Just A Little Bit of…
"You know, if I ever were to get out…I'd do it all over again. Laws are just rules for fools, and they are the chains that bind me now. But oh, once I get out, baby it's gonna be sweet let me tell you."
"So, your name is…Cletus Kasady yes? And you are serving an estimate of ten sentences back to back?" Eddie looked into the strange cell. "Dang. You must really love the idea of killing people."
"Oh, you don't the half of it," chuckled the lanky figure inside the prison cell of the inside of a prison cell. "Me? There's only one color for me: blood. I love the smell, the sight of it, the look; beautiful," he breathed.
I don't like him. Let's just hurry up and leave.
"So where are the bodies? You do know where they are."
"Oh, that," chuckled Kasady, "well…just follow the smell; like a good little dog." He gave twisted grin.
Eddie turned and looked back towards the door.
"But," Eddie turned back at this statement, "I'll give you a few clues."
. . . . . .
The rat walked along the pipe in the sewer system. The scents were so very interesting down here, but its mind was not on food or any primitive desires. It was actually looking instead for something in specific that a rat would never look for, because this was not your average rat. No, but its eyes flashed a sickly coloration at certain points.
How much longer could this be kept up? A proper vessel would be needed soon. And despite the best of efforts, this thing was starting to waste away. It would need sustenance soon or else it would perish before it had served its purpose. Then, a new revelation struck. That sound, from the two-legged creatures, it meant only one thing: just found the one.
An opening was up above. The rat maneuvered through the floors and cells. This place was a maze, but the scent had wafted down to the rat's nose, far sharper due to the enhancement.
There, there it was. Perfect, the smell of it was ripe. Blood. The smell was a most exquisite one. Now, the only question was how to get to its goal without trouble. Having achieved its desired objective, the drive upon the rat's mind was surrendered permitting it go looking for food. But when the moment was right…