The mimic was now bleeding ichor from the gunshot wounds, herded Becky into a corner. Fear etched across Becky's face, she pressed herself against the cold brick wall, her eyes tightly shut.
The mimic, with a palpable defiance let out a chilling snarl. "This is far from over, mortals."
With a sudden burst of speed, it pivoted and sprinted away, leaving the officers momentarily stunned. The alley swallowed the mimic's form as it disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind an eerie silence.
Sergeant Miller an older officer immediately came running after hearing the gun shots with his jaw clenched, addressed the bewildered officers. "Secure the area! Call for medical assistance. And someone get that man!"
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In the chaos that followed, Becky's story poured forth in a torrent of words. She recounted the attack, the horror of seeing Blake trying to murder her.
