Author's Note: Dark and sadistic…wow wow. Double ow.
~Natty.
Hungry.
~M~
Everyone was gone. He was gone inside. He'd chased them all away. He attacked them and tried to….tried to…
He would have gotten Marty if the penguins hadn't jumped in and look where they were now! They were gone too… He didn't mean to do it. They were all friends, every single one of them and he just…he… He snapped because he was so….just so…
Alex gave another shuddered sob into his paws, huddled up in his own enclosure he made out of sharpened sticks and wooden poles and branches. He belonged here. Monsters belonged in cages. He was a monster by the very definition but he was a monster by nature. Why did nature do this to him? Make him kill?
He didn't ask to be a carnivore and like those killings it just…happened. The wild cat had gone rampant on the Madagascarian island. He blanked out and everything he'd done was a blur to him.
The lion didn't even know who was alive and who was dead. It was like a bad dream and he thought it was until he tasted the blood in his mouth and saw the rest of it caked into his gold fur. It was all over his paws and there was fresh flesh on his paws.
Who did he eat? Who did he kill this time around? He knew he'd gotten the penguins and the advising fuzz bucket. He'd killed many random lemurs he was sure. He didn't know if Julien had made it. The island could have been deserted for all he knew. There no noise or animals in sight.
Everyone was hiding…hiding from him. It would happen at night he thinks. He would go to sleep curled against the cold rock wall enclosed by his territory he'd put together and that was all he would remember by morning.
In the morning he'd wake up dizzy and disoriented. Everything was fuzzy but there was this satisfying yet disgusting taste in his mouth, all in his teeth and on his tongue. He knew the taste well since he'd eaten raw steaks all his life back in the zoo. It was the taste of blood but…there were no steaks here on Madagascar… Well there were but they just weren't…dead yet.
Apparently he had solved that problem. Every night he would go wild out in the jungle hunting and looking for food. Food, friends, what was the difference?
There was none to a monster. He killed them…brutally. Unluckily for him he was able to remember snippets and parts of his late night rampages.
First he would sniff them out by their fear itself and only a few whiffs told him exactly where they were. He went to them slowly, perhaps to scare them even more and give them a sense of reassurance. A false sense that they'll survive tonight. They never did.
The lion would be right over their hiding place and let out a single low growl. He made sure they heard it and made sure they started to run before he ran after them. It wasn't even a challenge. He caught up to them in just seconds, pouncing on them and digging his large claws deep into their bodies.
The prey would let out a horrible sound of agony and suffering while Alex himself made his own sickening sounds. The crunch of bones snapping when his jaw crushed their mangled body between sharp teeth, and the sucking sound of flesh being yanked from its place.
He always left a bloodied mess and once he was finished he moved on to find more. His hunger was never satisfied. It controlled him and a part of him deep down found some pride in these horrors.
Alex didn't know who was left on the island alive but it didn't really matter did it?
It was night again and he was drifting off to sleep. In a few moments his instincts would take over and he would no longer be himself. He would be another lion, another creature, another conscious. He would be the killer he was always meant to be. All of this because he was just so…so very…
In that second he lost his mind once again for the night.