Mariah Carey Boat Design Company

Chapter 1

Mariah Carey crawled out of the cave at sea she had slept in the night before. It was a chilly morning, a light breeze spraying the coast with a freezing ocean mist. Today she left her gun and machete behind. Mariah had outgrown them, the way a human child may outgrow their training wheels. She left no tracks in the sand as she walked. Each clawed foot sat atop the pearly white moonlit sand like a gecko walking up a wall. Her acute hearing alerted her to a jogger coming her way, about half a mile ahead of her. She retreated into the ocean and waited.

The fourteenth color, Asueve, quickly came into her vision. The jogger was wearing a bright fluorescent mix of Asueve and Benth, which glowed in the fog.

Mariah Carey waited patiently until the perfect moment to strike.

An American Bobcat can leap up to 12 feet to take down prey. They have reflexes fast enough to dodge a diamondback rattlesnake, which has a strike speed of 2.95 meters per second. In short bursts, they are capable of running 30-35 miles per hour.

Mariah Carey is not a bobcat. She exceeds the bobcat's abilities.

Mariah Carey can leap up to 36 feet. She has reflexes fast enough to catch bullets (travels at 2500 feet per second). Her strike speed is 74 meters per second and is capable of running 98 miles per hour. Mariah Carey even has a bite force of 5,000 PSI, which outmatches the great white shark with a bite force of 4,000 PSI.

She lunged out of the water, catching the jogger in her mouth before the water droplets ever hit the sand. She quickly receded into the ocean and tore into him with her bladelike claws. Chunks of the man's flesh floated around her. The water was more red than black. In a matter of a few minutes she had consumed the jogger's entire body, bones and all. Mariah Carey had satisfied her bloodlust for now. She receded into the deeper waters, gracefully swimming into the deep sea. Once the sun rose high enough to cast light on her back, she returned home to the cave on the beach. She bedded down into the sand as aquatic plants slid off of her skin.

Mariah Carey slept for four days straight. When she awakened, frost had begun to form around her nose and eyes. The warm cave she lived in was now encased in icicles, glittering in the morning light. A sharp jab in her side caused her eyes to fling wide open and she craned her neck to look around. A beam of white light was cast on her face.

"Ma'am? Do you have a home?"

Mariah Carey emitted a low, rumbling growl.

She swung one arm into the intruder's leg, knocking him off of his feet. She then let out a screech that perfectly matched the high note in the banger song she would soon write called "All I Want For Christmas Is You" Mariah Carey pinned him to the ground and bared her multiple rows of teeth.

It was a police officer, clad in navy blue. He wriggled out of her grasp, walked out of the cave, and turned his back. He said something on the radio, which Mariah would have heard, however her acute hearing was dulled because she was so tired.

Mariah scuttled on the ground once again and lunged forward faster than a diamondback rattlesnake (2.95 m/s), clamping her jaws down on the officer's leg. She had already eaten four days ago, and was not feeling hungry, so she gradually released him. Mariah retreated back into the cave like a crab and forced herself into a rock crevice. The color and texture of her skin shifted to match the rock perfectly.Mariah was completely invisible.

There was a wanted serial killer in the small coastal town of Los Angeles. Of a town of 4 million people, it was known as quite a unique village, with a few cozy homes here and there. Despite what you may have known, Los Angeles does not mean 'The Angels'. It actually means 'Town with a serial killer named Mariah Carey in it'. Maybe if everyone had known this, the police investigation would have been much faster.

Mariah Carey uttered a bone-chilling hiss.

The policeman left the cave.

The sun was at its highest in the sky. The sand was burning hot, and the waves rocked back and forth towards the shoreline. There was a rhythm to it, which kept the beat to the steady song of the sea. Mariah Carey's acute hearing could hear this slow lull. The notes kept pulling her back to the water time and time again.

"I don't want a lot for Christmas....." The water quietly spoke to her. The wind tossed her hair and began to howl.

No human could ever hear this song. Only the animals, who would eternally live their lives in the timeless sea. Mariah Carey knew one day, she would bring the song to the ears of the people she preyed upon.

Mariah dropped to all fours and ran from the shoreline. Her evil tails trailed behind her as she ran into the streets of Los Angeles.

She barged straight through a shitty caricature drawing stand and tackled a small dog with curly white fur and red eye crusties. She bit the leash it was held by cleanly in two pieces and punched the dog into Nevada. Mariah Carey began to foam at the mouth.

This was a normal day for the people of Los Angeles. No one called the cops. Mariah stumbled out into the middle of the street.

A truck lurched forward and rocked back as it screeched into a stop. It was too late. With a heavy thwack it collapsed into Mariah Carey, leaving a Mariah Carey shaped dent in the hood. The entire truck crunched into itself as the immovable object Mariah stared with a blank face.7iogyui9juhbgvhyuji9juhygfvdcxdefrtyujnhbgvcxzaswdefrgthyjukilokijhgfdsazswdefrgthyujikol;plokijuhygtfrdefrgthyjukilo;polikjuhygtfrdsxz Mariah Carey stopped the truck before it could continue by forcing her shoulder into the bumper. Her skin had not bruised in the slightest. She walked off. Mariah ducked into a store to hide from the commotion. She had not noticed the business she entered.

The quiet hum of the flickering fluorescent lights was a relief to hear. The carpet was slightly damp and the walls were a monotonous yellow. The room was small, with the door and windows at the storefront pulling shadows into the room on a cloudy day. There was a plastic table leaning against one wall, gray with black flecks.

Mariah Carey turned around.

The words BOAT DESIGN COMPANY were painted on the large window.

One single sheet of paper lay on the gray table. Mariah breathed in. The air smelled musty and a little like microwaveable meals that had been left in the microwave for three days. She stepped closer to the paper and read what was on it.

Boat designers needed... Boat Designer Licensed applicants only....

Mariah was not Boat Designer Licensed, but she could do anything. So she decided to get her license. It was the only license she would ever need in life, because Mariah Carey did not need a car because she can run faster than any land mammal currently walking the earth.