It was now or never. He couldn't sit silent, couldn't back down now that he was here and one of the city's few sources of true darkness was so close. Others might not have the steadiness of hand to do what was necessary, but he did. It was his Purpose. Nevermind that one of Them had claimed they were not all monsters, that they did not feed, that they were only predatory at the whims of their abductors; it did not justify her words, nor the fact that there had been Incidents.

There was no war cry, no shout of warning, only stillness and then movement as he sprang from his hiding place towards her, pan raised and ready. It was too much to assume the attack would be met with complete success, but he counted on the fact that she would not expect something so direct.



[Mood music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wtigTkBJbLs), in case you're not familiar with Doctor Who soundtracks. Or, you know. This (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mWLO4acMTCM). To cover all the bases.]