The Spawn

He had had his abilities fail before, but this time was different. Drawing power from the “other place” was different this time. Usually he was like a child dipping his toe in an ocean. This time it was like a wave had surged and soaked him. His senses were fighting to process things they had never evolved to perceive. On the psychic plane some new presence had bubbled up. Lilac with rage and tasting of bile and sewer water. It had manifested close by. And it was aware of him. Somehow they were connected. His use of powers had brought it here. There, to the right! A stone’s throw away. Something was beginning to move. A form hard to make out. A form that defied nature and reason.