@igotus is only alien because we call them such.
Food. The thought is primitive, but it rings in my head like an angry bell. When was the last time I ate? Perhaps with my guardian, certainly it’s been long enough for that pointed ache to dig at my chest and stomach. My first thought is to check for dumpsters, but as I pass by restaurants and grocery stores with little luck, a certain alley offers me a pleasant surprise. A small cluster of rats gathered in a corner. Upon my approach, they scatter, leaving behind a body of one of their fallen. It appears fresh for a corpse, and not diseased or desecrated in any particular way. Without much willpower to think of any alternatives, I reach for the thing and turn to leave the alley, returning to the streets. As I walk, I pay no mind to those who pass by, instead enjoying the familiar taste that raw flesh provides.
Whilst I feast, I notice a strange smell, unlike any I’ve ever encountered before. I follow it for a while until I round a corner and come to face a great hulking behemoth of black and white and red stood over a man, or what I presume was a man, given the body’s lack of head. “You… killed.” The half-eaten rat is still clutched in my hand as I stare, mouth slightly agape not in fear, but rather, curiosity. This is the food chain, this is evolution’s highest form, surely. A monster, but beautiful in its way, unlike myself.
In the dark alleyway there were two lifeless bodies. One with a hole in it’s head, a puddle of blood under the body as it lie against the wall and soaked the trash. The other was in their hand, headless. They were too late to save the person now dead in the alley, but that hadn’t meant they couldn’t still rid this city of another senseless killer.
At their surface was rage and hunger that boiled into blinding instinct. Drool and blood dripped from their teeth as their jaws widened around the neck and shoulder of the body they held. Razor sharp teeth broke flesh and bone like butter as half of the torso was devoured in one bite. They turn their head with a snap to the person interrupting dinner, whites of their eyes narrowing as a snarl dribbled drool from their teeth. They drop the body and jump, landing heavily in front of their interruption.
They meant to take a bite of him too, and they would have if the smell of him hadn’t reached their senses. Their jaws snap shut as they recoil with another drooly snarl. “Dead- Rotten..” Not fit to eat, like the man with the hole in his head. They shake their head as their hunger and rage settles. They ate the bad guy, but not before the bad guy killed- Eddie’s voice had been lost the second that happened.
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