Colin swayed his arms back and forth as he excitedly walked through the dirty streets of this strange town. Everything was so... musty! The streets were cobbled and cracked; the apartments were tall and mushed together; the sky was in a constant state of grey. Colin felt a bizarre dissonance in his brain. On the one hand, he greatly enjoyed the odd sensory stimulation this place was giving him, with so many new sounds and smells and feelings. On the other hand, however, it was terribly drab, and he much preferred his own colorful appearance to this sort of place. The warmth and novelty of the grey had worn off after almost half an hour of traipsing about the place.
He pondered these new emotions for what felt like hours, and, in fact, it was! Time seemed to pass so fast for Colin when he was lost in his thoughts. And what thoughts they were indeed. He just couldn't seem to keep a grasp on these strange "feelings" he had inside his skull. It was as if there was a mysterious parasite worming its way through his body, snipping at the things connecting his brain. Of course, he'd always felt like this, he'd always had the snipping parasite, the indiscernible thought process, the fuzzy and yet perfectly clear memory. He just never had been faced with it before, with situations were he needed to put pressure on it. He glanced at the sun lowering behind the horizon line of the buildings and a thought suddenly popped in his head.
"I still don't have a home, do I?" His voice sounded exhausted, and he quickly rectified that with a much more upbeat tone. "Well that will NEVER do!" Colin whipped his head all the way around in a circle for some sort of place he could enter. Approximately 67 degrees to the left, he spotted an apartment with a wide open window near the top, delicious orange light shimmering out of it.
"Oh, perfect! But how am I to get there?" he wondered out loud to himself. He'd begun to miss talking, and he did love the sound of his own voice. "Hmm, perhaps I could use that funny strength of mine. It worked so well on the boat..."
Colin shuffled across the street and faced parallel to the brick wall. Raising his left foot, he thrust it into the hard rock, and embedded it firmly. Then again with his right foot. Again and again and again, he walked up the wall as if it was another floor, and his shoulder length hair and loose clothing trailed behind his casual stroll. It was natural as ever.
As he neared the sanctuary of color, he heard the distant voices of the residents. He... hadn't considered that there'd be people still living there. After all, he did not have that great a database to draw from. No matter, he could drive them out easily, he thought as his hand transformed back into the arrow. He'd gotten quite good at that now, hadn't he? It came on command this time, and it didn't give him that sense of apprehension anymore.
Colin latched his hand to the outer rim of the window and hoisted himself up. He balanced himself perfectly on the sill and finally got a good glance at his new victims.
There was a little boy and an adult girl. Quite easy to pick off, he assumed based on past experience, although he'd never had to kill two people at once. He did always feel a little funny when he murdered though, so he thought it best to retreat inside his mind for this. Like he had before.
"Wh- what are you doing? Why are you in my window!?"
His eyes narrowed and the red glowed like a harsh warning siren.
"Mom, what's going on here?"
"Sir- are you listening to me?! Get out! I SAID GET OUT!"
"H- hey, what do you think you're-"
His body really was heavy, it kept breaking the wooden floorboards. It was very loud too. All of it. But he wouldn't hear it, just like last time. There wasn't much resistance, just like last time.
The air fell still and frigid.
The lights had been knocked out in the frenzy. What a shame, he'd like that color so much too.
Colin cracked his neck and shut the window behind him. Now he had a nice, quiet new place to live. Who knows how long this will last? That is the most exciting part though.
Colin curled up on the wet, bloodstained floor and closed his eyes, happy to start a new day tomorrow.