Miles slept like the dead as if his whole world didn't just get flipped on its head. Once again coming back to consciousness the first thing Miles did was look for more large creatures, but only came up with an unfamiliar sight. Looking around all he saw were unfamiliar structures and signs. Wherever he was, it was even more broken than his city. The potholes in the road could swallow a car, and weeds choked the broken sidewalk if it could even be called that anymore. Most of the buildings didn't even have windows, let alone doors, and the few that did were so marred with graffiti he would have no way of knowing what its original color even was. His head was pounding a beat to its own drum and black spots darkened his vision. He hadn't even drunk anything, yet he felt like he was suffering through the worst hangover of his life.
Movement up ahead caught his eye and he bristled, ready to flee at the first sign of danger. However, what caught his eye was not a large terrifying monster, but instead a petite woman with icy blue hair. She was scaling a building as if it were nothing, leaping and grabbing protruding bricks before swinging onto the next hold. She was...magnificent in his eyes. The only thing women back home knew how to grab ahold of were...other protruding things.
He watch transfixed as she made her way to the top with ease. He would almost bet that she had hardly broken a sweat. When she had got to the top she had walked the perimeter of the roof before pulling out what looked like binoculars. How he could even see from this distance was astonishing to say the least, since back home he sat somewhere around the 20/100 range for eyesight. He couldn't take his eyes off her though, it was as if his body felt a pull towards her. Without even thinking his body started to put one foot in front of the other, marching towards her vantage point like a man on a mission. His eyes never left her form so when she locked onto his position he froze. She stared at him, and he saw her mouth part barely before she whipped the binoculars from her face and started frantically waving and pointing. He could see her mouth forming words but he couldn't understand.
Just as he was about to continue closer in hopes of hearing her, something hit him from behind. Pain busted forth at the impact and the world spun as he flew through the air.
When his body finally made contact with something solid, he wished to once again be in the air. With much effort, he brought his hand up to touch his face only to see it bent in a weird angle. Something was dripping into his eyes but he couldn't close them, he couldn't take his eyes off of the monstrosity that stalked towards him. It was solid black, from the curled horns atop its head to the claws that tipped each of its paws. If a ram and a wolf had a baby and then that baby procreated with a solid black polar bear that was then mutated to 10 times it's would be size that thing still wouldn't measure up to what was in front of him. The smell of decay hit him in the face and Miles would swear he saw the creature smile at his flinch.
He didn't want to die.
Closer it stalked, licking its lips and practically purring. It felt confident that soon it would have a snack, one that didn't even have the guts to fight back.
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It was standing above him, heat radiating off its body. Miles felt like he was being cooked alive from the inside out and any tears he shed now would surely evaporate. He tried to raise his hands again, even in their broken and pitiful state he hoped to do what he had done before, but no flames left his body.
Looking up into eyes blacker than the deepest pits Miles gritted his teeth and jutted out his chin. If he was going to die, he refused to scream and beg at an animal. He once again found himself staring up into a maw lined with razor-sharp teeth and closed his eyes in resignation.
While waiting for the pain that signified his end, he instead found himself drenched in a warm liquid. His eyes opened of their own accord and the grizzly sight that met him was beyond his expectation. Many sharp spears of ice impaled the creature, its black eyes looking dull with death as it hung suspended. Blood pooled below it and slid down each of the rods made of ice.
Even with this horrifying scene in front of him, Miles couldn't take his eyes off of one specific part. The girl he had seen before stood atop the creature, a grim look on her face as she sized him up. Leaping down with ease she walked towards him without even making a sound, despite the various object that littered her path.
He wanted to ask her name, to ask her how she had done what she did, and to thank her for saving his life, but the words that left her mouth in the next moment shocked him into silence. "That should have killed you, so why aren't you dead yet?"