03-10-2016, 02:48 PM
Behemoth was now the new captain of this fine vessel, the ships name was actually the Queen of the Waves and that suited him just fine.
The monster made landfall nearly at dawn. He had changed his clothing on the boat, so as not to gather attention, and in the morning when the sun came out, the snake hissed and clung to the shade, as though the world was not welcome if it did not involve living under his rock. He strolled through the streets, busy, as always, sifted through people’s minds.
He liked it when he found art and other beautiful gems among people’s minds, but there was no denying that he was a wolf in sheep’s fleece. He did not fit in, and his eyes wore a sinister expression as he crept through the crowd, while a group of young girls bounded through a farmer’s market that the town was having in a street.
Behemoth groaned. Already it was a few hours to sunset, and he had no leads. But wait! Suddenly the snake leapt out of his skin and shed his lack of hope for something much more interesting. His mind just happened upon a conversation, about a block away. It was the mind of a young girl, picking up a gallon of milk for her mother on her way home from school.
“That new girl was something else, she solved all those math problems in five minutes.” the girl discussed with her friend.
“I thought she was kind of weird,” the taller friend said, hoping to hide the insecurity she felt, when she noticed how threatening the feeling of replacement really was.
“Weird? What makes you say that? I like meeting different people, don’t you?” the shorter friend blinked innocently.
“Oh uh... Yes, of course, but I just-”
Now normally, something like this wouldn’t interest Behemoth in the slightest, but it was the quip that came next that really sealed the deal.
“Plus, her sister’s famous. Didn’t you see her story on the news? Funny that they chose to move here instead of somewhere else, but Primes do curious things now a days. If -I- were a Prime...”
Behemoth quickly filtered the child’s thoughts and found anything of importance. Finally, the school’s name. He sniggered and a triumphant smile overtook him. He wore his victory proudly as he weaved in and out of the crowd and meandered toward the direction of his next prey...
...
The school was pretty empty, save a few teachers packing up for the day. Behemoth growled as he waded his way through the hallways, and finally stumbled upon the front office, where, luckily enough, the guidance councilor and school registrar had not yet left.
“Hello!” Behemoth said, but with too much excitement, that it startled the woman who’s fingers were flicking through paper after paper of the same old thing. At the sound of his voice which resembled fingernails on a chalkboard to the poor young woman, she was given a fright, and, as though shocked by electricity. The papers went in the air, spreading widely throughout the room until settling everywhere, on the shelves, on her lap, and covering the floor. Sheets of papyrus covered the room like a soft layer of snow.
Behemoth snickered in his mind, as his expression grew frightful, to match hers. “Oh no! Are you alright? Oh my I can’t believe... I’m SO sorry...” the manipulation of the act was eaten up, hook, line, and sinker.
“Oh, phew! You gave me a fright sir,” she brushed the wrinkles from the the secretary-themed outfit she wore and began to collect the papers she had made a mess of.
“Oh let me help you with that, and may I again say I’m sorry?” Like a snake, he slithered into her den, and coiled around the carefree buoyancy of her personality.
“Oh that’s quite alright, quite alright, I’m always a little jumpy at the end of the day- oh you don’t have to- oh thank you very much sir...” she giggled and her glasses drooped from her nose, so she straightened them again and looked up at him. In his hands he held a fat stack of papers. She too had collected her share, and her eyes twinkled expectantly.
“So what’d you come in for?” she asked politely.
Behemoth didn’t need to read her mind, and began to start a story that made perfect sense, “Oh I came in because my daughter started her first day here, and I was going to pick her up, but I believe the bus already brought her home. Just my luck, right? But she should be on her way home to her mother as we speak. Then I kind of found myself worried about what classes she was taking, and I asked one of the teachers I met in the hallway... Oh what was her name? Mrs... Mrs. Tw-”
“Mrs. Tilly?” She filled in his blank and he snickered to himself, from behind the cloaking veil of his mask. Trust was an easy thing to make someone believe they had.. Oh so easy. The registrar smiled, “Oh she’s one of my closest friends... I love her sense of fashion, she teaches history, you know, and we are having lunch tomorrow at the local coffee shop.”
“I think my daughter is in her class...” Behemoth continued, but he had been a little shocked, for it seemed that the woman was not only deeming him trustworthy, the look in her eyes was completely and utterly, unnerving. It was full of infatuation and her eyes would not leave Behemoth’s features.
The man was of a very thin physique, and had little muscle on his body, which resembled that of someone who was addicted to cocaine or meth. His muscles were in a constant state of decay, from his many abused years locked up. However his skin was pale, and though his complexion was a little gray, his skin appeared as smooth as silk under the lighting, as though the sun had never touched it. Meanwhile, his eyes were glowing green and luminously, laden with an enticing power. Lastly, his nose and bone structure were protruding from his skin, made more evident by the fact that there was little if any fat on his bones. All of that, while his head was covered in a full stack of rich black hair, almost like a woman’s though his was scraggly and unkept, it rolled down well past his shoulder blades. Someone, like Cindy the registrar, may have seen him and though him exotic. Someone like Cindy may have found him distinctly collectible.
Behemoth hadn’t been flirted with in years. But that was not to say that he had forgotten the notions. And Cindy the registrar was enough his type. She wore glasses, and her attire was moderately formal, the glasses extenuated her blue eyes, and accented her eyelashes. Her nose rolled on a curved slope downward, and her cheeks popped out, young and fresh and vibrant in color, as though kissed by a rose. Her lips were a dazzling shade of ruby, she had recently applied lipstick and was looking to show off her full lips. They glistened now, even in the ugly, florescent lighting that cast a hue of graying color throughout the room. Behemoth’s eyes snagged on hers now, he couldn’t help it, the tone in her voice was undeniably attractive, and the curves of her body were becoming more and more irresistible.
“Well, what’s your na- I mean your daughter’s name.” Behemoth blinked and thought very carefully on his next decision.
“Katia. Katia Adams, oh and I’m William Adams, her father.” His decision proved fruitful in more than one way, as he knew the name of the girl he was searching for. And when he looked down, he found himself holding a file that had all her information written on it. Even her address.
“You’re Katia’s dad? Oh I met her today! Lovely girl, lovely girl, I can’t remember her saying much about her family other than her sister though, oh you’ve raised a fine daughter. Fine indeed. And your wife has raised a beautiful daughter.” Cindy suggested with a certain tilt of her eyes.
“Oh, uh, ex-wife,” Behemoth sluggishly suggested.
Cindy’s whole body perked up, even her eyes glinted as she accepted the new information, “Oh, I’m very sorry to hear that.” Her tone said the opposite.
“So.. Cindy...” Behemoth offered a not-too-subtle smile.
“Oh, how did you know my name!?” She looked startled again, but not fearfully so.
Behemoth’s gaunt hand made it’s way over to the desk, as he leaned over her in her chair and raised up the little sign perched outward that stated: “Registrar: Cindy Wineheart”
“Ah oh! Of course...” She blushed and batted her eyelashes.
“And may I say, Cindy, what a beautiful name...” behind Behemoth’s back, he slipped one piece of paper from the stack that he needed, and set down the rest, all while holding her eyes so easily with his.
...
Behemoth, or rather, William, had just found himself a girlfriend, they were having dinner the following day at eight at a restaurant she had suggested. Rarely did Behemoth play into the games that the plebeians liked, however the man thought someone at the school would be useful, and it would give him a reason to return, if need be. Though, it wasn’t like him of all people, needed an alibi.
The man continued to walk through the town before finding his boat and searching for a map. He was in luck, for there was one stashed in the glove compartment of the boat. It was crumpled but looked to be in fairly good condition. The address on the paper was P. Sherman 52 Walabi Way, and of course, it was just off the coast of this well-over-populated city.
Quite frankly, the city could’ve been empty for all he cared, save the one he was searching for. Her name was Katia, she was... What, ten years old? Pretty young, but seemed to have a keen mind. Something that fascinated Behemoth the more he thought about it. Sure, there were many proteges among the youth of the Omniverse, but none so closely affiliated with a famous secondary-turned prime. It was practically unheard of.
Behemoth’s plan was simple: Go to the address. A girl that young was bound to live with her sister. And if the Prime-turned sister wasn’t there? There would be ways of getting her to return. The monster grinned maliciously, and the propellers stirred in the water.
...
It took nearly no time at all for the man, well-versed in the intricate geography of the ocean and island verse, to find his way to the very doorstep of the girl he was searching for.
Slowly, his heavy boots clunked against wood. The wood of a dock, worn by both time and seawater. He grimaced as he grew closer to the shore, his stolen motorboat was tied to the very end of the dock, and their house was not far from the shore. It was embedded in a little cove, nestled in a distant pocket of Costa Del Sol, that made it seem like a distant and far off island, while still being part of the city itself. Behemoth wondered if they had school boats or buses, because times had changed since he had gone to school. A flutter of thoughts came to his mind as he neared the doorstep, and something in his stomach clenched, as though bracing for a threat. The feeling told him NOT to knock at the door, and, if he was reading it correctly, to beware. This girl.. There was something about her. Something that would not be safe or certain. What that was, however, Behemoth would have to find out.
The monster made landfall nearly at dawn. He had changed his clothing on the boat, so as not to gather attention, and in the morning when the sun came out, the snake hissed and clung to the shade, as though the world was not welcome if it did not involve living under his rock. He strolled through the streets, busy, as always, sifted through people’s minds.
He liked it when he found art and other beautiful gems among people’s minds, but there was no denying that he was a wolf in sheep’s fleece. He did not fit in, and his eyes wore a sinister expression as he crept through the crowd, while a group of young girls bounded through a farmer’s market that the town was having in a street.
Behemoth groaned. Already it was a few hours to sunset, and he had no leads. But wait! Suddenly the snake leapt out of his skin and shed his lack of hope for something much more interesting. His mind just happened upon a conversation, about a block away. It was the mind of a young girl, picking up a gallon of milk for her mother on her way home from school.
“That new girl was something else, she solved all those math problems in five minutes.” the girl discussed with her friend.
“I thought she was kind of weird,” the taller friend said, hoping to hide the insecurity she felt, when she noticed how threatening the feeling of replacement really was.
“Weird? What makes you say that? I like meeting different people, don’t you?” the shorter friend blinked innocently.
“Oh uh... Yes, of course, but I just-”
Now normally, something like this wouldn’t interest Behemoth in the slightest, but it was the quip that came next that really sealed the deal.
“Plus, her sister’s famous. Didn’t you see her story on the news? Funny that they chose to move here instead of somewhere else, but Primes do curious things now a days. If -I- were a Prime...”
Behemoth quickly filtered the child’s thoughts and found anything of importance. Finally, the school’s name. He sniggered and a triumphant smile overtook him. He wore his victory proudly as he weaved in and out of the crowd and meandered toward the direction of his next prey...
...
The school was pretty empty, save a few teachers packing up for the day. Behemoth growled as he waded his way through the hallways, and finally stumbled upon the front office, where, luckily enough, the guidance councilor and school registrar had not yet left.
“Hello!” Behemoth said, but with too much excitement, that it startled the woman who’s fingers were flicking through paper after paper of the same old thing. At the sound of his voice which resembled fingernails on a chalkboard to the poor young woman, she was given a fright, and, as though shocked by electricity. The papers went in the air, spreading widely throughout the room until settling everywhere, on the shelves, on her lap, and covering the floor. Sheets of papyrus covered the room like a soft layer of snow.
Behemoth snickered in his mind, as his expression grew frightful, to match hers. “Oh no! Are you alright? Oh my I can’t believe... I’m SO sorry...” the manipulation of the act was eaten up, hook, line, and sinker.
“Oh, phew! You gave me a fright sir,” she brushed the wrinkles from the the secretary-themed outfit she wore and began to collect the papers she had made a mess of.
“Oh let me help you with that, and may I again say I’m sorry?” Like a snake, he slithered into her den, and coiled around the carefree buoyancy of her personality.
“Oh that’s quite alright, quite alright, I’m always a little jumpy at the end of the day- oh you don’t have to- oh thank you very much sir...” she giggled and her glasses drooped from her nose, so she straightened them again and looked up at him. In his hands he held a fat stack of papers. She too had collected her share, and her eyes twinkled expectantly.
“So what’d you come in for?” she asked politely.
Behemoth didn’t need to read her mind, and began to start a story that made perfect sense, “Oh I came in because my daughter started her first day here, and I was going to pick her up, but I believe the bus already brought her home. Just my luck, right? But she should be on her way home to her mother as we speak. Then I kind of found myself worried about what classes she was taking, and I asked one of the teachers I met in the hallway... Oh what was her name? Mrs... Mrs. Tw-”
“Mrs. Tilly?” She filled in his blank and he snickered to himself, from behind the cloaking veil of his mask. Trust was an easy thing to make someone believe they had.. Oh so easy. The registrar smiled, “Oh she’s one of my closest friends... I love her sense of fashion, she teaches history, you know, and we are having lunch tomorrow at the local coffee shop.”
“I think my daughter is in her class...” Behemoth continued, but he had been a little shocked, for it seemed that the woman was not only deeming him trustworthy, the look in her eyes was completely and utterly, unnerving. It was full of infatuation and her eyes would not leave Behemoth’s features.
The man was of a very thin physique, and had little muscle on his body, which resembled that of someone who was addicted to cocaine or meth. His muscles were in a constant state of decay, from his many abused years locked up. However his skin was pale, and though his complexion was a little gray, his skin appeared as smooth as silk under the lighting, as though the sun had never touched it. Meanwhile, his eyes were glowing green and luminously, laden with an enticing power. Lastly, his nose and bone structure were protruding from his skin, made more evident by the fact that there was little if any fat on his bones. All of that, while his head was covered in a full stack of rich black hair, almost like a woman’s though his was scraggly and unkept, it rolled down well past his shoulder blades. Someone, like Cindy the registrar, may have seen him and though him exotic. Someone like Cindy may have found him distinctly collectible.
Behemoth hadn’t been flirted with in years. But that was not to say that he had forgotten the notions. And Cindy the registrar was enough his type. She wore glasses, and her attire was moderately formal, the glasses extenuated her blue eyes, and accented her eyelashes. Her nose rolled on a curved slope downward, and her cheeks popped out, young and fresh and vibrant in color, as though kissed by a rose. Her lips were a dazzling shade of ruby, she had recently applied lipstick and was looking to show off her full lips. They glistened now, even in the ugly, florescent lighting that cast a hue of graying color throughout the room. Behemoth’s eyes snagged on hers now, he couldn’t help it, the tone in her voice was undeniably attractive, and the curves of her body were becoming more and more irresistible.
“Well, what’s your na- I mean your daughter’s name.” Behemoth blinked and thought very carefully on his next decision.
“Katia. Katia Adams, oh and I’m William Adams, her father.” His decision proved fruitful in more than one way, as he knew the name of the girl he was searching for. And when he looked down, he found himself holding a file that had all her information written on it. Even her address.
“You’re Katia’s dad? Oh I met her today! Lovely girl, lovely girl, I can’t remember her saying much about her family other than her sister though, oh you’ve raised a fine daughter. Fine indeed. And your wife has raised a beautiful daughter.” Cindy suggested with a certain tilt of her eyes.
“Oh, uh, ex-wife,” Behemoth sluggishly suggested.
Cindy’s whole body perked up, even her eyes glinted as she accepted the new information, “Oh, I’m very sorry to hear that.” Her tone said the opposite.
“So.. Cindy...” Behemoth offered a not-too-subtle smile.
“Oh, how did you know my name!?” She looked startled again, but not fearfully so.
Behemoth’s gaunt hand made it’s way over to the desk, as he leaned over her in her chair and raised up the little sign perched outward that stated: “Registrar: Cindy Wineheart”
“Ah oh! Of course...” She blushed and batted her eyelashes.
“And may I say, Cindy, what a beautiful name...” behind Behemoth’s back, he slipped one piece of paper from the stack that he needed, and set down the rest, all while holding her eyes so easily with his.
...
Behemoth, or rather, William, had just found himself a girlfriend, they were having dinner the following day at eight at a restaurant she had suggested. Rarely did Behemoth play into the games that the plebeians liked, however the man thought someone at the school would be useful, and it would give him a reason to return, if need be. Though, it wasn’t like him of all people, needed an alibi.
The man continued to walk through the town before finding his boat and searching for a map. He was in luck, for there was one stashed in the glove compartment of the boat. It was crumpled but looked to be in fairly good condition. The address on the paper was P. Sherman 52 Walabi Way, and of course, it was just off the coast of this well-over-populated city.
Quite frankly, the city could’ve been empty for all he cared, save the one he was searching for. Her name was Katia, she was... What, ten years old? Pretty young, but seemed to have a keen mind. Something that fascinated Behemoth the more he thought about it. Sure, there were many proteges among the youth of the Omniverse, but none so closely affiliated with a famous secondary-turned prime. It was practically unheard of.
Behemoth’s plan was simple: Go to the address. A girl that young was bound to live with her sister. And if the Prime-turned sister wasn’t there? There would be ways of getting her to return. The monster grinned maliciously, and the propellers stirred in the water.
...
It took nearly no time at all for the man, well-versed in the intricate geography of the ocean and island verse, to find his way to the very doorstep of the girl he was searching for.
Slowly, his heavy boots clunked against wood. The wood of a dock, worn by both time and seawater. He grimaced as he grew closer to the shore, his stolen motorboat was tied to the very end of the dock, and their house was not far from the shore. It was embedded in a little cove, nestled in a distant pocket of Costa Del Sol, that made it seem like a distant and far off island, while still being part of the city itself. Behemoth wondered if they had school boats or buses, because times had changed since he had gone to school. A flutter of thoughts came to his mind as he neared the doorstep, and something in his stomach clenched, as though bracing for a threat. The feeling told him NOT to knock at the door, and, if he was reading it correctly, to beware. This girl.. There was something about her. Something that would not be safe or certain. What that was, however, Behemoth would have to find out.
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