The Second

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And then the second hatched...

Submitted: April 01, 2018

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The Second
 
The second hatched under a mid-summer, star-laden sky. It tore its way out of its cocoon as if it were suffocating in the membrane's nutritive walls. It came out fighting, gasping for breath and angry, and the mucous turned to steam in the heat that was left over from the soaring temperatures of the day. It unleashed a howl under the moonlight, sending the nocturnal desert creatures running to their safe houses. The howl was not human although its form, in essence, was.
 
It felt rage in the pit of its belly. It should have hatched in the spring but instead it had grown in stature and spite, feeding on the tightening restraint of the ever-decreasing space of the cocoon. Its left eye focused on its new world, and unimpressed with what it saw it fixed its gaze on the glow of artificial lights on the horizon. It watched them dance in a rainbow of colour. It rubbed its ridged finger along its elongated teeth and set out in search of something better, striding across the sands and stones, barely leaving footprints despite its bulk and weight.
 
It arrived on the outskirts of the city thirsty and rabid. It knew to hold itself in check, there would be time to succumb to its base instincts. It swept its eyes up and down the street, and cocked its head in thought as it observed people walking towards a house. It watched them go in, then more came and yet more still. As the last ones entered the house, it walked over to the path. It heard noises that it would soon learn to be music.  It hit the door, imitating the others, which was opened by a man in his early forties. The man's eyes widened as he took in the naked form before him. Too shocked to call out or be scared, just enough beer to dull his reactions as teeth approached his flesh and dug in. It muffled the beginnings of his scream and fed until placated. Full now, it took the man’s clothes just as someone came to the doorway. It hissed at them, too bloated to fight, and ran on towards the lights.
 
Clothed now and ambling down the main street it dripped with sweat as its body pressed against the too small shirt and trousers. Nobody gave it a second glance as people tottered and swayed in front of it, stumbling back to hotels and in and out of casinos hoping there would be a change in fortune with this change of location. It leant against some railings near a fountain, music and light pulsing with the rhythm of the water. It smiled as it took in its new feeding ground. This was going to be easy.


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