The sound from the alley was not a growl.
It was worse.
It was the wet, patient noise of something breathing through a wound.
Ari turned first. Kentaro did too, a fraction of a second later, which told Ari more than his perfect posture ever could. Whatever was in that alley had gotten under his skin.
The dead Terido at their feet shuddered again. Rain slicked its black hide. Its limbs twitched like they were remembering how to move. Then the body split along its spine with a nauseating crack, and something pale and narrow pushed out from within it.
Not a second beast.
Something wrong.
It unfolded itself from the husk in jagged motions, all elbows and needle-teeth, its skin translucent enough to show faint light pulsing under the surface. Like a lantern made from meat. It faced the street, then them, and its head tilted with almost human curiosity.
Kentaro went still.
Ari did not.
“On your left,” Ari snapped.
Kentaro reacted just in time, throwing another barrier up as the creature launched. It hit the shield hard enough to fracture the air around it. The barrier cracked. Kentaro hissed through his teeth, boots sliding back half an inch.
Ari grabbed the fallen sign again and swung at the creature’s exposed side. The impact should have broken bones. Instead, the thing folded around the blow like wet paper and snapped back, claws raking Ari’s jacket open from shoulder to ribs.
Pain flared hot and immediate.
“Still think this is a normal Terido?” Ari shouted.
Kentaro’s eyes flicked to the thing’s chest. “No.”
That was all he said, but it landed heavy.
The creature shrieked and vaulted upward, skittering along the side of a building with terrifying ease. It stuck to the wall, then the ledge, then vanished over the roofline.
Not fleeing.
Hunting.
Ari looked at the corpse again. The torn shell of the first Terido had already started to go slack, as if its body had only been a cover. Their stomach turned.
“Tell me that is not what I think it is,” Ari said.
Kentaro stared at the alley. “I’ve never seen one do that.”
“Comforting.”
Sirens were getting closer now. Red and blue light washed across the broken street. S.U.P.E.R. drones buzzed overhead, recording everything, probably already building a clean version of the truth for the public.
Kentaro looked up at them with open disgust.
Ari caught it. That mattered.
“You should go,” Ari said.
Kentaro let out a dry laugh. “After that? Absolutely not.”
Then, quieter, more honest than Ari expected: “If that thing got out of the district, my father will call this contained. Which means it isn’t.”
Ari studied him. “You hate that word.”
“I hate what it covers.”
Before Ari could answer, a scream ripped through the next block.
Both of them moved.
They rounded the corner and found a transit platform torn apart, benches split, glass everywhere. A woman was on the ground, shielding a child with her body while one of the pale things clung to the ceiling above them like a spider.
Kentaro raised his hand.
Ari grabbed his wrist.
“Wait.”
He looked at them sharply.
Ari pointed to the creature. “See how it’s not attacking yet?”
The thing twitched.
Listening.
The child was crying too loudly. The woman was shaking too hard. The monster was reading the fear like scent.
Kentaro’s face changed.
Ari reached into the ripped pocket of their jacket and pulled out the CX injector.
Kentaro stared. “You already used one.”
“Yeah. And now I’m using my eyes.”
Ari slammed the injector into the woman’s fallen metal cane instead—ripping the casing open. A pulse of pale compound hissed into the air.
The creature recoiled.
Not from danger.
From recognition.
Kentaro saw it at the same time Ari did.
CX wasn’t just a power source.
It was bait.
And somewhere above the city, behind the rain and the sirens and the lies, something had just noticed them.
The pale thing convulsed the instant the CX vapor hit the air.
It did not attack.
It listened.
Its head snapped toward the cloud like an animal catching blood on the wind, and then the whole body changed course with terrifying speed, dropping from the ceiling in a blur of bones and hunger.
Kentaro moved first this time.
No hesitation. No performance. Just motion.
He slammed a hand forward and the air in front of the creature turned hard, a bright pane of force that caught it mid-leap and threw it sideways into a kiosk. Glass exploded. The creature shrieked, high and thin, and Ari felt the sound in their teeth.
“Move the civilians!” Kentaro barked.
Ari blinked once. Then twice.
Then they were already running.
They grabbed the woman by the arm, hauled her and the child behind the platform wall, and shouted for everyone still standing to get low and stay quiet. The child was sobbing. The woman was shaking so badly she could barely hold them.
Ari crouched in front of her. “Listen to me. Don’t run. Don’t scream. That thing wants fear.”
Her eyes widened. “What is it?”
Ari looked over their shoulder at the shattered kiosk.
A shadow moved across the broken glass.
“It’s why we all keep dying.”
The creature hit the ground again, and this time it was faster. It crossed the platform in a blur, not toward Ari, not toward Kentaro, but toward the nearest cluster of people. Three civilians froze. One made the mistake of screaming.
The creature snapped its head toward the sound.
Kentaro cursed and launched another barrier. This one angled wrong, too fast, too wide. It still worked, but Ari saw the strain in his shoulders when it landed. He was strong, sure, but every power had a cost. Every perfect thing did.
Ari snatched a fallen emergency baton from the floor, broke it open, and found the platform control core underneath the casing. Old infrastructure. Old weakness. They jammed the baton into the exposed panel and yanked hard.
The lights on the platform flickered.
Then died.
For a split second, everything went black.
The creature froze.
Not blind. Listening.
Ari’s pulse slammed in their ears. They edged backward, silent, and shoved the CX injector into the open panel. The compound hissed across the wiring, sparking against the ruined electronics.
The creature recoiled hard.
“There!” Ari shouted.
Kentaro did not ask how they knew. He simply pivoted and shattered his barrier straight into the creature’s side. The force knocked it into the open track lane below the platform.
Ari was on top of it before it could recover.
They drove the broken baton down into the exposed joint at the base of its neck. The thing thrashed once, claws carving deep grooves into the concrete. Then again. Then it went still.
Rain poured through the broken station roof.
No one moved for a second.
Then the child started crying again, and the whole world remembered how to breathe.
Kentaro stepped beside Ari, chest rising and falling too fast, rain sliding off his hair and jaw. Up close, the careful calm had cracked. He looked furious. Not at Ari. At the world.
“You knew the compound would draw it,” he said.
Ari looked at the dead thing, then at the smoking panel.
“I guessed.”
Kentaro stared.
Ari met his eyes and didn’t back down. “And now I’m guessing we need to find out why.”
From far above, a drone spotlight swept across the ruined platform.
Then another.
Then a third.
A metallic voice crackled through the station loudspeakers:
“UNAUTHORIZED CX ACTIVITY DETECTED. STAND BY FOR S.U.P.E.R. INTERVENTION.”
Kentaro’s face went cold.
Ari saw it instantly.
Not fear.
Recognition.
Whatever came next, he already knew it would not be clean.
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and then Add to home screen.