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Jiggity · 2006-01-22T23:25:05Z

He could smell the fear on the child, from his vantage point on the roof, as it walked down the alley. It was a heady smell...full of promise; the promise of death. Silently shifting position he began to stalk his prey, delighting in its oblivious nature and anticipating the moment, the feeling; as he tore it to pieces. Just the thought made him salivate, causing his pointed sharp teeth to gleam in the night. Hearing the child's heart beat increase frantically he smiled as he knew it had sensed him. It would know something was wrong, sense it with that indefinable instinct all prey were endowed with...yes, the child knew it was being hunted. He saw with the keenest of eyes; eyes that told him the child was approaching a crossroads in the dark, twisted warren of alleys that it had mistakenly entered and got lost in. It was a fatal mistake. With the supreme confidence of a born killer, he knew that was the place in which he would feast on the sweetness of innocence. Emitting a soft, dark chuckle, he tensed iron hard muscles and prepared to spring. A moment passed...then another...and then a dark shadow launched into the air. The shadow hung for moments, seemingly defying gravity as it lay suspended in mid-lunge; a dark blotch against the blue-black sky, before plummeting down. Somersaulting in mid-air, with his tattered black cloak fluttering all about him; he was a picture of predatory grace. He landed lightly, amid the steamy clutter of human filth, with his back to the stunned and terrified child. He could have ended it there…but that wouldn’t have been terribly exciting, no, he wanted to play a game. Turning his head to the side, he hissed one word: “Run.” He watched as the child turned without another word and ran. He smiled and licked his lips with relish, as a fresh wave of intoxicating fear flowed back to him. Throwing back his head he roared his merriment to the night sky. Oh yes, the Hunt was on. Wheeling about, he snarled and gave chase. Adrenalin was pumping throughout his body, energising him; making him stronger. His forked tongue slithered out, from moment to moment, tasting the rare delicacy that is a child’s fear. With muscles pumping, veins visibly straining against his pallid, grey skin and a wild tangled mane of darkness snaking down his back; he was a chilling sight. A keen observer might have noticed that at times his form would blend and meld into darkness, but a casual onlooker would see only a shape appearing and reappearing at odd intervals...slowly gaining on the fleeing child. He was so filled with bloodlust that he didn’t notice that for a lost and terrified child, the boy was surprisingly purposeful in his movements...

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Thu Jan 26, 2006 10:59 pm

Jiggity says... · Thu Jan 26, 2006 10:59 pm

Thanks a lot fishr, I'll get to fixing those errors.
Also, with the jaw-snapping part; if you went to take a large bite out of something and missed, wouldnt your teeth click together painfully? I know mine would.
As to wether it could become a book...it has the potential thats for sure, and i may (later on) even give it a go, right now however, im just writing it for your and my own entertainment.
There's always that possibilty though.

Thanks a lot, ppl.

Mah name is jiggleh. And I like to jiggle.

"Indecision and terror, thy name is novel." - Chiko

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Fri Jan 27, 2006 3:05 am

Fishr says... · Fri Jan 27, 2006 3:05 am

Also, with the jaw-snapping part; if you went to take a large bite out of something and missed, wouldnt your teeth click together painfully? I know mine would.

Aw, ok. I guess I didn't make that connection. My bad.

Thanks a lot fishr, I'll get to fixing those errors.

It's my...er... our job.

You're welcome.

The sadness drains through me rather than skating over my skin. It travels through every cell to reach the ground. I filter it yet strangely enough, I keep what was pure and it is the dirt that leaves.

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