Little glows started to blossom inside their small pack. Gerard, who had been at the front and was the quickest to weapon-ize gave their prey his first heart-attack. From what had been his right hand was a large gun, a gun that was different from every gun you would ever see. It was a part of him and still held in his hand, a symbiotic relationship that reflected the horror of the world they now gladly crawled through.
"Like her?" He purred gently, addressing the boy who stood not ten feet from them now, shaking like a Mexican-jumping-bean that had been left behind as his friends left for the fiesta. "My mother gave her to me, so no one else is using her. A good gun she is, and one you do not want to be shot with whether you would think it would kill you or not. Oh, yes, she is a very good gun indeed."
The prey felt as though he was going faint then and there, gripping the nearest tall object which happened to just be the wall, he croaked, "Who are you... th... th... things? What do you want with me?"
The four monsters laughed, a laugh much like the one he had heard earlier. Each smile shown and revealed the dis-formed creatures they had become. With Frank's hand, you had a knife that glittered on the blade and the gemstones that swirled around the hilt. Ray's hand that slightly extended to his arm made a large ax that swiveled and crept. Mikey melted into the background, his veins now a bright green for the poison that rushed through them, to come out of his needle-like fingers.
