The mutant's body slumped in a heap, flesh torn, black ichor hissing where it hit the cracked pavement. Nikolai stood over it, chest rising, steam swerving from his skin. The creature hadn't screamed when it died. It just gurgled, spasmed, then collapsed like a sack of rotten meat.
But the street didn't fall silent.
Something moved beneath him.
He glanced down.
A pulse.
"These damn monsters..."
Nikolai didn't hate himself for being one anymore, but the meaning behind the word when he used it was more like these mutants. Deformed and twisted creatures that held little to no humanity and emotions, and just acted like beasts.
'How will the SSS deal with this outbreak? Hundreds of humans saw the truth...'
He wondered if they would remove them all, or maybe they could remove memories.
