An angry face stared down at her.
The face belonged to a black haired man with a goatee. Intense green eyes pierced through her as she held on to his leg. A moment later, the face twisted into that of shock and horror as tiny pellets of iron ripped through his body, ultimately turning it into a bloody pulp. Claire tried to scream, but found that all she could do was stare at the lump of gore slopping to the floor.
I took it from him, I took it all from him - her mind repeated over and over.
Things reset, and once again she was looking at her hand holding onto a leg. She looked up again, expecting the familiar face of the green eyed man with the goatee. What she saw however sent shivers through her spine.
