Ghuli'Jhalligurd✁
It hadn't taken him long to track down the young girl he had spoken to earlier that day. She, and her mother had take refuge in their home. Why they didn't follow protocol, and go to the city bunker was not his concern. In fact, them being home would have their disappearances raise no questions, as the city had been attacked earlier that day. At that point, they were simply more lives lost to the terrorists.
He crept through the empty streets of the suburban neighborhood they housed in. The homes looked identical, but he was tuned to her smell that was different than any other. He focused all of his energy into his sense of smell, leaving him numb, and blind. He didn't care, as the reward would be worth the effort.
He haulted in the darkness. The sudden smell of mulch, and turned soiled came to him. He had reached their house. It took a moment of careful feeling before his fingers were pressed against the cool walls of the house. He quickly found grip, and began scaling the wall, sniffing, and feeling as he went.
Glass.
The smooth chill of the material beneath his fingers nearly shocked him, but he had to concentrate.
"Mhnn.." He sniffed about the window, but he could smell no circuiting for any type of security system, as their wiring had a specific smell to them. He hooked his claws beneath the slit of the window, and pulled it open, the lock weak against his demonic strength.
That night, Ghuli'Jhalligurd was a lucky man, as the smell of plushies, plastic toys, and each crayons came to him. He had found the girl's room. He crept inside before silently feeling about for her bed where she would be sleeping, but when he had brushed against the soft mattress, he could not smell the girl.
"Of course she's sleeping with her mother," he growled inwardly. It wasn't a large house, but now he had to deal with both the mother, and daugher at the same time.
He sniffed, picking up on her scent before crawling through the darkened, silent house. He could hear faint snoring, so he followed it, hoping it would lead him to his prey. And it did.
He poked his nose through the cracked door, and took a whiff of the girl, and her mother. Their fresh scents were a pleasure to his nostrils, as he crept inside the room. His ears twitched, and swiveled as he took in every sound around him to find that he was alone with them.
He found the bed, and carefully crawled atop the mattesss, his nose grazing the top of the comforter to keep track of the girl, his first priority. Soon her smell frame was beneath him, and he couldn't help but have a wicked grin some to this thin face. He couldn't see her, but he could feel her soft, youthful skin, and smell her fruity shampoo, and floral soap. He had almost forgotten what he was doing, but it quickly came back to him as the girl as awoke. Possibly sensing something was wrong.
She was quick to react, as was he. She thrusted her hands towards his chest, and gave a short cry. That was all he would allow her to do. He activated his Oobleck skin, and her small palms quickly sank into the warm flesh of his torso. Not giving her another change to react, he grabbed her head, and plunged it into the putty-like substance that was his body. His skin, and flesh quickly morphed around the struggling girl, shocking his senses, and sending sparks through his body. It had been so long since he had abducted someone, he had forgotten how
good it felt. He couldn't stop the main that came from his mouth, but at that point, the mother was screaming as the horror she was witnessing.
It didn't take long before the last bit of the child disappeared beneath his dark skin, his body shifting as continued to fight inside him. He couldn't fit the mother as well, but he could shut her up for the trip back. He extended a hand towards her face, and took hold. Like a paper towel to a wer counter, his flesh stuck to hers, muffling her screams.
"Letsss gooo," he hissed before rushing through the house, and out the child's open window. disappearing into the night.
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