DISCLAIMER: I don't own Calvin and Hobbes…I'm sorry, I--I don't know what got into me.

I meant to get this finished before Halloween, but Mrs. Dobrowlski was patrolling extra hard over the computers in Keyboarding. Meh.

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"What, no cartoons? Man…" Calvin's voice from downstairs suddenly snapped Hobbes back into reality. He was still standing in Calvin's room, while Calvin was downstairs, probably getting seconds on Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs now, and something in the natural order had disrupted this.

Hobbes, stumbling out of the room, righted himself and began to make his way downstairs where Calvin was grumbling. "Look, the cartoons aren't on ABC! It's just a news report. Where's 'Kim Possible?'"

"Are you okay?" He added, seeing the look on Hobbes' face.

"Y-yeah." But Calvin could see that was a lie, and Hobbes knew it. The blood, the horrible taste in his mouth, his loss of memory for the past eight hours, and the blurred vision…what do they mean? Hobbes ran his tongue over his teeth, trying to get the taste out of his mouth. Running over the canines, he suddenly felt something…anomalous about them. As if they had mutated in the night, somewhat more elongate…

"Ugh, how horrible." Hobbes looked over to Calvin, who was watching the news report.

"…just moments ago, the police had picked up the body. We have with us now Mr. Mark Brown, who found the body earlier this morning."

The screen shifted over to a rather dazed young man, no more than twenty four, whose hands were wringing nervously. "Mr. Brown, where exactly did you find the body?" He swallowed nervously, and leaned forward into the mike.

"Uh…well, I found her over in these woods, uh, where you see the police. I had just been driving down the road at about five when I thought I saw something red gleam. I pulled over and there she was, obviously dead." The reporter nodded and asked "And what state was the body in?"

He wrung his hands and leaned forward again, not really staring at the reporter but into the woods, expecting the murderer still hiding there. "Mutilated, absolutely. The, uh, the red gleam was coming from her high school ring on her finger…on her hand, connected to her arm…the arm wasn't connected to anything else. Then I found her torso, which was just messily sliced open down the stomach, and was missing lots of her organs. One of her legs was pulled off and cut up bad, and looked raw, like something had been chewing on it. Like the Fisherman in New York. You know that guy? He was the one that ate parts of his victims in the 20s, really messy." The reporter nodded.

"Thank, Mr. Brown. Alicia Chambers was found dead this morning at 5:03, murdered in the night. The hunt for the killer is still on--"

Hobbes ran his tongue over his teeth again and suddenly felt his fangs…the odd shape. Something deep inside suddenly clicked deep away.

Hobbes nearly stumbled over into the chair sideway. Calvin had gotten up to get some cereal and change the channel. Hobbes wouldn't have noticed anyway, but preferred he wasn't there as he suddenly admitted the truth.

"I…I killed that girl."