Munks 4 Dead
Something appealed to creature's mind. It was his last pieces of prey. Why did they seem so…familiar? The tall blue chipmunk he attacked felt almost like a part of his own flesh and blood, yet was nothing like him. He was weak, slow, and clumsy. What about the short, dumpy green-clad chipmunk? There was no way he could even keep up with the creature, let alone leap like he could.
The creature also smelt a strong bond between them and the females. This was so confusing! The creature growled in frustration as he sat on the tall scaffolding. Yet he realised that, for the first time in his 4-day long life, he wondered if he had a previous life. One where he was one of the weak, slow and clumsy humans that he could so strongly smell every waking second. Maybe a life where simple thrills came along every day, as the appeal of the hunt and leaping such heights had quickly declined and gotten downright boring. And what of the female creature of his kind haunting his thoughts? A small, young crying girl in a pink skirt and faded yellow scarf. She felt the appeal that a lover would have on the creature, yet at the same time felt like his creator. What was the significance of the crying girl?
Soon the image of the four bits of prey and the crying girl came together in the creature's mind. His breathing stopped, his muscles froze and his mouth hung half-open as the image of the five creatures morphed into an image…people. Happy people. The crying girl was smiling, her clothes now perfect and not a single hair on her head was out of place. She skipped happily along, bathed in sunshine on a familiar street. The tall blue chipmunk was happy as well. He wasn't injured or bloody at all. The most interesting character was the one next to him in the red.
Suddenly a surge of pain went through the creature's mind as something clicked. Even after the pain had ended and acceptance had sunk in, the emotional pain was too much to bear. Yet again, the creature let out a howl, however not through victory or aggression; through shear pain and fear. Anyone hearing could of even pitied the creature as a strange sensation welled up in his eyes. Was water supposed to come out of his eyes? It didn't matter. All that mattered was that he wasn't a creature, not anymore. He was Alvin Seville.