Killed traffickers

The dying youth lurched up and grabbed Kessler, his fist tight around the front of his jacket. With the strength wakened at the precipice of death, he pulled Kessler face to face. Seo drew his sidearm, but didn’t fire.
“We followed their howls. Followed the trail of… remains. It ripped apart seven more of us before we brought it to the ground. Just one did that, and the girl said there are dozens more out there. We cut it for hours to draw them out, but it made no sound. I— I do not think it can die. Please kill it. If you can. Then take me from here. Don’t let it have me! Fly my corpse away and throw it into the sea. Hell lives in its eyes.”
He collapsed, eyes wide open and staring straight up into the air, the motion and life in his body evaporated, so that only the husk remained and not the animating force of the man.


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