The Device Hunter Excerpt - Chiller

“My boys.” Chiller whined. “My beautiful boys. Help me up.” The boy with the gun spat and gripping the weapon with both hands lifted it higher, tilted his head and looked down the barrel. His eyes gleamed. Standing shoulder to shoulder, with their prey at their feet, the boys seemed to merge into one animal whose scales rippled over tight muscle as it moved. They smiled; feral, ugly and filled with delight. Chiller stared up at them. His flabby hand hung uselessly in the air. For once, real fear began to creep through his flesh. His neck quivered, his grape-like eyes bulged, his mouth flopped open. He moaned.

The circle drew a little closer, cutting out the light.