"When the rain falls, death is coming. When the rain falls..." The refrain looped perpetually on my lips. "Let the rain fall, let it fall... Let me fall..."

Was the ritual over? Were they all finally dead?

Everything was drenched in blood. Or maybe it was just the leftover acrid scent overwhelming my throat and nose. I couldn't recall a time when the air didn't reek of death.

Had there ever been a before, or was that just another withered dream induced by manic lack of sleep?

"Where are you off to, little whelp?" Red Spider's grizzled voice thundered from across the bloody bog.

No, it wasn't over. One still lived and the sky really was raining blood.

I unclamped my hinged sickle and let the adjoining chain slide through the palm.

"Come now, little one," the old hunter cackled in the distance, raising his titanium bow up to his pupil-less silver eye. "It's time for one of us to claim their prize."

I closed my eyes and let my innate senses take control. There was danger in letting go, but at this point, there were no more innocent bystanders to worry about.

Just two killers and a few seconds before one of them died.