He stood up straight, nearly dropping the mace.
“Oh, fuck…”
Regaining a little composure he eased off the top, raising the syringe in his right hand as high as it would go.
The flashing of a light
Slashes through the night
Changing colours in the face
You meet a stranger’s eyes
Gripping like a vice
Noises shouting out a face
Superstitious feeling
Running all around my head
Superstitious feeling
I don’t know why but I think that I’d be better off dead
Oh yeah
The words were haunting him. There were plenty of flashes of light and changes of colours.
Anthony took a deep breath, preparing himself.
In a split second he ran around the mirror; the lights suddenly dimmed, momentarily obscuring his view.
He raised his left hand and sprayed the mace into his opponent’s eyes.
A scream followed, hands gripping a face.
Anthony drove the syringe into Roger’s shoulder and pressed the plunger all the way home. He hoped that whatever was in there was enough to kill a dinosaur.
There’s trouble up ahead
My mind is flashing red
And evil’s just around the bend
You’re in a cold embrace
Lost without a trace
It’s getting very near the end
Superstitious feeling
Running all around my head
Superstitious feeling
I don’t know why I think I’m goin’ outta