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scurry across its surface; sending chunks of concrete and shattered glass from demolished windows raining to the sidewalk in our wake.
    Spider-Man, eat your heart out!
    Better yet, let us eat it FOR you!
    Trying to evade our approach, the mutt takes a hard right onto the next street—his still-misshapen legs fighting to make the turn and throwing his left shoulder into a parking meter that cries under the force and keels over like a tired drunk; an eruption of coins spilling out into the street with a metallic clamor that hurts our ears and makes us lose our grip on the wall. Before we hit the ground, something dark and nimble buried deep down inside of us writhes free of a crevice in our mind long enough to twist and rotate our cursed body in unholy ways, and somewhere in between the three meter drop and we land on all fours. Then, as fast as it had emerged, the nimble thing crawls back into hiding and lets the out the hunter; the part of us that craves the satisfaction of seeing the therion bound within his own insides for insulting us!
    We scramble around the corner, moving like a bat out of hell and tearing chunks of the sidewalk up as the claws on our hands and feet dig through it to gain traction. Finally stable, we watch as the therion finishes his transformation and, seeing all the confidence in his aura replaced by blind desperation, hurls his new form into the air and reaches with dark talons for the bottom rung of the rusted fire escape above his head.
    We snarl and, tightening our grip on the coin-belching parking meter, rip it from the ground.
    It won't be that easy, sheep-fucker!
    The now nine foot tall monster lets out a startled yelp as our free hand finds its ankle and yanks him back to earth. We draw in the briefest satisfaction as we watch its outstretched claws clenching shut on air as they're denied escape. The satisfaction only grows as a face that now looks like a pitch-black, mutant pit bull meets the pavement and a wet, gurgled whimper follows.
    Yea. Bet he wishes he'd walked away when we'd given him the chance.
    Now we have to kill him.
    The perks of being us!
    We're reminded that premature celebration is a carnal sin as the foot we're still gripping—bursting through the mangled remains of a pair of sneakers—twists free and kicks out, connecting with our jaw and knocking us back as he scrambles to his feet. The world spins for a moment—long enough—and we can't find the control to stop him again as he leaps up and begins to climb the fire escape.
    We roar!
    “ NO!! WE WILL NOT BE DENIED!!”
    His lower torso, ripping through the tortured seams of his shredded pants, dangle for a moment and we hurl the warped parking meter at the swaying target. His left leg finds the rung then, pulling the rest of him up and out of the twisted metal's trajectory and embeds itself in the side of a Corvette parked on the side of the street. A car alarm wails and the lights begin to flash a strobe warning; the piercing rays assaulting our eyes and making the monster that much angrier.
    He's getting away!
    We're losing him!
    We can't have that!
    Our claws find the concrete on their own as parts of us that choose to remain hidden give the orders and soon we're scaling the wall. Before long we spot the therion's aura three levels up as he struggles to guide his massive frame over a platform meant for somebody half his size and weight. His delay is our invitation, and we cackle euphorically as we grasp the platform below him in our determined claws and begin to rip the iron from the wall. Metal shrieks as once secure bolts begin to relinquish their hold and finally succumb entirely to our demands and fall free; the platform groaning as it begins to fall away.
    The therion whimpers through his broken and bloodied jaw as he clutches the railing of the collapsing platform. Before long, the groaning ladder securing it to the next takes hold and the chaos is halted. Seeing his chance and wasting no time in assessing it,