DΙͺα΄Κα΄Ι’α΄α΄ Cα΄Κα΄Κ β #43B7BAx-β"Watch out!" Eden grabbed the little boy
TΚα΄α΄Ι’Κα΄ Cα΄Κα΄Κ β #A0C544x---βthat stood in the way of the shade, her arm
βββββββββββββββquickly wrapping around his waist, scooping up the frail child and jumping behind a wall of safety as the giant, two-story shade crushed the surface the two were just standing on. The impact with the dark limb and the ground caused a brief shaking below. The little boy being shielded by the gun woman was screaming and crying, and she urged him to run in the opposite direction, and he did, quickly scramming from the scene.
Eden could hear the creature's moaning, seeing the dark colors in front of her eyes. Synesthesia was a pleasant thing to have, but only in certain cases with people, not demons that searched to hunt and kill, given the chance. She hated hearing it, and it made her nervous, clutching her gun tightly in both her hands, shivering just slightly out of the fear that she could get hurt or injured.
Why did she take on such jobs if she was afraid of death? Because she needed the pay, and there were people needing to be protected. Everyone was afraid of death. She was just more afraid of it than others.
Eden was a coward, most people knew that already. She was terrified to do anything dangerous, and when she decided to take a job, she wasn't the most reliable unless it was a critical situation, but even then, it was rare.
That's what she hated most about herself, the fact that she was hardly any help except for those few moments when she really proved herself. But... the rest of the time, she waited in the shadows, often letting her courage build while a battle raged hardly ten feet from her.
Eden glanced back at the pile of bloodied bodies not too far away. It killed all those people... There was even a child amidst the group. Sickening. Disgusting.
While these thoughts were in her head, another hand smashed into the ground just beside her, and a dark face turned the corner to stare down at her with a spiked, elongated neck. Shades weren't always scary, but the ones that were tended to look like something out of a nightmare. Seeing it's dark, beady eyes caused Eden to pick herself up and sprint right beneath it- it was a weak spot she had realized after watching it for long enough, but that didn't make her feel any more safe.
As she sprinted down, eventually reaching behind the damned thing, she stopped and quickly steadied her aim with her left arm, her eyes carefully narrowing down on the center of its distorted face. Once it's arm moved out of the way and the creature's gaze was fixated on her, she fired, and a bullet lodged itself right between its eyes. Of course, the job couldn't be done that easily.
The shade flailed, only seeming to grow more and more agitated by the second after having been shot. It'd take more than a bullet in the head to kill something of that size and power.