"Hic hic… Waah waah."
"What are you doing? You're supposed to be a hero!" the woman screamed as I pressed her head down to the ground with my boot. "Give me my baby!"
"This thing," I said, raising the squirming, crying bundle in my hand, "is this even a baby?"
I raised the blade of calamity to its neck, making it look like I was about to slit its throat.
"NOOO!!"
There it was—the voice that seeped out wasn't human. It was sharp and twisted. As I suspected, this creature that was carrying itself like a young mother wasn't even human in the first place.
Whatever it was, it was weak, barely putting up a fight against my boot pressing down on its head.
With the least amount of effort, I could crush her head like it was nothing.
"What are you?" I asked, not mincing my words or raising my voice. "Tell me the truth, or I'll slit this baby's throat."
