10-04-2014, 06:18 PM
12 hours ago. Coruscant: Tier 5.
Back in its hideout, the Stalker smashed. It wasn’t sure for how long it raged. When it began to feel conscious thought again, it felt like what the pirate data referred to as a ‘hangover’. It felt weak. Lethargic. It wanted to … sleep.
But it could not. It was not in its nature to sleep.
So instead of sleeping, it hunted.
There was plenty of food on Tier Five. While it had nothing to fear from any of this floor’s denizens, the Stalker found itself drawn to the shadows. It watched. It waited.
And finally, it found its prey.
A small boy, perhaps itself a kind of hunter, had broken away from the crowds into a small alleyway. It moved with a kind of animalistic instinct, clambering over the edge of a dumpster and tumbling in, paying no heed to the garbage juices that simply added to the stains on its clothing.
The Stalker closed in. Invisible. The boy’s back was turned. The Stalker felt the hunger and let instinct take over. It wasn’t sure how it knew, but it did. Its hand flew out, grabbing the boy and silencing them in a single, efficient motion, its claws closing off the child’s mouth and airway.
It began to feed, the colour and life draining from the body. In unison, a slick rainbow substance began to run up the Stalker’s digits and into its body. With it, the Stalker felt renewed. Energised. It let loose a contented breath as the boy’s body vanished into nothingness, and omnilium filled the Stalker’s tired bones.
The hunger sated, its rage subsided. Stalker returned to invisibility and sloped away, its digitrade feet leaving languid scrapes on the dirty concrete. A fitting appetiser.
But the Stalker was still hungry.
Back in its hideout, the Stalker smashed. It wasn’t sure for how long it raged. When it began to feel conscious thought again, it felt like what the pirate data referred to as a ‘hangover’. It felt weak. Lethargic. It wanted to … sleep.
But it could not. It was not in its nature to sleep.
So instead of sleeping, it hunted.
There was plenty of food on Tier Five. While it had nothing to fear from any of this floor’s denizens, the Stalker found itself drawn to the shadows. It watched. It waited.
And finally, it found its prey.
A small boy, perhaps itself a kind of hunter, had broken away from the crowds into a small alleyway. It moved with a kind of animalistic instinct, clambering over the edge of a dumpster and tumbling in, paying no heed to the garbage juices that simply added to the stains on its clothing.
The Stalker closed in. Invisible. The boy’s back was turned. The Stalker felt the hunger and let instinct take over. It wasn’t sure how it knew, but it did. Its hand flew out, grabbing the boy and silencing them in a single, efficient motion, its claws closing off the child’s mouth and airway.
It began to feed, the colour and life draining from the body. In unison, a slick rainbow substance began to run up the Stalker’s digits and into its body. With it, the Stalker felt renewed. Energised. It let loose a contented breath as the boy’s body vanished into nothingness, and omnilium filled the Stalker’s tired bones.
The hunger sated, its rage subsided. Stalker returned to invisibility and sloped away, its digitrade feet leaving languid scrapes on the dirty concrete. A fitting appetiser.
But the Stalker was still hungry.
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