The Monsters – Flash Fiction

I saw myself in the reflection of the Beast’s eyes.

The fires from the building were getting hotter. Dry wood going up in cinders around us. None of that mattered though.

We exchanged gazes for what felt a long time, but in actuality was only a split second, before we both made our move. Me with silver sword in hand, and it with diseased talons.

A lethal dance in the flames as our weapons found their marks.