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Silly Ole Bear
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Parasite turned to look at the new boxes on display. To be given presents, isn't that just delightful. He moved over, kneeling in front of his own gift.
What could it be? He needed nothing in particular. Nothing could help him with the gift he already had.
But, as he opened it, seeing a sleeping wildcat, a smile stretched over his thin lips. If nothing else, this Mockingbird had style.
"I thank you," he spoke to the disembodied voice from above, as his hands went down to grasp at the cat's fur. It woke up at once, crying out at his touch. Something small moved inside of it, making way as he took everything from this poor beast. It tried to sleepily swat at him with one clawed paw, but it was too late. By the time that claw came back down from its swing the cat was already dead.
And now, Parasite could see.
His eyes had slanted in the transformation. Cat eyes. The shadows were no longer shadows, but lightened corners of the room now. He glanced up at the rafters, seeing nothing more than a P.A. system this Mocking Bird was using to talk to them.
All of his rivals he could make out clearly as well, and if he closed his eyes to listen, everyone and everything in the warehouse and beyond. Some bum slept just outside the east wall, a couple of mice fought over some crumb of food they found. A racoon stared intently at them from the rooftop, curious enough to stop what it was doing for the night and look at them.
Yes, a present indeed. It would be gone by morning, but for now, the enhancement and the power is all he needed.
What could it be? He needed nothing in particular. Nothing could help him with the gift he already had.
But, as he opened it, seeing a sleeping wildcat, a smile stretched over his thin lips. If nothing else, this Mockingbird had style.
"I thank you," he spoke to the disembodied voice from above, as his hands went down to grasp at the cat's fur. It woke up at once, crying out at his touch. Something small moved inside of it, making way as he took everything from this poor beast. It tried to sleepily swat at him with one clawed paw, but it was too late. By the time that claw came back down from its swing the cat was already dead.
And now, Parasite could see.
His eyes had slanted in the transformation. Cat eyes. The shadows were no longer shadows, but lightened corners of the room now. He glanced up at the rafters, seeing nothing more than a P.A. system this Mocking Bird was using to talk to them.
All of his rivals he could make out clearly as well, and if he closed his eyes to listen, everyone and everything in the warehouse and beyond. Some bum slept just outside the east wall, a couple of mice fought over some crumb of food they found. A racoon stared intently at them from the rooftop, curious enough to stop what it was doing for the night and look at them.
Yes, a present indeed. It would be gone by morning, but for now, the enhancement and the power is all he needed.