I walk out of the deserted warehouse into the light of noon and run to the nearest dark alleyway, concealing myself safely into the darkness once again. I hear humans talking, breathing, walking, laughing and singing. I see a kind looking woman of about 20 or so years. Young, fresh meat; exactly what I need.
I walk up to her, changing my appearance to a 6 year old girl, clothes ragged and face covered in dust, starting to sob. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but its good acting practice.
“Excuse me,” I spoke between sniffs and tugged on her skirt, “Can you help me find my mummy? I haven’t seen her for days and I’m scared!”
The woman’s face took on an expression of sympathy as she stoked my dirty hair and said softly, “Oh, it’s okay, sweetie! Don’t cry. I’ll find your mummy, don’t worry.”
“Thank you!” I hug her, sobbing.
This is working perfectly! I think to myself. So you can imagine my surprise when she picked me up and stuffed me into the back of her car, gagged and tied.
What kind of messed up 20 year old woman does this?! I think, outraged.
I change back into my usual human form, ripping the ropes in the process. I slice the cloth gagging me with my nail and spit it out.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I say to the woman in a low growl, surprised she hadn’t stopped the car in surprise.
“Taking you to my leader, as you extra-terrestrials would command, eh?” she says calmly.
“I’m not an alien, and if you know what I am why would you say that? Or do you really believe aliens exist?” I say, my hands crawling closer and closer to her neck.
She ignores my hands and carries on driving.
“Yes, but you’re not human. I suggest you sit nicely and put a seatbelt on until we get there,” she says in that still-calm tone.
Where the hell is ‘there’? Wherever it was, I wasn’t going to wait around to find out. She was seriously pissing me off.
“That’s it!” I growl and grab her neck, causing her to swerve and crash into a nearby car.
I snap her neck and thrust the dead body into the passenger seat, fuming with anger.
“Bloody humans ,” I snap, disgust dripping off of ‘humans’, except there wasn’t any blood dripping off this one.
“What the hell?” I grab the head by the hair, puzzled.
I sip the fluid leaking out the neck and do a spit-take. Urgh, Oil! Wait what; oil? I tear out the jet-black hair to reveal a shiny metal scalp. I peel away the skin, leaving a shiny metal face. I crack open the metal skull to find an intricately wired circuit board.
Bloody hell, I’ve just been kidnapped by a robot.
