Nefretiri
I was scared.
It's not the first time I've felt the emotion, but it was a rare moment where the thing I feared was me. The Bull wasn't making things up. Somehow, this creature, now chasing us, had been born from me. I didn't know how, but it was so powerful that I knew it was old. This was something I had fed for a long time. The suppressed rage I'd never dealt with allowed me to fester and become something alive.
I had to face it and didn't know if I could.
How do you fight what you don't understand? Maybe you can get lucky, but my number's up when it comes to that. So, what's the answer? Honestly, it's hard enough to come up with a solution when you're not under pressure. Still, it's a different story when a colossal beast targets you. Worse, he didn't care who he hurt in the process.
Does that mean I don't care either?
"Nefera!" Ivan cries out, the Bull's horns nearly cutting the back of my calf off. "Greg! Get her out of here!"
