A gurgle rose from deep in my stomach. A
belch escaped my lips. Everyone could hear. Searing heat spread like lava
flowing through my veins into my heart, pumping the molten liquid through my
arteries out to my limbs, setting them afire. I hunched over and screamed. The
robber took a step toward me. “What the—?”
I screamed again. My knees buckled. I
clutched my stomach. Something grew inside of me, pushing its way out. My body
twisted. The woman shrieked. Her eyes bulged in horror at whatever was
happening to me. She turned her head away, covering her face with her hands.
“Holy crap.” The clerk bent over as if to
vomit. His chest heaved. Lips parted to let out the spew.
A muffled cry escaped my throat. God, make
it stop! My bones cracked louder. What had I done? What beast had I unleashed?
My pain subsided. Gasping for air, I glanced up.
The woman fell to her knees. The clerk
gripped the counter with both hands. His arms trembled.
The gun-wielding punk slumped against a
display of potato chips. His mouth agape in a silent scream. He staggered to
his feet, gun aimed at my head. “What are you?”
“I… I don’t know.” My voice sounded
gurgled, like I was speaking underwater. Instead of arms, I had four long green
tentacles covered in suction cups. A security mirror on the ceiling revealed
the rest of my transformation. Bile rose halfway up my throat. I was going to
be sick.
My hair fell away. Lizard green scales
covered my bald head. I no longer had a nose—just two tiny slits. My brown
eyes, larger and spread farther apart, glowed yellow. I’d become a walking
squid, a new horror even for me.
A
round exploded from the robber’s gun. The bullet pierced one tentacle, plunging
deep into my flesh. Blood spewed. The tentacle recoiled from the pain, ten
times worse than any wasp sting. I drew shallow, quick breaths through clenched
teeth. “Uhhhh!’
An animalistic desire for survival took
over. I became the prey facing a predator in the ocean deep. I should flee. I
didn’t owe the others trapped in the store anything, especially my life. Squids
are loners. We save ourselves.
No, I couldn’t abandon them. I had to become the predator. I launched my tentacle arms at the gunman. Two wrapped around each of his hands. I squeezed until he yelped, dropping the gun. The weapon clattered to the floor. With my other two tentacles, I grabbed his shoulders, then dragged him closer.
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