Disclaimers: Nothing belongs to me and no one would pay for it either.
For 15minuteficlets. The word is oblivious
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People are stupid. Stupid people are oblivious. The logical progression is that people are oblivious. That's how he hides: in oblivion.
Not hide. Stalked perhaps. Slithered. Hunted.
Boo.
An old lady jumps as he bares his teeth at her. She clutches at her shopping bag, but he's already being swept into the crowd. He knows what she sees: a ratty pale boy with grimy jeans and unkempt hair. She'll pass him off as some stoned teenager, and he's laughing because it's so damned funny. It was too easy to play the part. Oops, I'm sorry m'am. Here, let me help you pick that up. Is that a rash on your neck? Wait a sec, here's an alley where the light is better...
It was like they'd been put there purely for his entertainment. Toys and playthings that he could discard when he was done.
He veers into a sidestreet adjacent to a trendy club where pretty girls stumble out this time in the morning. He'll smile at them, and it doesn't take much prodding for them to slip away with him. (15 min) When he was human...
He spots a slender shadow standing by the door, like she's standing on guard or something. He approaches her for reasons that he can't explain. The conversation is short.
"Hey."
The girl considers him carefully. "Hi," she says and doesn't sound drunk enough.
"There's a coffee shop around the corner, and I was wondering-"
"I'd love to." She smiles. Tightly. "I really would," she says, seeing the look on his face. "I'd really like to." She's loosening, and starts to sound enthusiastic.
"Oh yeah, it's just around this corner here..." They're barely round the corner when he gets his legs kicked under him, and he's lying on the concrete slab without knowing how he got there. What...?
He rolls over, but only succeeds in getting a heavy blow into his gut. The girl is leaning over him with a stake in her hand. She smiles in the way the psychotic, slightly unhinged people do.
"This kitten has claws." (25 min)