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Trying to roll out of range as he went down, he fought the instinctive urge to switch and turn the wackjob into a tiger snack. He wasn’t worried about this bastard’s sensibilities, but if he landed on the front page of the local newspaper, his clan would be seriously pissed.
“Touch her again and I’ll kill you.”
Marc hadn’t rolled far enough and the edge of the bat caught him just behind his ear. A glancing blow, but enough for stars to burst across his vision for a moment. His skin prickled as he felt the change coming. He shook his head, trying to clear it and stop the transformation. If Delila was pissed off that they had made a scene in her neighborhood with a little bump and grind, she’d go apeshit if Little Miss Next Door Mayberry witnessed a man-eating tiger mauling psycho-dude.
A car turned the corner at the end of the block and he sensed the man’s momentary distraction. As much as he wanted to take his face off, that wasn’t part of his assignment. Pushing himself up to his feet, he sprung around the corner of Delila’s condo, out of sight from the street. He gasped for breath as the pain from his ribs nearly brought him to his knees.
“Running, pretty boy? Keep going, asshole.”
Shit! The damn man just wouldn’t back off. He glanced around. Privacy fences secluded this area and there was a six-foot hedge blocking the street’s view.
Suddenly a bat came swinging through the bush.
“You back there, dickwad?”
Marc quit trying to hold back the change as anger surged through him. It took him to all fours and as the man came around the hedge, he bared his teeth and growled.
The man came to a dead stop, his face went to the color of ash and his eyes were round as marbles. He was a large, hyper-beefed up kind of guy with a buzz cut and a scar just under his left eye. Who looked ready to piss his pants. His threats had died on the air, replaced by high, squeaky sounds.
Time to play. Nice of the rat to come to the cat for a change.
Time to vote: Does Marc’s clan send someone to help him?
Have a great week!
Eve