Chapter 13-1

Charles's POV As grotesque as the scene in front of us looked, the smell was worse. You could practically taste the metallic scent of blood in the air from how strong it was, with anything else in the immediate vicinity instantly drowned in its intensity. I found myself having to breathe open mouthed as to try and lessen the sickly smell, fighting my gag reflex as I stared in morbid shock at the astronaut in the middle of the clearing. Shaking I watched the banshee tear into him, unable to blink as the impossible amount of blood continued to splutter and pool. The red stained his clothes and skin as the ground beneath slowly grew darker, spreading like a disease and seeping into the land until eventually the only thing that had retained its colour was the oversized helmet; still on his head and facing directly towards the crowd as if to perversely mock us. There was so much blood... By the time we'd reached the clearing i