Prompt word: Night
Word count: 299
He loved the night. It was on his side. It made it easier to accomplish his task.
He prowled down the alley, moving towards the house.
Suddenly he stopped dead, sniffing. People! Two of them. He frowned. The villagers had not ventured outdoors after dark for over two months.
Find them. The voice in his mind hissed. He changed direction, heading towards the scent.
He halted as he saw a bright blue light in front of him.
"Haven't you got a better torch than that?" asked a woman's voice irritably.
"I'm not using it as a torch, Donna." replied another voice. "This is a delicate instrument."
"It's a little tube that makes funny noises."
The man began to reply, when the light flashed, and there was a flare of brilliance.
He hissed as the light shone into his eyes. He didn't like light.
"Oh, but that's beautiful!" cried the man, leaping forwards.
He was answered with a growl.
"It looks like one of those things off I am Legend" the woman muttered. " I wouldn't call that beautiful."
The man waved his hand at her. "No, no, I mean, look at him! It's incredible."
"Yeah, incredible how you seem so excited when he looks like he's about to go for your throat."
"I meant – well, look! Genetically manipulated! It's under remote control!"
He didn't like this at all. He leapt forward, quickly as a striking snake. But the man was faster. He fell back, writhing on the ground, as the man raised the blue light.
"I'm sorry." the man told him. "But I have to do this. You're killing people. I can't let this go on. "
As his eyes dimmed, he looked up at the shadowed face, and realised he had found a night that wasn't on his side.