Slime-Cycle (Humble Beginnings)

3. The Slime to Start it all

A loud bang erupted from the alleyway, and Clint held the dead body of a man in his arms.

He had just killed a man, and for what. His wallet?

His hands shook as the lifeless body slipped from his arms, hitting the floor with a thump. Blood had splattered onto his gun, and across his hoodie. And now it was dripping into the concrete.

He stood there for a moment before stuffing his gun in his pocket and beginning to drag the body against a wall.

Propping it up against the alleyway wall, he began to search the mans pockets as hastily as possible.

As the man searched the body, only a few feet away, behind a garbage bag, sat slimecicle, watching it all. Just as he always had.

They were a small, green slime, with a stick coming out of them. And as he sat there taking in the situation, a thought struck his mind.

He watched as Clint hudgins from Washington, looked through the pockets of charlie cycle from New York. And they weren't enjoying it.

As clint emptied the last of the bodys pockets, he realised that the guy he shot had been telling the truth. He really didnt have his wallet on him. All he had was lip balm, which he promptly stuffed into his pocket. The guilt hit him when he realised he just killed a man, an innocent person, and he had no good reason too.

Clint took a step back, cursing to himself. He had to get out of there before someone called the police. But then, he felt something on his foot.

He looked down to see it covered in green slime,"What the fuck..?" He whispered under his breathe.

the slime then began to,...pulsate? Move, writhe, wriggle, whatever you want to call it. But after half a second he couldnt feel his foot. The only thing in place of it was unbearable pain. Nothing had ever hurt as bad as this, not even the time he broke his leg in junior high. This was ten times worse.

He let out a scream of absolute agony, as the slime grew, and began to cover the rest his leg. The more of his body the slime covered the less he could feel, it felt like it was eating him alive. Eventually it reached his hips, and he was jumping around on one leg trying to shake or scrape the slime off of him, to no avail.

He couldnt feel his left leg, it was gone, and god it hurt so fucking bad. He slumped against a wall, and tried pushing the slime off of him, but it only kept growing. It moved to his right leg, and in only a few seconds the only thing he felt from his abdomin down was horrible searing pain.

Even though he couldnt feel his legs, in their place was the slime, that had seemingly taken the form of his legs. It kept moving upwards. He felt it eating away at his stomach, until eventually even that was gone.

He was getting light headed, he was beginning to get numb from the pain. He let the tears stream down his face, he couldnt take it. the slime moved higher, and as it reached his chest, he felt his breathing instantly become harder to the point of being impossible. He couldnt breathe, and then, for a split second, he felt his heart stop.

The life in his eyes disappeared. The blood left his face as he slumped against the wall, lifeless. Slimecicle, kept going.

Higher, and higher. Wrapping around his neck. Covering his arms. Slimecicle began to move his legs, stabilizing himself as he finished the job. Leaning against the wall, he slowly covered Clint's jawline, along with his cranium. Until eventually, they moved across his face, and as they covered Clint's eyes, he finished and covered the rest.

What used to be a human man, was now a featureless slimy, humanoid figure. It stood up taller, and adjusted itself against the wall. It stepped away from the wall, only about a foot. Keeping one hand against the wall, its body dripped.

As the slumped figure stood there, out of the slimes head, came a stick. practically materializing out of nothing. And as that happened, two, black bead like objects appeared in place of eyes. They blinked for a moment, as on his chest, three, outlined hearts appeared. He then glanced over to charlie, leaned against a wall.

Charlie sat there, lifeless.

Slimecicle looked over him with a certian sorrow. He began to move his legs. Attempting to walk was a bit of a struggle, but he got the hang of it. As they reached Charlie's body, they crouched down. They're own slime dripping onto his legs.

He looked over Charlie. His glasses. His shirt. His shoes. They looked down to their own feet, and then back to Charlie's. Slimecicles feet moved, and a pattern formed. Soles, the shoe lips, and laces. Then, up from their feet, his legs took a more fabric like form. By their hips, appeared pockets and a zipper. Slowly, more and more over his chest and shoulders, he formed himself to be wearing a short tee. Because honestly, he didnt exactly like the dress shirt charlie had on.

As he sat there beside charlie, he looked across his face. His hair, his mouth, his ears. His glasses. Slimecicle blinked, and formed a pair of large, square glasses on his face. Then, his head began to move and form into short locks of hair.

Slimecicle let out a huff of air as a slit opened on his face. Forming a set of teeth, and a tounge, they moved they're mouth and then closed it once more.

Their eyes then returned to charlie, and to the blood. Reaching a slimy hand towards him, they touched his chest.

Just like he had with clint, they began to cover charlie. But instead of growing bigger, he began to melt. His slime slowly moving over charlie, crawling around him.

they began to dissapear. Slowly, seeping into Charlie's skin. Most of his slime had disappeared around Charlie's torso and legs, and had mostly begun to center around his wound.

Then, in a perfect circle around Charlie, the dust on the ground began to rotate around him. Like it had been picked up by a gust of wind.

Slimecicle had almost completely dissapeared into charlie, when the wind picked up. It was small, like a ring around Charlie's body, but slowly it grew. It reached around the hight of Charlie's head, and it blew, and blew.

Slowly, the wind then turned to a yellowish gold colour. A high pitched shimmering ring in the back of slimecicles mind. And in a gust, the wind disappeared.

Slimecicle was now completely gone. You wouldnt even be able to tell he was there. The bleeding from Charlie's head had stopped, and slowly, charlie took a breathe. He breathed in, and then out again, and he kept breathing the whole night.

There was no trace of what happened to clint. The only thing in that alleyway was a barely alive charlie cycle, a bag and its contents lying on the floor, and various blood stains and splatters.

The night was silent, nothing more could be heard than the silent breathing of Charlie, and the occasional car driving by.

. . .

The only person to come across this mess that morning, had been puffy, Charlie's landlord who seemed very worried to see one of her tenants lying against a wall surrounded by blood.

Slimecicle never spoke, never made their presence known, and never, stopped charlies heart from beating.

And He never stopped watching. One of the only things he had in common with someone he met a long time ago. Someone he never expected to see again.