Imposture (DI Gardener 6)

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