The FreeingMaya narrowed her eyes against the rainbow colored blood that now dripped from her blade, almost swamped the floor and spattered her clothes. The freeing of Paul had been consuming of Maya's energy. The bloody tentacles had kept coming back! Maya snarled to herself as she thought of the ordeal she had just come through. She had done this before but as of yet, no human had survived.The Freeing2 years ago in Writing More Like This
The tentacles, wanting to succeed in taking over a human life form, had not given up easily. They had kept growing, writhing and fighting against Maya. However, the Proxitol had done its work and weakened the tentacles enough that Maya could truly say that they would not come back. Maya swayed on her feet, tiredness pulling at her limbs. She shook it off, for there was only one question on her mind now:
Is Paul still alive?
The blade slipped from Maya's fingers as she fell to her knees to study the prone form that was Paul, lying in a pool of alien blood. She quickly checked for a pulse and breathed a sigh o