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All the floors in
my house were hardwood. I wanted to be able to hear if someone was
sneaking around my house. Slowly I opened the door, and peered down
the dark hallway. I counted two more doors in the hallway, so far
so good. I silently moved to the first door, another bedroom,
clear. The next door opened up to a bathroom, clear.
    I peered over the rail
into the darkness below. I could see into the living room. My
monster was still pacing. All he had to do was look up, and he
would see me. Moving back from the rail, I disappeared into the
shadows. Hugging the wall, I moved quietly towards the stairs. It
was at the top when my luck finally ran out.
    He saw me and with a
scream of rage, charged up the stairs towards me. As I waited for
him I braced one hand against the wall and with the other hand, I
gripped the stair rail. When he was close enough, I kicked him as
hard as I could in the face. With a grin, I watched him fly
backwards down the stairs landing on his back. Jumping the rest of
the way down the stairs, I landed in a crouch near my monster and
stood up quickly.
    He leapt to his feet
dripping blood on the carpet. He screamed in my face. I hit him
across the face with a right hook with enough force to send him
crashing into the wall. I took a defensive stance waiting for his
next move. He bounced off the wall and charged me. With a
well-practiced front kick to the chest, I sent the bastard flying
backwards again. He hit the wall and crumbled to the floor. Slowly
he stood up stopping to take several deep breaths. He looked at me
and sniffed the air.
    I watched him.
    “You smell like wolf.” He
said relaxing a little.
    Great now he wants to
talk. I watched his bloody lip heal.
    “You must be an Sōkjan.”
He eyed me thoughtfully.
    Now wasn’t that marvelous?
Usually nobody knew who the hell I was, but today everybody
did.
    “I am.” Always keep your
answers short, makes the conversation go quicker.
    “Show me your power,
little Sōkjan.” He commanded.
    His power hit me like a
fist in the chest.
    I took a step back and dug
my clawed feet into the carpet to keep my balance.
    “Can’t you do any better
than that?” I scoffed at him.
    “Show me your power!” He
shouted at me.
    The blast was so hard that
I flew off my feet and crashed through the wall. I went through the
wall, a closet and now lay on the floor in a small
office.
    Well now, that was better.
I groaned.
    A hand reached through the
hole and grabbed my foot.
    Ah, here we go my
turn.
    “Was that better, little
wolf?” He asked, and pulled on my leg, and I let him.
    What he pulled out of the
hole wasn’t a woman or a wolf. I sprang at him digging my front
claws into the muscled flesh on his shoulders. A massive mouth of
teeth covered his face and bit down. Just before, I flew across the
room. I swallowed his cry of pain. He shoved me off of him with a
lot of force, more energy than he should have had. Flipping in
midair, I landed on all four paws against the wall and bounced back
at him. Landing in the space he had just occupied. He had quickly
retreated back into the living room.
    An enormous prehistoric
tiger stalked him, bear-like in build, four feet high at the
shoulder. A mouth full of saber like canines, retractable
velociraptor claws on all four paws, snow-white fur striped in
black and icy blue eyes that held the promise of death.
    I had ripped off half of
his face with my last attack, and his blood covered my mouth and
chest. Licking my lips, I gave him a savage toothy grin. I honestly
do love the taste of blood.
    Still want to play, little
man? I roared at him.
    He laughed, I cocked my
head a little to one side and to my amazement he started shifting.
The overwhelming smell of sulfur filled the air. Bones popped and
cracked, flesh boiled and slid, and black wings grew straight out
of his large back. When he straightened up, the creature stood
nearly ten feet tall with the body of a man on steroids. He was all
back except for his flaming