk extend, grab the thief and bind him. A crowd of people converge on the thief and Rebecca walks the other way, smiling and eating her ice cream.

Madeline Smith, the heroine known as Dr. Hope, is shown on camera leading a story time with hospitalized children who were injured in the monster attack two weeks prior. The news story explained how she used her medical training to help hospital staff treat the injured.

At the team’s headquarters, Veronica Chambers, the heroine known as Mantis, watched the recycled news footage with Delphi.

“Overnight celebrities,” Veronica said.

“Yes,” Delphi agreed. “We just have to make sure they behave on camera. Naomi especially.”

“Right. Asa and I are staying out of it since we wear masks. Don’t need people trying to dissect our identities.” She changed the channel to a daytime talk show where Cindy Callum, the redheaded heroine known as Blaze, was doing an interview. “It was the right call making Cindy the face of the team,” Veronica said. “She’s comfortable on camera and people seem to like her.”

“Agreed,” Delphi said. “And with all of this, the people of the city know they’re in good hands.”

“Where’d those five go, anyway?” Veronica asked. “Cindy, Korina, and Asa are the only ones who’ve checked in today.”

Delphi shrugged. “Thera took them all somewhere. I told them that they could take some time and relax, we’ll be fine here.”

***

“What in the hell…?” Naomi asked.

She, Lea, Rebecca, Madeline, and Thera stood under a clear blue sky in an idyllic valley. Behind them was a massive compound of marble buildings and all around them were all kinds of beings coming and going. There were other humans, but the women also saw winged faeries, creatures that looked like elves, minotaurs, lizard people, and various other creatures. 

“Don’t stare, bonehead,” Rebecca nudged her. “You look like a tourist.”

Thera chuckled. “Everyone wait here. I’ll be right back,” the sorceress said before quickly walking off.

“Who the hell are all these people?” Naomi asked.

“They’re from other worlds,” Madeline told her. “This place sits at the nexus of a bunch of worlds, so they come here to relax.”

“You all act like you’ve done this before,” Naomi said.

“We have,” Lea told her. “The food’s to die for.”

Thera walked toward the main building and approached a petite, dark haired woman with large, translucent wings on her back. The faerie turned, smiled, and waved when she noticed Thera approaching and the two of them hugged.

“Primrose. How are you?” Thera greeted her old friend.

“Doing well,” Primrose smiled. “It’s been so long. What brings you here?”

“Showing my friends a relaxing time,” Thera explained, motioning to the others. “We have some time off after…”

“Oh...right, the battle with the old Leviathan. I heard all about it!” Primrose said. “Nothing exciting like that ever happens here. But...I guess that’s why we stay so busy,” she said with a laugh. “You girls are in luck. I have a perfect suite for you!”

“Thanks,” Thera said with a smile. “But…” she stopped Primrose and then leaned in to whisper. “When you talk to the girls, don’t mention anything about my son or anything like that. I’m still keeping all of that to myself.”

Primrose nodded in understanding and made a motion as though to zip her mouth shut. “I’m sure you’ll all have a lovely time while you stay with us. Just one warning: We recently had a uhhhh...extra-dimensional incursion in the archives, so be careful if any of your party goes near those buildings.”

“What happened?” Thera gasped.

“Oh, your classic cosmic horrors slipping through. It happens. We dealt with it. We had to seal off part of the library, but it’s fine,” Primrose explained. “Have you friends follow me!” she then said with a smile.

Primrose showed the heroines to a large luxury villa built into a mountainside that overlooked the valley. The balcony had a large pool and massive windows to let in the natural light.

“God damn!” Naomi gasped as she put down her bag. “I bet not even Ronnie’s apartment is this nice.”

“We have three bedrooms,” Thera explained. “So I hope people are fine with roommates.”

Lea put her bags down. “There’s too much to see to worry about that right now, Ther. I saw a training yard and some people sparring. Find me there when it’s time to eat,” she said before walking off.

Rebecca put her things down. “I’m gonna find that garden we passed,” she said before leaving.

“We passed something that looked like an archive or a library,” Madeline said. “I’m gonna grab a drink and then a good book,” and then she left.

“Nerd!” Naomi yelled after Madeline, who turned and flipped her off with both fingers and a big, mocking smile before leaving.

Thera remembered Primrose’s warning and went to say something, but screamed out of instinct when she felt Naomi wrap her arms around her waist and lift her off the ground. Thera screamed again when Naomi carried her to the balcony and tossed her in the pool.

Thera surfaced, the water causing her robe to cling to her curvy figure. She looked at Naomi, who stood on the edge of the pool, and splashed her with water. Naomi then stripped down until she was in all of her naked glory and dove in. She swam to Thera, came up, and put her arms around her shoulders.

“I guess you and I have to find something else to do, huh?” Naomi asked before she leaned in and they kissed.

III

Somerland, Georgia. 18 years ago.

Rowan Adams stood naked, drinking from a large jug of water. Semen dripped from his cock as he drained the jug and set it aside. “It’s been what, Daydream, two years now?” He looked at the heroine, who was chained to the floor of the shack, her legs spread and naked body at his mercy. “Boy, I tell you, time sure does fly. And those two smart little cookies in there whipped up that little collar that keeps your powers in check,” he said, pointing to the metal band fixed on the beaten heroine’s neck.

“I’m so proud of those two,” he said, beaming with pride. “To be honest, I always worried about ‘em. Sloan’s a little strange and Orla’s got an evil streak in her. She’s always a little too eager to get the shotgun and take care of the rats when I ask her. But they seem to be on the right track regardless.”

Daydream looked at Rowan and shifted. His cum poured out of her pussy, her erect nipples stood tall, and her curvy body bore the bruises of his abuse for the past two years. Her muscles strained against her bonds and she glared at the man. “When I get out of here, old man...I’m going to kill you and both of those brats. I swear it.”

Rowan smiled and smacked her on her thick thigh. “That’s the spirit. Don’t ever lose that fire.” He then leaned over her, drawing his tongue up her naked torso, sucking on her right tit and lapping up her taste. Daydream moaned as Rowan worked his way up until they were kissing. Rowan drew it out before pulling back, biting on the captured woman’s lower lip. He then cupped her face in his hands and smiled.

“I’m gonna try a new position tonight after the girls are in bed,” he said. “I think it’s gonna be fun. For me, anyway.” He moved a hand down her body and went to the bonds on her arm. “I’m just gonna have to move this and…” he then stopped and looked down. His expression froze and Daydream smiled. Before Rowan could say anything, Daydream’s fist came up and caught him square in the throat. He gagged and fell back to the floor, thrashing in pain on the ground as Daydream sat up. One bond fell to the floor, and Daydream got up, all of her bonds falling free and clattering to the ground.

“You shouldn’t leave scrap metal laying around this shack, old man. Two years is enough to make something to cut my way out,” she taunted. She then began walking toward Rowan, who clutched his ruined throat and tried crawling for the door.

“I wish I could take my time with you, but I’ve had enough of this shitty little farm. So...after I kill you, I’ll go after those children. I think I’ll kill the fat one first, since this was all her idea. I’ll make the one with the glasses watch.” She then tugged at the collar. “I’ll make them tell me how to get this fucking thing off first…”

Rowan reached for the door and groaned pathetically as Daydream grabbed his ankle and dragged him back.

***

Some time later, Daydream moved with speed through the dark of the wooded area on the farm. She weaved through the trees, heading east when she felt something snap around her ankle, biting into her skin and pulling her down. She screamed and fell face first, turning to see the metal teeth of an animal trapped closed around her ankle. She pulled at it, but the teeth bit into her fingers. She then turned when she heard footsteps in the woods and saw two people emerge from the shadows holding rifles.

Sloan and Orla approached her, holding rifles and wearing camouflage. They aimed their weapons at her and she stared back at them defiantly.

“How’d she get out…?” Sloan asked.

Orla shook her head and took a small flashlight from her vest. She shone it on Daydream and narrowed her eyes when she saw blood on the woman’s face. Sloan gasped and stepped back.

“Is that grandpa’s blood…?” Sloan asked.

“I’m afraid so…” Orla said calmly.

Sloan screamed and pointed her rifle and Daydream but Orla grabbed the barrel and made her lower it.

“Hold on, baby girl,” Orla said. “Grandpa talked about this in case it happened. Remember?” She looked at Sloan, who nodded as tears welled in her eyes. “He went over his will with us, left us both the farm and all his money. I’m 18 now so you can stay with me. You don’t have to go back to mom and dad if you don’t want.”

“But you’re going to college soon,” Sloan said.

“I can put it off for two years until you finish high school,” Orla said. She wiped the tears from Sloan’s face and smiled. “Besides...it gives us plenty more time to figure out what makes this bitch tick,” she said, motioning to Daydream.

Sloan sniffed and wiped her eyes. Orla smiled and kissed her on the forehead. She then turned and knocked Daydream out with the butt of her rifle.

***

Daydream woke sometime later, cold metal under naked back and sturdy, leather straps tying her down to a table. She looked up to see the low ceiling of a basement before seeing Orla standing over her. The dark haired teen was wearing a stained apron and medical mask and Sloan was off to the side wearing the same.

Daydream then grunted when she felt a book slammed down on her stomach and Orla flipped it open. “Wh...what is that?!” Daydream demanded.

Orla lifted a book to show the title. Human Anatomy Encyclopedia. She then put it back down. “We’re doing a little exploring. I already know from your two years here that you heal fast, even with the collar, so you’ve got nothing to worry about,” Orla said as she raised a razor-sharp scalpel.

Daydream’s eyes went wide and her heart began racing in her ample chest. “No! NO!!” she screamed. Orla stuffed her mouth with a dirty rag and lowered the scalpel.

IV

Madeline walked through the cavernous halls of the resort’s library building, sipping some kind of berry flavored tea that one of the master tea makers suggested to her. She was lost in thought, scanning the strange and interesting looking titles on the spines of the books. She also couldn’t help but steal glances at some of the other people in the library.

Tall humanoids with horns, small humanoids with fur and tails. There was a skeleton wearing ornate robes and a creature that looked to be half-man, half-crow. She had to force herself not to stare at the other occupants while continuing through the shelves, looking for something to read.

She then glanced down the aisle and noticed a door with a padlock on it. She looked around before making her way there. 

“Hello, hello...what’s this then?” she said to herself before trying the door. “Oh, these must be the good books…” she said to herself with a devious grin. She put her tea down, rubbed her hands together and focused her powers after grabbing the lock with both hands. She created a concentrated ball of hard light, focus on pushing it through the lock, and the lock shattered. She then opened the door and quietly slipped in before anyone noticed.

Inside was another seemingly endless expanse of bookshelves, and Madeline moved among them after summoning a ball of light and using it to see. The shadows shrunk as she moved forward. She read the titles, but nothing stood out.

She leaned in on one section of the shelves in front of her when she noticed the shadows move in the corner of her eye. She turned and looked, holding her breath and inching in that direction. She noticed a very subtle shifting in the shadows ahead, as if something was blending in with them.

“Is there someone there?” she asked, walking slowly. She then paused, the air was still, and she lowered her ball of light to get a better look. The shadows were pitch black until something white and crescent shaped broke up the blackness.

Madeline gasped when she realized it was a grinning mouth full of razor-sharp teeth.

She screamed and, before she could back away, tendrils lashed out from the shadows, grabbing her arms, legs, neck, and waist. She screamed as her light went out and the thing in the dark dragged her into the shadows.

***

Some time later, Lea, Naomi, Thera, and Rebecca were all at a table at one of the resort’s many restaurants. Rebecca ate a large salad and looked up from her plate when she saw Naomi staring at her.

“What’s with you?” Rebecca ask.

“Isn’t that cannibalism or something?”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “For the millionth fucking time, I am NOT a plant! And no, this is fine,” she said, lifting up some salad on her fork. “They fall off, the plants grow new ones. They want us to eat these. Jackass.” 

Naomi prepared to flick a piece of meat at an unaware Rebecca until Thera made her put her hand down.

Lea suppressed a laugh. “Maddie doesn’t know what she’s missing. Where the hell is she, anyway?”

“At the library,” Thera said. She then paused. “...Primrose told me something about the library when we got here. What was it?” She tried to remember and then shrugged when she couldn’t recall. “Oh well, it must not have been terribly important.” 

“What’s everyone doing the rest of the night?” Rebecca asked.

“There’s a wrestling tournament on the training ground,” Lea said. “So I’m gonna wrestle. Competitors have to be naked.”

Rebecca nearly choked and then looked across the table at Lea. She then quickly looked down at her plate and shoveled more food in her mouth when Lea glanced in her direction.

Thera chuckled and then jumped when she felt a hand on her thigh under the table. Naomi grinned at her while gently moving her hand up the smooth skin of Thera’s leg. The sorceress then gasped when she felt Naomi’s fingers slip under panties and begin toying with the lips of her pussy, brushing against the sensitive skin and coming up just short of penetration.

Naomi propped her head up with her other hand and looked Thera in the eye while smiling.

Thera gasped and clenched her hand into a fist, taking a deep breath. She then slammed her hand on the table, making the silverware rattle when Naomi slipped a finger in. She breathed deep, burying her face in one hand while grabbing Naomi’s wrist with the other.

Naomi thrust her finger in and out while using her thumb to toy with Thera’s clit. Thera was still damp from them having sex by the pool and now Naomi was back for another round. She looked down, able to see Thera’s right breast under her robe. The sorceress’ dark nipples were erect and her breaths were short and rapid.

“You good, T?” Lea asked.

“Yes...I’m…” she breathed deep. “I’m fine, Lea.” She was growing wetter. Naomi wasn’t letting up. She curled her toes in her sandals and took another deep breath. “I uh…” she started. “To answer your question, Rebecca, I think I’m just going to have a relaxing night in the room…”

“Oh yeah?” Naomi asked. “That sounds good actually.” She was pushing in and out, slowly, applying pressure to the roof and gently massaging the clit. “Those beds look comfortable.”

“Yes, I…” she gasped again. “I’m looking forward to seeing just how comfortable...ugh…”

Rebecca narrowed her eyes at the two of them. “You two are like teenagers…”

“Shut your noise hole, pipsqueak,” Naomi said, never breaking eye contact with Thera while she continued fingering her. Thera bit her lip and Naomi pushed in deeper.

“Ah! Fuck!” Thera cried out in reflex, drawing stares from other patrons and some staff. She covered her mouth as embarrassment took over and Naomi cackled.

Lea looked under the table and saw what was happening. “All right…” the big woman said, getting up. “I’m gonna go wrestle. You kids have fun.” She then turned and left.

“I’m gonna go see what they have for dessert,” Rebecca said, leaving Naomi and Thera alone.

Naomi put a second finger in Thera and pushed deep. As she did, she put her hand on Thera’s neck and brought her face close to Thera’s. “Wanna go back to the room?”

Thera breathed and nodded.

Naomi grinned. “If Maddie turns up, she can join us.”

***

Tentacles squeezed Madeline’s arms, legs, and torso tight, while a thick, long phallus snaked out of the shadows and penetrated her. She couldn’t scream because of an identical one thrusting down her throat, but the tendril in her pussy pushed in deep, distorting her midsection as it went in and out slowly. She gagged and moaned around the thing in her mouth and the creature in the shadows continued grinning, the white of its teeth the only visible thing in the shadows.

More tentacles wrapped around her tits, slowly massaging them and leaving a thing, slimy film on her bare skin after having largely removed her clothes. It pulled her legs apart, giving itself easier access and allowing itself to plunge in deeper. At the same time, it squeezed the helpless heroine’s tits and rand its appendages across every inch of exposed skin. Madeline was completely at its mercy and unable to use her powers to break free.

Her body was swimming in all sorts of sensations, with waves of pleasure washing over her as the mysterious monster in the dark stuffed every hole on her body. And then she felt its essence seeping into her mind.

She could feel it probing, exploring, searching. Images flashed in her head of the beast stalking alien worlds and feeding on the inhabitants. Of it using hosts to reproduce. She could see flashes of it arriving at the resort due to a freak tear in the fabric of reality. She saw it with a host of others, invading the archives only to be beaten back by the resort’s staff in a storm of magic and steel, fire and blood. She saw the other monsters die while this one slipped away into the shadows to lick its wounds.

She could see flashes in her own mind, of herself as Hope, of Bombshell, Iron Crane, Blaze, Superia, and the others.

She could feel the monster’s mind lingering on these images of Delta City’s Aphrodites and its appetite and curiosity growing in tandem. Another image flashed, this one of the monster having increased to a size that rivaled Delta City’s building’s. The city itself was a dead and barren ruin, and the creature’s tendrils reached in all directions. It had her and all the others in its grasp, penetrating and controlling the naked bodies of the beaten and broken heroines. Its appendages snaked over every last vulnerable curve, savored every last orgasm as it inflicted endless suffering on the defeated heroines.

Madeline’s mind touched the creature’s and she could see the ruin it intended to visit on her home if it ever escaped.

“I...I can’t let that happen…” she thought, barely able to muster the words in her mind as she was being double penetrated. She could feel the tendril in her pussy convulse as the monster began filling her with its seed. The sheer volume made massive amounts of it fall out and slick her pale thighs as it splattered on the library’s stone ground.

She focused what little mental power she still held, calling up her willpower to flex the fingers on her left hand. She hide to fight to push down the endless waves of pleasure and call up a ball of light that hovered over her palm. With exertion, she made it explode, and the monster shrieked in agony and shrunk away, loosening its grip on her.

When she saw it worked, Madeline felt renewed and she repeated the action, pouring more of her dwindling strength into another attack. This one was strong enough to force the creature to drop her, and she fell, naked and weakened, into the pool of cum on the floor after the creature pulled out of her.

The monster reeled and shrieked and Madeline got to her feet. She clapped her hands together and focused. The muscles of her body flexed, she took a deep breath, her naked tits heaving as she light shone between her palms. She then opened them, and a fast moving ball of light expanded and hit the monster, burning it and causing it to cry out in agony. The force of the attack tore it apart and shattered the bookshelves, damaging and destroying several books in the process.

The monster’s dying cries were snuffed out with its life and the air went silent.

Madeline let out a laugh of disbelief as the air feell silent. But her peace didn’t last.

She felt her stomach convulse and looked down, realizing for the first time that her belly was swollen to the size of a woman who was several months pregnant.

“W...what?!” she gasped in disbelief. “Agh!”

She went into contractions and fell to her knees, holding her stomach. She rolled over, the pain threatening to overwhelm her as she felt the thing inside forcing its way out of her womb. It came out of her birth canal, slowly forcing its way out, making her spread her legs as it began to emerge. Madeline’s cries filled the dank air as a long-limbed creature, its skin as black as the shadows, clawed its way out and stood at full height. It was thin and tall, and it turned its misshapen head to Madeline, showing a face with no features except a bright smile of sharp teeth.

“Hello...mother…” It spoke in a cold, sinister tone. The Entity had an impossibly long tongue and licked its lips, fixing a gaze on her even though it didn’t have eyes.

Madeline forced herself to stand and eyed the creature. “What the hell are you…?”

“I am...your...child…” it spoke.

With a sudden move, and lunged at Madeline, but she quickly threw up a barrier of light. The Entity screamed as touching it burned its skin. It then turned and fled deeper into the shadows.

“Ugh….dammit. Can’t let that..thing...get away!” Madeline said before she mustered enough strength and chased after it.