Chapter 8

A Night Of Destruction

Marie was sound asleep in the bedroom as soon as the news was over, her buddy 625 was asleep, at least he seemed to be.

625's dark emotions were getting the best of him. They kept telling him one thing:

Destroy...

Destroy...

Destroy...

He has had enough of this. He really had the urge to destroy anything... now! He opened his eyes slowly, but his eyes weren't a shiny black... they were a neon green! Glowing, giving the room a neon green color. Marie was sound asleep, so she didn't see 625's new glowing eye look.

625 saw Marie. He didn't know what he was doing. he revealed his secondary pair of arms, before he revealed his antennae, spikes, and claws. He was ready to destroy anything that was in his way. He realized that the house wasn't enough to satisfy his urge to destroy... he needed something bigger.

He watched Marie sleep peacefully and without any words, he left the bedroom. he even exited the house through the dog door, to relieve the anger growing on the inside of him. He didn't know where to go, he just wanted to destroy something. He looked at his claws and noticed that they were dull and blunt. He growled in dissatisfaction, at the sight of his claws. He saw a tree and decided that was the best thing to sharpen them with. He used the tree as a scratching post, leaving deep gashes on the tree, making it ooze tree sap. 625's claws were sharp enough now.

He walked down the street, knocking down anything in his sight. The darkness in the sky also satisfied him. That was what he was feeling right now, as dark as the night. It was 2: 21 in the morning. He saw a stop sign. That sight made him sick. He pulled the stop sign off the ground and threw it at the nearest car in his view, crushing it, while pieces of glass scattered throughout the streets. 625 laughed at his accomplishment. He needed something else to destroy, but something bigger. He continued to walk down the street, destroying fences and trampling flower beds, whatever was in his sight.

He was still looking around the street for something to crush or destroy. He saw a car. Nope, not enough to satisfy his need. A traffic light. Maybe. Just then a shopping cart rolled to him, changing 625's mind completely. He was in front of the grocery store. Perfect.

He saw that the doors were locked. 625 growled. Hw went to the front of the store to a window. He got his hand leaving one finger out, as he curled his hand into a fist. He got his finger and scratched the surface of the glass, creating a small hole big enough for him to enter the store. He punched the glass that was in his way, and entered the store, walking in the walls.

Even in the darkness of the store, while using his nightvison he could see everything on the store stacked neatly in a row with a price tag on it, straight. 625 growled in dissatisfaction again. he wanted to destroy someone's hard work for keeping everything neatly.

He realized something, the alarms in the store. He had to disable them somehow. He went to a small room located from inside the store. he found a computer that showed a list of every single item in the store, and how much it was. As he hacked into the computer's software he found a bunch of little t.v. screens that showed who was in the store. Surveillance movies, instead of being on tape it had to be saved on the computer. 625 muttered some curse alien words, in anger.

he finally found what he was looking for... the alarm. he fidgeted around with the keys on the keyboard, then he disabled the alarms. He laughed maliciously. He knocked the computer down off its desk and smashed the keyboard against the wall of the store. He prowled around the store knocking down everything in his

path.

He found a stack of tomato soup, neatly, forming a tower. The sight if tidiness made 625 sick to his stomach again. He threw some of the cans on the floor, causing the tower to collapse, the cans fell to the floor, dented in some places. The damaged cans oozed sticky red sludge. That was tomato soup for you. 625 licked some of the cans with its contents splattered all over the floor. he became famished, destroying was exhausting to him, slightly.

625 ripped open some boxes of cereal and crunched on the contents inside of them, not even caring if he swallowed the prizes inside some of them. He threw the other boxes at some jars of mayonnaise on the shelves, knocking them over. The glass broke and the mayonnaise splattered all over the floor. 625 didn't even care, he resumed on his first night of destruction. He was enjoying opening ice cream boxes and throwing the ice cream throughout the store.

625 looked for something else to eat. He opened a jar of hot sauce and ate it, ignoring the spicy tingling sensation on his tongue. He even opened a package of yogurt and ate some with his hand, like a bear eating some honey from a beehive. He threw the package on the floor and looked at the frozen foods.

'' Bleh! Broccoli'', 625 muttered. He opened the bag spilling its contents all over the floor. He gathered some jars of olives and stacked them in a row, but like bowling pins. He lifted a cantaloupe and aimed it at the jars. It rolled and it broke all the jars, wetting the floor with pickle juice. 625 laughed, maniacally.

To him, destroying was great, while the glitch took over him, bringing out his newfound bad behavior. He opened a bag of rice and ate some of it before he spat it back out. He poured the small grains in the coldcut aisle. Soon the whole entire store was a complete mess. 625 found himself laying down on the floor, next to a bag of flour, holding his stomach and moaning. He ate too much.

He squeaked as he tried to get up onto his feet. He gagged, holding his mouth with his hands, trying to keep everything down. It worked. He got up and decided that it was enough destruction for one night. He rubbed his eyes, as he exited the small hole he entered the store through. He took a last glance at the store and left, hiccuping all the way home.

Before he entered the house he hid his extra body parts under his skin, and laid down on his bed, with a small grin on his face, all the anger relieved from him, and his first night of destruction accomplished.

TBC...