Issue # 27- A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp
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Mikel coasts into the industrial park with headlights off and anxiety growing. Snow crunches under the Rover`s tires he notes before shutting the engine down. He was banking on the element of surprise here as well to give him the much needed leverage required to stay in control. Tying the handkerchief around his face yet again he wills his blood to cool.

‘Control Rayvenwing’ he reminds himself.

His body aches yet from the encounter with Sister Mary and now he has to face another ani-morph. A quiver of unease lifts the fine hairs of his muscular neck. Approaching Gallo would be difficult since both genders used their intoxicating aroma to seduce their prey then kill them in the throes of their release. The famous black widow had NOTHING on an ani-morph.

The Guardian inhales fresh night air slowly. He was not one to cast stones at the bi-sexuality that was inherent in the race since he had dark predilections well hidden from Ephra, and most assuredly the Princess. His just were not prone to lying with a male.

Yet duty to the Gates led him to this place and so he slips from the Rover while tugging a Glock free. One feeble light illuminates a secured door on the eastern wall of the abandoned clothing factory. A sign of the economic times he thinks moving with stealth despite his size to the closest window. Glass shatters from a leather clad elbow and Mikel gains his entry.

His black Carolina`s land with silent ease inside. Glimmering silver eyes sweep the lower level, his blood ramps faster as he proceeds with caution through a maze of sewing machines. The winter moon`s light is on and off so his gaze moves with speed in constant repetition of the factory floor.

His palm moistens around the handle of his Glock. Wind creeps in the broken pane, kicking up bits of discarded material. Mikel wets his lips under the cotton mask as he locates the metal staircase leading to the second floor offices. Heavy soled boots carrying a male his size and girth make his ascent in silence difficult but upward he climbs, Glock balanced with both strong hands as his mercurial gaze clears the top riser.

Without warning he`s rudely cleared from the stairwell, his shot going wide. Gallo had been lying in wait apparently for his huge feline body now landed on top of Mikel after the Guardian rolls from the jarring collision with a sewing machine.

The Glock skitters across the floor out of reach while Mikel is pinned to the floor by the large male lion, Gallo`s deadly claws painfully deep in both the Guardian’s shoulders. The Undesirable`s musk seeps into his nostrils at the same time the bone-crushing jaws of the great cat clamp around Rayvenwing`s neck, his hands around the tawny throat doing little to stop the pressure now on his larynx.

“I…..come…..propo….sition,” Mikel wheezes while saliva hot and sensuously primal runs down his neck.