Finding Darkness

Chapter 12

When I manage to pull myself out of the trance, night has settled in. I grin. Finally! I get up swiftly and fly through the window. At night, I have no worries of being spotted, but I make myself invisible to humans. Just for a sense of security, I guess.

I fly upwards and soar through the sky, feeling free. Nothing beats traveling hrough the air at night. It's one of the only things I enjoy at the Human World. After a few hours of freedom, I decide to have some fun. Cause some panic among those lowly creatures.

I drift silently among the houses in the nicer part of Heartland City and pick one at random. It's a fancy, two-story building with tall windows on the bottom floor, shorter windows at the bottom, and a door that's clearly mahogony. How these people got it, I have no idea. I float upward to one of the top windows and peek in.

Two children, possibly four or five and clearly twins, sleep peacefully, completely unaware of the danger outside thw window. They lie in one big bed, the girl snuggled against the boy. How cute. Too bad they only had four or five years of life.

I sink back down to the first story. I feel my body start to melt, staring with my feet. I close my eyes and feel my agile body melting, my fingers joining together, my arms becoming my sides, my entire body molding into one sole thing. The last to go is my head and neck. I have time to grin before I'm completely transformed.

What used to be my body is now just a puddle of mobile goo. In this form, I can slip through cracks like the bottom of this expensive door, which I do immediately. I slip and slide with ease through the crevice. Once I'm through, I mold myself back into my original form, starting from bottom to top. I flex my limbs, testing for correct and easy movement. I stretch my fingers and arch my back, roll my neck to bring feeling back, and blink a few times to return sight.

I reach my senses to any human life in the household. So, the children and adults are close to eachother. For safety I guess. Foolish humans. Such easy prey.

I stealthily make my way up the flight of stairs. They spiral upward, seemingly never ending. After minutes of ascending, I reach the top. I make my way down the hall, following the steady sound of breathing, which is clear now that I'm in the house and not outside.

I find the parents at the end of the hall, the presence of the children nearby. I smirk before melting into a puddle in front of the adults' door. Once insode, I reform. The male and female share a bed as well, making it easier to acomplish what I want.

The woman shifts in her sleep, making me stiffen. When she remains asleep, I relax somewhat. Damn. I tense so easily. Probably because I'm currently being hunted. 

 I approach them, my tentacles out and at the ready, poised to strike. My weapons close around both their necks when they awake.

"Good morning," I whisper menacingly, smiling insanely.

The woman begins to scream, but is cut off by my tendril tightening around her throat.

The man is quicker though. He snatches a knife on the nightstand that I hadn't noticed and slashes the tentacle around his neck.

I curse loudly. I recoil in pain as the sensation reaches my brain, letting go of the woman while I'm at it. The woman scrambles to the corner of the bed.

I recover quickly, reattaching the broken piece back in place. "Why don't you put the knife down before you hurt somebody, hmm?" I say somewhat insanely because of the pain and with a slight cock of my head to add to the effect. Their shrieks of terror are intensely satisfying, and I laugh like a madman. Maybe that's what I am now.

The children come running into the room, screaming at the top of their little lungs. It makes my ears throb painfully.

"Mommy!" shouts the little girl. I shut her up by whipping around and stabbing my hand into her throat. The mother screams as she watches her five-year-old daughter drown in her own crimson blood. I had no idea human blood is red.