Mike to the rescue

Dumas staggered, the shotgun in hand. From the darkness, I saw the faint glow of a cigarette. My creature held me tightly and stood up. Dumas held his stomach and had to use the shotgun as a crutch.

"Dames, " he said "always ruin everything." He dropped to a knee and let the shotgun fall. I saw the wound then. A golfball sized hole showed on his chest, right where is heart should be. He casually touched it in his nonchalant manner, and went down to all fours, and then to his belly, and then to his grave.

Mike stepped out of the shadows, a big bandage on his left arm, his big .45 in his right hand. He leveled it at the creature. "Pris. Step away." He said. I looked at the creature. The embers blazed to life in its eyes. It stood up, impossibly tall.

"No, Mike, Don't!" I yelled, reaching from the ground. It lunged at him impossibly fast swiping with its hand. I saw a shower of red explode from Mike's stomach and then it's head exploded as he jammed into deep into its eye and pulled the trigger three times. It vanished in a whisp of smoke, and I started to cry and sob. Mike dropped to a knee and held his guts in.

"You sonofabit.." was all the goon got out of his mouth before Mike raised his gun and blew his head off, the hooded figure skidding away in the darkness with a pulped up skull.

"Did I mess up, angel?" He asked, as if he were thousands of miles from me. I looked at him with tear-filled eyes.

"Yeah, Mike. I think you did." He grunted, and stood up. He glanced back at me, naked and dripping in the circle, and limped away into the darkness. I sat there for a long time, sobbing.

A smooth hand touched my shoulder. It was Valerie. She didn't say a thing, just handed me the book, and walked away. I clutched it to my chest, and got up and ran after Mike.