I thought I had a pretty good idea of where this story was headed, assuming that it ever gets a chance to “head” anywhere given how slow I am. Then I had a thought, which is always dangerous, and it might change the direction, or at least the travel itinerary, of the whole thing. What if we’re the monsters? It’s not an original thought by any means, but what if it’s us? People? What if we stamped out everything that we’d now call “supernatural” with logic and concrete and straight lines in a global game of king of the hill? Any other species that could have threatened our place at the top, we hunted and harassed and drove to extinction. Who’s the bad guy then? Is a vampire worse than a drug cartel? Should we be more afraid of a werewolf or a terrorist cell? If a dragon stormed down Main Street, smashing buildings and crushing cars, is that an invasion? Or retribution?
What if we’re the monsters?
It could certainly put a different spin on a story, realizing we’ve been rooting for the wrong side all this time.