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A grin of pure evil, twisted onto my face, I felt my eyes lighting up with excitement. I glanced at the robber squirming and cursing pathetically. The car was closing in, in a matter of seconds their headlights would shine in our direction. I reached in the bag, pulling out two wads of one hundred, two dollar bills. I crammed them into my mouth, since it wouldn't fit in my pockets, dropped the sack onto its temporary owner, and strolled in the opposite direction. Careful to stay in the shadows. I heard the police rushing over to the robber and most likely apprehending him.

     It wasn't till I was a good mile away, in the comforting shadows of a alley, did I take the money out. It was a bit damp but, no major damage. I rummaged thru the nearby garbage cans and eventually found a small backpack, there was a hole in one of the pockets. I put the money in there, zipped it up, and held the backpack securely, against me. I stood in the darkness for awhile, carefully plotting my next moves, aware of every fault and advantage. A silhouette passed thru my gaze, I focused on them, and slowly strode forward. They'd kept walking and were a few feet away, now. The only person, within blocks or earshot. I felt my stomach dip, it was strange, like an insatiable urge to feast. It pushed me forward, silently, willing me to attack. I gained control of myself and stopped for a second, then continued. I easily caught up to them, and tapped their shoulder.

     The person jumped out of their skin screaming, and clumsily spun toward me, posed for attack. They made a show of "knowing karate" and such, before noticing they were taller than me. They relaxed and sighed in relief. "Don't do that, kid. You scared the mess out of me!" I slightly cocked my head, looking completely innocent.  "I'm sorry."
   Another man, he looked younger than the robber, judging by his facial structure, expression, looks and actions; I figured out, his name was Roger Stafford, age; twenty-one, single parent to a daughter, and grew up with overly nice parents. Roger wasn't a trouble-maker, in fact he was terribly clumsy, and naïve. Black hair, dark blue suit, dark brown eyes, goofy smile, and casually held a suitcase for his job. An office job, no doubt.
    "Its alright but, what are you doing way out here. Are you by yourself?" "Well, I was getting chased by some madman, h-he had a really b-big knife." I widened my eyes, glancing around nervously, "Y-you haven't seen him…have you?" Roger looked slightly scared, "Uh…no. Thank the lord. Why don't you come back to my place? Where its…safe." I nodded and quietly followed him.
      That lie had flown smoothly, and my acting was flawless. Inside, I was cackling like a maniac. His house was thirty minutes away and my appetite was starting to get the better of me. I wanted to wait, until we had complete privacy, and there was no chance of a passerby stumbling upon a skeleton on the sidewalk. I licked my lips. "Alright, this is it." I snapped into reality. His house wasn't a huge mansion but, it fancier than the average commoner's house.

    I pretended to be shocked as we entered, "Whoa." I gazed around. "Aw, it's not that impressive." He slipped out of his overcoat and put it on the stair rail. I looked around. No pictures on the wall, to give anything away but, just in case, "Where's your family?" "Oh well, my daughter, Crystal, is upstairs sleeping. She's probably around your age. What about you? Where's your family?" I sadly, looked at the carpet. "The madman got them." "O-oh gosh. What's your name?" I'd seen this one coming, "Oliver Daptin." "Oliver. Are you hungry?" "Starving." "We have plenty of food in the fridge." "Can I meet Crystal?" "O-okay."
      I put my backpack down in the main room then he led me upstairs, to the door at the very end of a hall. "Crystal?" He quietly opened it. The bedroom was fancy and…pink. There was a large pink canopy bed, in the middle, with a girl lying in it. She wasn't sleeping. Crystal sprang up, throwing her arms around Roger's neck, "Daddy!!!" She exclaimed. "Hey, Princess!" They hugged and spun around. I simply stared, my eyes void of emotion. "Crystal, I want you to meet Oliver." He said, finally. My façade immediately reappeared. "Hi Oliver!" I smiled brightly, "Hi!" "Oliver might be staying with us for awhile." "Why?" "Well…his…parents aren't around anymore." "Where are they?" "I'm hungry." I piped up, saving Roger from having to explain their imaginary death. "Oh yeah! Sorry, Oliver. Got a little side-tracked." "Good night, Oliver."  Crystal waved and climbed back onto her bed. She was about ten and I was fourteen yet, Roger said we looked the same age…

We went back downstairs and Roger began making me some macaroni and cheese. "Mr. Stafford, I forgot to tell you something." "And what would that be?" I got out my chair and ducked behind the counter, just as he turned around, "Oliver?" I heard his footsteps and scurried to the opposite side. "My name isn't really Oliver." With each sentence I let my façade drop, piece by piece. "W-what?"
     I quickly swiped a knife from it's holder, and hopped onto the counter, directly behind Roger. "My name. Is Monster." Just as he swiveled around, I plunged the knife thru his heart. He stood there, eyes bulging, mouth ajar. I smiled, demonically, as he dropped dead. I yanked the knife out and licked it clean. "Mr. Stafford, are you okay?" I asked, innocently. "You don't look very good."

    I heard a sharp gasp. I slowly turned to the doorway and saw Crystal staring. She tried to run but, I lunged and cut her off. "Crystal, where are you going?" She stared at me in horror. "What's wrong?"  "Y-you hurt my daddy!" She cried. "I would never hurt anyone!" I exclaimed, feigning shock. Crystal began crying, "Let go! Let me go!" "Okay. I'll let you go. But you have to run really fast." She nodded and squirmed. Finally I released her. She went rocketing upstairs, probably to her room. Such a stupid girl. I licked the knife clean before descending upon the stairs.

It was the best feast I'd had in my life. Of course, I left some of Roger for tomorrow, his right half. I didn't bother eating private parts, it would've made me sick. But, I ate all of Crystal. I sat on the carpet rubbing my tummy and feeling satisfied. After awhile, I cleaned up the mess then went to sleep on the couch.

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A grin of pure evil, twisted onto my face, I felt my eyes lighting up with excitement. I glanced at the robber squirming and cursing pathetically. The car was closing in, in a matter of seconds their headlights would shine in our direction. I reached in the bag, pulling out two wads of one hundred, two dollar bills. I crammed them into my mouth, since it wouldn't fit in my pockets, dropped the sack onto its temporary owner, and strolled in the opposite direction. Careful to stay in the shadows. I heard the police rushing over to the robber and most likely apprehending him.

     It wasn't till I was a good mile away, in the comforting shadows of a alley, did I take the money out. It was a bit damp but, no major damage. I rummaged thru the nearby garbage cans and eventually found a small backpack, there was a hole in one of the pockets. I put the money in there, zipped it up, and held the backpack securely, against me. I stood in the darkness for awhile, carefully plotting my next moves, aware of every fault and advantage. A silhouette passed thru my gaze, I focused on them, and slowly strode forward. They'd kept walking and were a few feet away, now. The only person, within blocks or earshot. I felt my stomach dip, it was strange, like an insatiable urge to feast. It pushed me forward, silently, willing me to attack. I gained control of myself and stopped for a second, then continued. I easily caught up to them, and tapped their shoulder.

     The person jumped out of their skin screaming, and clumsily spun toward me, posed for attack. They made a show of "knowing karate" and such, before noticing they were taller than me. They relaxed and sighed in relief. "Don't do that, kid. You scared the mess out of me!" I slightly cocked my head, looking completely innocent.  "I'm sorry."
   Another man, he looked younger than the robber, judging by his facial structure, expression, looks and actions; I figured out, his name was Roger Stafford, age; twenty-one, single parent to a daughter, and grew up with overly nice parents. Roger wasn't a trouble-maker, in fact he was terribly clumsy, and naïve. Black hair, dark blue suit, dark brown eyes, goofy smile, and casually held a suitcase for his job. An office job, no doubt.
    "Its alright but, what are you doing way out here. Are you by yourself?" "Well, I was getting chased by some madman, h-he had a really b-big knife." I widened my eyes, glancing around nervously, "Y-you haven't seen him…have you?" Roger looked slightly scared, "Uh…no. Thank the lord. Why don't you come back to my place? Where its…safe." I nodded and quietly followed him.
      That lie had flown smoothly, and my acting was flawless. Inside, I was cackling like a maniac. His house was thirty minutes away and my appetite was starting to get the better of me. I wanted to wait, until we had complete privacy, and there was no chance of a passerby stumbling upon a skeleton on the sidewalk. I licked my lips. "Alright, this is it." I snapped into reality. His house wasn't a huge mansion but, it fancier than the average commoner's house.

    I pretended to be shocked as we entered, "Whoa." I gazed around. "Aw, it's not that impressive." He slipped out of his overcoat and put it on the stair rail. I looked around. No pictures on the wall, to give anything away but, just in case, "Where's your family?" "Oh well, my daughter, Crystal, is upstairs sleeping. She's probably around your age. What about you? Where's your family?" I sadly, looked at the carpet. "The madman got them." "O-oh gosh. What's your name?" I'd seen this one coming, "Oliver Daptin." "Oliver. Are you hungry?" "Starving." "We have plenty of food in the fridge." "Can I meet Crystal?" "O-okay."
      I put my backpack down in the main room then he led me upstairs, to the door at the very end of a hall. "Crystal?" He quietly opened it. The bedroom was fancy and…pink. There was a large pink canopy bed, in the middle, with a girl lying in it. She wasn't sleeping. Crystal sprang up, throwing her arms around Roger's neck, "Daddy!!!" She exclaimed. "Hey, Princess!" They hugged and spun around. I simply stared, my eyes void of emotion. "Crystal, I want you to meet Oliver." He said, finally. My façade immediately reappeared. "Hi Oliver!" I smiled brightly, "Hi!" "Oliver might be staying with us for awhile." "Why?" "Well…his…parents aren't around anymore." "Where are they?" "I'm hungry." I piped up, saving Roger from having to explain their imaginary death. "Oh yeah! Sorry, Oliver. Got a little side-tracked." "Good night, Oliver."  Crystal waved and climbed back onto her bed. She was about ten and I was fourteen yet, Roger said we looked the same age…

We went back downstairs and Roger began making me some macaroni and cheese. "Mr. Stafford, I forgot to tell you something." "And what would that be?" I got out my chair and ducked behind the counter, just as he turned around, "Oliver?" I heard his footsteps and scurried to the opposite side. "My name isn't really Oliver." With each sentence I let my façade drop, piece by piece. "W-what?"
     I quickly swiped a knife from it's holder, and hopped onto the counter, directly behind Roger. "My name. Is Monster." Just as he swiveled around, I plunged the knife thru his heart. He stood there, eyes bulging, mouth ajar. I smiled, demonically, as he dropped dead. I yanked the knife out and licked it clean. "Mr. Stafford, are you okay?" I asked, innocently. "You don't look very good."

    I heard a sharp gasp. I slowly turned to the doorway and saw Crystal staring. She tried to run but, I lunged and cut her off. "Crystal, where are you going?" She stared at me in horror. "What's wrong?"  "Y-you hurt my daddy!" She cried. "I would never hurt anyone!" I exclaimed, feigning shock. Crystal began crying, "Let go! Let me go!" "Okay. I'll let you go. But you have to run really fast." She nodded and squirmed. Finally I released her. She went rocketing upstairs, probably to her room. Such a stupid girl. I licked the knife clean before descending upon the stairs.

It was the best feast I'd had in my life. Of course, I left some of Roger for tomorrow, his right half. I didn't bother eating private parts, it would've made me sick. But, I ate all of Crystal. I sat on the carpet rubbing my tummy and feeling satisfied. After awhile, I cleaned up the mess then went to sleep on the couch.