Rabid

''Fuck... I don't feel so good...' the nameless wretch slumped his back against the wall of narrow alley, the intense rain pouring down even harder as he found himself underneath the miserable waterfalls created by the roofs above.

His hair and skin had only been lightly burnt, however, his mauled arm was bleeding too much, he felt lightheaded now that the adrenaline was dissipating and the bleeding went on.

Ripping the sleeve covering the broken arm, he wrapped it around the general area where the injury was.

'What a fearless animal, all of the others I killed never dared to go beyond growling and showing their teeth' he thought, not believing that such a lower creature, lacking any complex ego would attack him.

'I... I am superior, scum like this thing should instinctively recognise this, why would it trespass the boundaries set by the world?' the wretch slowly slid down until he sat on the ground, the ground was somewhat flooded.

"Aah" he let out a low grunt, seeing his warm breath.

'What did they keep dogs again? They keep the cats for pests and they keep dogs for protection, something like that...'

'Is that it? An animal would follow the duty given by humans to the extent of daring to strike me?'

"Impressive..."

'To think the weaklings, with their soft flesh and low intelligence would be able to dominate over anything to this level, humans have cattle, despite having the disposition to be in the exact same position, how could those feeble piles of flesh and blood accomplish such a feat?' the wretch tought deeply about the kind he had first emerged from, remembering how helpless they were before the trampling horde of monsters.

"Yes! Of course! I have an adversary!" anyone listening to him, even if they read his mind, wouldn't understand where this had come from as the barely conscious wretch suddenly rose, his feet and legs doing all the work as if he was being pulled up by strings.

'The other wretches are nothing but meatshields to me, I am amongst just that! They must have someone pulling them up to their position, a leader, a lord, a king!' he smiled with gritted teeth, seeming both overjoyed and madly enraged at the same time.

'I will destroy this fool, for letting his kind ooze all around' convinced that he was exactly right about his assumption.

He stumbled a bit, still feeling sick.

'I need to eat... I need to evolve, surely this will fix this arm!' he thought, wide eyed as he started making his way out of the alley, the rumbling of thunder sounding in the background from time to time.

Without waiting, the slow tumble started turning into a wild's beast charge as he started moving close to the ground, not caring about the fact that running this way would be difficult with only one arm to support on.

The people of the town were overconfident, that was what the wretch believed, he could easily smash through their windows, they didn't believe that anything or anyone would ever break in, convinced that the little rules they had agreed upon weren't just that but strict guidelines that one was compelled to follow no matter what.

This thunderous night, many would lose their lives, such was a certainty but the massacre was delayed when the wretch saw the expression on a terrified child's face.

He had been dumbfounded by the dog's attack as he had believed to know what they were like, he had a rough memory of how that little blonde child had acted the first time they had 'met', just like the one he was going to devour until nothing but his bones remained.

He had looked back as he retreated from the orphanage, the visage of that human child and this one overlapped in his vision, just like that mutt, she hadn't been acting as expected.

An expression the wretch hadn't had the occasion of seeing much, humans always dying with ugly expressions, he only got to observe them in everyday situations and when killing them, so he could still guess what that meant.

"Not scared but hateful" he muttered as he felt warm blood spilling over him.

'Hate and fear, both directed toward me, it's soothing...' he commented to himself as he began his meal.

Much like during his very first evolution, he was feeling an intense hunger, as if all the food in the world wasn't enough to satisfy him, it didn't feel like he had met the threshold just yet however, for his second evolution, many souls had to be reaped, more than what he had gotten after it, it shouldn't be time just yet, even if those he killed were of better quality.

What did quality mean here anyways? They were all on the same standing to him.

Even with one arm and wounded, the peasants in their home couldn't hope to put up a fight, either failing to wake up when he smashed through their windows head first and being picked off in their sleep.

Or simply too weak to hope to react to his speed, two needle claws through the eyes of the first and the rest would break down and fail to put up any resistance.

May they be old, young or anything else, there was nothing to be left behind, even the animals and insects weren't safe from the wretch, not that they had ever been.

Cats were lightweight, not having much meat but that hadn't stopped him from actively hunting them down.

He had stolen from the shops, used their goods to attract pets out of their homes, rats out of their nests.

No methods were below him, only people were, only other beings were.

While he was at it, the wretch left some of his spawners behind as well, for no other reason than he believed it would make the situation even more miserable.

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While the wretch's system didn't communicate much other than when asked to, the reason Superstes didn't hear anything hers was saying to her was because she was too fixated on the man that had bled to death just moments ago.

The culprit of this heinous act had ran away and now, she was left surrounded by two corpses, of much different species but both had died protecting her.

It was certain now, she never considered the possibility but if those two had died by the hand of this monster, then the last time she had seen it, when it had been inside of her home, it had certainly given the same treatment to her parent.

They weren't taking time coming to get her, they were dead, killed, viciously murdered by this atrocious villain.

Far from the mighty dragons she would hear in the stories told to her, this villain was a small, feeble, ugly and cowardly monster.

'...' no words or coherent thought formed just yet, only the raw feeling was present.