Chapter Two
It seemed to like the felling of cold water on its soft, glowing membrane. It simply sat there. It sat under the water, blowing bubble with its "mouth." It laughed in such a way as close to laughing that a little baby Metroid could do. Even once I returned to find out what all the noise was, it sat and giggled with delight; in all of its innocence, I couldn't help but think about picking it up and cuddling with it.
So I did.
I gently reached down into the clear liquid to embrace the creature, and it in turn curled up its tiny, under developed fangs in what seemed like an effort not to hurt me. It started to glow in my arms as I picked it up. A sense of warmth must have overcome it. Not too much later, it began to resume its normally playful nature when it hopelessly attempted to latch onto my neck in order to sap my life force, in an attempt at imitating its now dead brothers and sisters. Brothers and sisters that I had killed.
I hate this. I hate that everything comes back to haunt me.