Waiting for his death to come, the pilot closed his eyes and shook in fear. But death never came.
No pain, no blood, no cracking bones. Nothing.
Opening one eye tentatively, he realized the creature was still right before him, maw wide open, but something wasn't right.
It was shaking in place, almost like it couldn't go further.
One of its eyes had gone from pitch black with a vivid red iris to a regular white eye, but with a bright golden iris.
"NO!" another trilling voice left its mouth, this one more high-pitched.
The creature jumped back, suddenly grabbing its head and screeching.
The pilot felt something pull in his chest, like a part of him was being torn away. It hurt like crazy; the pain sending him into shock and passing out.
The creature shrieked several times before its head snapped away from the plane.
In its almost all-blue vision, another red spot had appeared.
