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Two webbed fingers were thrust into his open mouth。 The sharp claws lacerated his tongue； and he choked on his own blood。 The beast had a grip on his cheek。 It pulled。 Half his face came away effortlessly leaving distorted bone streaming with blood。 He could not see。 His eyes were being gouged。 Sharp incisions were made to get behind them。 Torn from their sockets。
He prayed for the first tune in his life。 For death。 It came with the slashing of the jugular vein； spouting blood turning his attacker's scales scarlet Tom！ Tom I Are you all right？'
The Slime Beast turned its head。 It saw the woman standing at the top of the stairs。 The bulbous breasts were clearly visible through the semi…transparent nightdress。 It watched her collapse and keel over down the narrow steps lying with her head towards him； breasts now fully exposed。 It recognised them。 The recent flavour。 The slurping tenderness there for the taking。 It turned。 Something halted it Instinct calling from deep within。 pelling a minute brain to obey； to flee； back to the mud。 Safety。
It obeyed unquestioningly。 The moonlit square above it pointed the way。 Minutes later it was standing on the tarmac of the deserted car…park。 The sound of voices reached it from afar。 The easy route back to the sea was blocked。 What did it matter though？ It had no sense of time。
It set off at a lumbering shambling gait。 The sea…wall was visible a mile or so to its right across the stubble…fields。 Safety。
The wounded man found that he could cover no more than ten yards without stopping to rest。 His shirt was a matt of dried blood and his shoulder felt as though it was on fire。 Dimly he recalled his camera lying back there somewhere in the mud。 He grieved its loss； but not for ten such cameras would he have retraced his steps。 That nightmarish creature would live with him for ever。 Indeed he feared that his sanity had already left him。
He had heard the gunfire in the distance。 Then silence。 They must have killed it。 He cursed himself for not having remained in the village。
His strength was failing him fast now。 He could no longer stand upright。 Progress on hands and knees across the marshes of the Wash was slow； really almost impossible。 He wondered if he would ever make it。 Perhaps the gulls and crows would be picking his flesh at dawn。
Someone was ing； heading towards him。 He tried to stand up in order to see over the top of the spike…grass but he fell back again。 He sobbed softly。 Suppose they missed him。 He must attract their attention。 He braced his vocal chords。
'Help！ Help！ Over here。 Please。。。 help me！ '
His voice died away。 He knew that he could neither crawl nor shout anymore。
The footsteps altered course。 His cries had been heard。 He began to sob with relief。
His sanity left him pletely the moment he caught sight of the Slime Beast。 It wasn't even horrible。 It was beautiful。 He couldn't understand why everyone had made such a fuss about it He hated the villagers for trying to kill it。 If only they had offered it the hand of friendship； of course it would have responded。 The pain had gone now。 It hadn't really hurt him。 It had all been in his mind。 He could think clearly now； but the others couldn't。 All it wanted was a friend。 He was surprised to find that he could stand up now。 Easily。 He smiled。 Held out his hand。 He would go back to the village with it。 Show everybody。 Make them feel sheepish。 The soldiers too。
See！ Its hands were out Embracing him。 Claws around his neck。 Ice…cold fetid breath on his face。 Perfume。 He never believed that he would pass out with sheer happiness 。。。
Liz nestled closer to Gavin for warmth as they listened to the firing ing from the distant village。
'Seems we chose the wrong place。'
'Sounds like the army are having the whale of a time up there。' he replied and kissed her。 Tm glad。 It saves us a lot of trouble。'
'Uncle too；' she smiled。 'He'll be livid when he learns they've killed it。'
He laughed softly。
'I'm dying to see the look on his face。'
'Can we really go back to London tomorrow？' she murmured。
'All the treasures of all the kings of England wouldn't keep me here a day longer；' he promised and pressed his lips to hers； his tongue searching out her mouth。
Suddenly he stiffened； and held his head to one side。
'What is it？' The anxiety had returned to her voice。
'I don't know for sure；' he replied； 'but I thought I heard something； down by the mouth of the big creek； probably about a couple of hundred yards away。 Let's watch quietly for a minute。 It may be nothing。'
The minutes passed then they heard a faint stirring of the spartina grass。 A sucking noise such as that made by a Wellington boot being forcibly withdrawn from mud。 The figure of a man was silhouetted against the silvery sheen of the receding tide。 The outline was plain and only too familiar。 Safari…type hat； bushy beard。
'It's Uncle！'
'Yes； it's him all right；' Gavin snapped。 'He must have been there all the time。 Well I think we'll just hang back and let him make his own way to the blockhouse。 Relationships are somewhat strained at the moment to put it mildly； and I've no particular desire for his pany out here at this time of night。 I think somehow that this expedition will be permanently dissolved tomorrow。'
They watched as Professor Lowson gathered up his bundle of netting and set off across the salt…marshes。 In spite of their recent animosity towards him they could not help admiring his agility。
They let him go a distance of about three hundred yards before they decided to follow。
Professor Lowson was seething with anger。 He； too； had heard the shooting followed by the silence。
The fools。 The bloody fools！ The most marvelous scientific discovery of all time was within the very grasp of mankind。 And what did they do？ They blasted it to eternity as though it were a wild animal escaped from a zoo。 Now its origin would never be discovered。 He thought of Gavin's theory； maybe the young fool did have something after all！ A pioneer from another galaxy。 Perhaps another would be sent when this one failed to return； yet it could land anywhere。 He might never have the chance again。
Depression clouded his mind。 The power of which he had dreamed would never be his after all。 Yet； how powerful had the Slime Beast been？ Had it not after all fallen to rifle bullets！ He would have staked his life on the fact that those scales were virtually impenetrable。
He plodded on； his pace slowing。 All was lost。 He looked up。 The moon was less bright now。 There was a paleness in the eastern sky。 The false dawn。 Another half hour and the real dawn would follow。 The night was almost spent。
He changed course slightly to avoid having to wade through a maze of small pools。 The narrow path alongside the reed…beds was the easiest route to take。
The tall rushes were swaying； yet the breeze had dropped。 There was no wind at all。 A les