The first impact felt like hitting the wrong kind of air.
Not empty.
But not solid either.
The bullet from Leonard Graves' weapon sparked as it touched the creature's body creating ripples, not wounds. Small lights glimmered around its unstable form, then vanished as if absorbed by something deeper.
Richard Blackwood did not stop.
One step forward.
Second shot.
More precise.
Closer to the center of the distortion.
The creature jolted.
Not from pain.
But from disruption.
"He's starting to lock in his form!" Daniel shouted from behind.
His hands moved quickly over the device.
Waves of frequency were emitted.
The air in the lobby trembled.
Lights flickered wildly.
The creature.
Paused for a moment.
Its previously fluid body.
Began to tense.
Faint lines appeared.
Like bones trying to take shape.
The child stepped forward.
Their gaze unwavering.
"We force him to stay here…" they whispered.
Cables on their body shifted.
Burrowing into the metal floor.
