Freak

[nekosensei]

Sometimes she went out hunting for them, but that wasn't always in the case. In fact, mostly, they found her.

This particular one was yellow, looked vaguely humanoid and stood about three feet tall. It had long, bony arms and legs. Its eyes glowed red.

"Well...at least it's not a vampire," Morrigan thought, "because those guys are real bastards. "

It was almost two o'clock in the morning, and Morrigan had been in the library doing research for a twenty page essay on Francisco de Quevedo's El Buscón. She had checked out several books just before closing and was headed back to her car across the street when the critter jumped out at her from behind a bush, knocking her to the ground and sending her bag flying. Currently, Critter was on her chest, staring down at her quizzically.

Morrigan and the creature regarded one another for roughly half a minute: Morrigan in astonishment and Critter? Well, Morrigan couldn’t really tell. She hoped it was merely curious. One finger was held up to its mouth. It looked like a person who was thinking.

Critter cocked its head to the side, and Morrigan felt relieved. Thinking it was harmless, she considered sitting up and shooing it off of her as if it were an overenthusiastic cat. Suddenly it opened its mouth in a guttural hiss, revealing black, dagger-like teeth. It wrapped one of its hands around her throat. And there was slime. Lots and lots of slime.

“Nope. Definitely hostile,” Morrigan said to herself.

Her bag. If only she could get at her messenger bag, which was one frustrating inch out of reach. Morrigan closed her eyes and concentrated. She felt that familiar sensation of her mind turning inside out. Then, she pushed, and Gollum went flying. Morrigan scrambled to her knees, grabbed her messenger bag, and fumbled at the clasps. Critter was sitting on the ground with a hand on its head. It was probably trying to figure out what had just happened. Morrigan didn’t think it was particularly bright. Then, it shook its head, pounced onto all fours, and galloped towards her. Morrigan searched the bag, tossing aside books and pages of notes. Finally, her hand closed around the handle just as the critter was lunging towards her throat.

Riiiiiiiiiipppppp

The critter had impaled itself on Morrigan’s obsidian blade. A look of surprise dawned on its face. Morrigan pulled the blade out and raised it, ready to strike again. Gasping, the creature fell to its knees, its three fingered hand clutched at the wound in its chest. It swayed and fell on its side. It closed its eyes. Took one breath. Two. Gave off a last rattling sigh, and then breathed no more. Seconds later, it dissolved into a purple liquid that looked kind of like grape soda.

Morrigan breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she looked around to see if anyone had seen what had happened. Fortunately, the campus was deserted. Morrigan wiped off her knife on the grass, collected her stuff, and pushed it all back into her bag.

The rush of adrenaline had worn off. Morrigan got to her feet on legs as wobbily as jello and headed to the parking lot across the street. Her car, a shit-brown Chevy Caprice, was one of the last ones left in the lot. The streetlamp overhead shone down on it like a spotlight at the circus. Morrigan unlocked the car. The hinges creaked like the door of a crypt. She climbed in, threw the messenger bag on the seat next to her, and slammed the door shut. She put the keys in the ignition and the car roared to life. Morrigan pulled out of the lot. She stopped at a red light and watched as a sad, raggedy-grey ghost floated across the street in front of her. Morrigan's temples were throbbing. She reached into her bag for some Tylenol while the spirit, who was wearing a cowl and looked vaguely like a monk, headed toward the passenger side of her car and tried to knock unsuccessfully at her rolled up window. It had a pleading expression on its face. Morrigan sighed. She was going to have one hell of a migraine in about an hour or so. The light turned green and Morrigan stepped on the gas, leaving Mr. Monk behind her.

And there's definitely going to be more coming...except not right now. I have work to do. The inspiration for this one came from an Ambien-induced dream last night.

Squee! As the title suggests, this character is going to be a real freak. I love her already.

Comments

[marina-bonomi.livejournal.com]

She has a fan already, wanna know more!

[bkwrrm-tx.livejournal.com]

More?!?

Yes, please.

[emygination.livejournal.com]

Entirely unrelated to anything:

I think you'll appreciate this (http://cthulhucrochet.blogspot.com/2008/08/dr-horrible-ponies-bonus-cute-thing-of.html) for the geeky absurdity of it all. :P

[nekosensei.livejournal.com]

Yep...definitely bookmarked for future reference.

Ambien Side Effects

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