Nadya's Nights: Road to Vengeance

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Authors: Indy McDaniel
alley.
     
    Only this time it was much larger.
     
    The center mass looked like a kind of dark grey blob with no real features.  A few other tentacles swirled about it, in what Nadya could only assume was some sort of distress.  The tentacle around her neck released and her momentum carried her further into the room.  Her body slammed into the far wall and pain screamed from her wounded side as it struck the hard surface.  She slid to the floor, breathing heavily from her semi-asphyxiation and the blinding pain running through her.  She cringed her teeth and shoved herself to her feet, swaying a bit before steadying completely and turned to the creature.  Surprise filled her face when she heard it start to speak.
     
    “Yyyyyyyou killllllled mmmmoooommmmyyyyy…” the slurred, deep voice bellowed, almost child-like in the way it spoke.  Sadness tinged the words.
     
    “Mommy?” was all Nadya could reply.  The shock of hearing the thing speak was still overwhelming her.  She broke her gaze from the creature to look back to the closet where the dead woman was propped into the corner.  It had to be whom the monster was referring to.  It would definitely explain the half-smirk frozen on the woman’s dead face.
     
    But the thought of the woman spawning this creature just didn’t make any sense.  “She birthed you?  What the fuck are you?”
     
    “Mommmyyyy mmmaade meeee… summmonnned mmmeeee…” the thing slurred.  “Tooo prrrootect mmmoommmmyyy…”  It grew silent for a few moments.  “Faaiillled…”
     
    Nadya smirked.  “I guess you did.”
     
    “YYYYOUUU KILLLLLLED MOMMMMYYYYY!” the creature bellowed again.  This time anger flooded through the words.
     
    Nadya’s attention was drawn back to it just as it lashed out at her with one of its tendrils.  Ducking low, wind brushed through her hair as the tentacle just missed her head, swinging past her.  Nadya spotted one of the dead guards laying not too far away, a rifle at his side.  She ran for the weapon, bending down to scoop it up in her unwounded arm.
     
    Spinning to face the creature, she saw it attempt to swipe her feet out from under her.  Nadya leapt into the air, lifting her feet over the tentacle as it passed under her.  Dropping back to the ground, she raised the rifle, situating the butt of the weapon into the crook of her arm and aimed it at the mass, pulling the trigger.  She released several short bursts of rounds into it and heard the thing emit a cry of sorts.  The mass swirled and seemed to grow larger from the impact of the rounds.  It lashed out at her again, attempting to crush her under another tentacle.
     
    Nadya darted to the side, strafing around the creature.  She unloaded bullets from the rifle into it.  The only effect she saw was the continued swirling of the mass and further bellowing.  She might have been hurting it in some way but she wasn’t slowing it down.  It seemed to be growing ever angrier.  The rifle clicked empty so she hurled the useless item at the monster.
     
    She watched as the weapon hit the center mass and stuck, slowly sucked inwards until she could no longer see it.  Her attention distracted, she almost had her head pummeled by another tentacle, which she ducked under at the last moment.  She neglected to notice the second tentacle coming right behind the first.  It successfully knocked her feet out from under her.
     
    Nadya hit the ground on her wounded side and let out a pained yelp.  She looked up and saw another thick tendril attempt to slam down onto her body.  She rolled to the side, feeling the hard impact just to the side of her.  The wooden floorboards splintered and broke from the force.  Rolling onto her back and flipping to her feet, Nadya looked frantically for some other weapon to use.
     
    She spotted the dead guard that had shot her lying on the table on the other side of the room, his pistol still in his dead hand.  She charged forward, ducking

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