The Cost of Salvation

The laser-pistol whined as it fired a shot.  A red-hot, gaping hole appeared in the beast’s throat, edges still glowing from the heat of the bolt.  The head recoiled, roaring in hunger and rage, but before it could strike again another bolt sizzled through one of the thing’s eyes.  For a moment the alien stared at Mallory with one terrible, luminous orange eye and one the pale lavender of the setting sky.